Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1179 1161. Unusual identity

“I beg your pardon, ma’am. You do look stunning, even in this warrior attire.”

Faced with the other party's aggressive, outspoken and unpretentious words, Mr. Lan, a once simple country boy, was now calm.

He conveniently picked a handful of marigolds that he had just picked out of greed, stuffed a few flowers into his mouth, and then handed one to the other party.

"But this is a snack I found, not a prop for courtship. Do you want to try it? The flowers in this garden are of extraordinary quality!"

Sakia didn't seem to care. She reached out and took a marigold from Lan En's hand, and put it into her mouth to chew.

"My name is Sakia." The female warrior chewed marigolds and looked at Lan En with interest, "Sakia Sass."

Her eyes were fixed on the collar of Lan En's hooded cloak, where the silver roaring bear head necklace was looming at the collar.

A witcher?

she thought.

But it might just be a disguise, after all, the reputation of the demon hunter has skyrocketed compared to before.

A few years ago, noble and knowledgeable people like Foltest would have to ask the royal advisor to know some characteristics of these mysterious people.

But today, even the little beggars in the city know that these people have a pair of cat eyes that will glow slightly in the dark, and a necklace around their neck as a symbol.

Since there is a logo and a reputation, of course there are also people who imitate and impersonate.

Whether it's to conceal an already sensitive identity, or to defraud people of money for convenience.

Sakia's brows furrowed.

She looked at the witcher who seemed unaware.

"Learned sir, I have given my name. It seems you should respond?"

This is a hypothetical question.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail doesn't look like a decent, respectable person."

"please forgive."

He said sorry, but Lan En looked unmoved.

"But we should all be attracted by the news about the Pontar Valley, right? Maybe we are competitors? It's okay to chat at the moment. As for getting to know each other, maybe it won't be easy to do anything in the future."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in the bounties offered by Elland and Aden. We will not have a competitive relationship."

Sakia said in a relaxed tone.

However, her tone was relaxed, and Lan En looked at her in surprise under the hood.

Doesn’t this person know what ‘polite’ and ‘perfunctory’ mean?

Why does it feel like she takes what I just said seriously?

Emotional intelligence is a bit low

"Why are you reading this book?"

Lan En simply changed the topic.

"This book was very popular two years ago when there was no war. But after the war between the north and the south, it should now be the "Cintra War Chronicles" written by the former palace steward of Cintra, Haxo Linn. "More authoritative."

To others, this may be a bit harsh, but for Sakia, who has just been taught a lesson in the complex reality behind this book, it is just right.

Sakia, who was originally decisive and rational, suddenly fell silent for a while under Lan En's question.

She frowned before continuing.

"I know that reading this book at this time will basically make all northerners think that I am denying the fact of war crimes and atrocities committed by the Nilfgaardians."

"But actually, my reading of this book has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not."

"I'm just trying to find a place, or a system, that respects freedom and values ​​everyone's precious life."

"Of course what the Nilfgaardians did in that war was the most despicable beastly behavior, but I am also dissatisfied with the way the northerners treated inhuman races."

At the end of the sentence, Sachia curled her lips.

"Oh, I was lucky enough to think that the Nilfgaardians would be better off in a non-war situation."

"That might disappoint you, Saskia."

Lan En said lightly.

"At least one thing in this book is correct. The Nilfgaardians do not treat non-human races harshly. But the reason is that they are earlier, more ruthless, and more decisive than the northerners, and they treat the non-human races in their territory. The human race was wiped out.”

"The last Elf King, Difusof, surrendered and pledged allegiance to the then human king Ludovic on behalf of his own species in Toussaint more than four hundred years ago."

"Then at the celebration of the second year, as a commemoration of the victory in the war, the human king ordered that the elves who had negotiated terms and surrendered to him for a year be slaughtered."

"According to records, those should be the last elves in the south."

Because he had been 'educated' by Lan En's words beforehand, his original concepts and understanding had been impacted, so when Sakia heard this kind of thing again, he behaved better than before.

He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his head dejectedly and returned to his normal expression.

"Betrayal and use massacre as a celebration to end the war. It's really disgusting." "It's undeniable." Lan En nodded noncommittally: "But this is the king."

After he finished speaking, Lan tilted his head and looked at Sakia with amusement in his eyes under his hood.

"But what makes me even more surprised is..."

"Sakia, ordinary warriors and mercenaries don't think about the problems you are troubled by now."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the female warrior, who was sitting leisurely reading a book with her firm buttocks on the pavilion fence, suddenly became slightly unnatural.

Although she tried her best to suppress the changes in her expression, this suppression seemed too weak in the face of Lan En's observation and emotional observation.

Not only were the subtle muscles on her face temporarily tense, her body also showed a burst of discomfort.

Amidst the friction between the armor and the ground, the slender legs that had been stretched out casually on the ground retracted, and Sakia stood up.

When experiencing severe psychological fluctuations, people often use body movements to relieve tension.

This 'conspicuous' performance made Lan En raise his eyebrows.

It seems that this lady is not only not an ordinary warrior or mercenary, but also has a special status?

Who are the ordinary soldiers and mercenaries?

Lan En didn't mean to discriminate, but the general education level of this group of people was really not high.

Although it may be because they have seen a lot of the world and experienced brutal battles, some of them may have insights refined from life experience.

But there is no doubt that these insights are not profound, and both the direction and depth of the discussion are lacking due to the lack of educational support.

What they think more about is how to make more money, and how to make more money after becoming more famous.

Those who can think of "getting more famous and then becoming a knight or a noble" can be regarded as the group of people with higher pursuits and a longer vision.

As for the pursuit of ideals, most of them will remember to pray to the gods before fighting.

The belief in the eternal fire also has a group of fanatical believers among the warrior community, and the teachings of the eternal fire are their ideals.

Therefore, people like Sakia ‘want to find a place or system that respects freedom and values ​​everyone’s precious life’.

This truly ideal thing is really unlikely to appear among ordinary warriors and mercenaries.

Sakia smoothed her dark blonde hair on her shoulders and walked out of the pavilion.

As he walked, he seemed to be talking calmly.

"Now that I think about it, what you said does make sense. We are not familiar with each other, so it's better for us to go our separate ways."

She held the hard-cover book in one hand and put her other hand on the hilt of the knight's two-handed sword at her waist, and walked towards the buildings not far from the temple without looking back.

That should be where Nannick arranged accommodation for outsiders.

Lan En did not stop him, he just tilted his head and watched with interest as this female warrior, who should have an unusual identity, walked away.

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Dinner in the Temple of Melitelli started on time.

It must be reiterated that Meritelli's faith is more about showing the gentleness and motherhood of women, so it is not considered such a strict religion.

There are also few restrictions on clergy.

So in the large dining hall of this temple, the priests, priest apprentices, and people who sought help and received food and accommodation from the temple during this period all ate in this hall.

Several solid wood tables were put together to form a long dining table. These dining tables have been around for a long time.

There is oil stain on it that has been integrated with the wood. Unless you use a scraper and scrape it carefully with sawdust, the black spots cannot be wiped off at all.

In this space, at least thirty people can be seated.

There are four tables in the large dining hall.

The priests in the temple sat with the guests, eating and using the same food.

Dinner is beetroot soup with bread, which is not exquisite but is easy to make and eat.

By the time Lan En came in, the entire cafeteria was already noisy, just like every restaurant.

Some people took pottery or wooden bowls to serve rice, while others were already sitting on the long table and eating.

The mercenary, whose hair was shiny and tangled, stuffed bread soaked in soup into his mouth and complained that it would be nice to have a glass of beer, even just a small glass.

Nennick sat between the priest and the priest's apprentice, and from time to time he would hit the little girls who were staring at the men on the head with a spoon.

And he warned them loudly that even if they sleep with a man here, they are not allowed to delay their usual homework and work, and if they don't want to have children now, they must take contraceptive measures.

Nannick also said not to be emotional easily and not to think that the sweet words that men blurt out when they are enjoying **** are true.

She has seen too many priest apprentices in this temple who believed the truth and then followed the man out, leading to a miserable life.

Then the kind fat mother-in-law also warned the men that love between men and women is allowed in Meriteli's temple, but it must be consensual and no transactions are allowed.

If any man feels that he is strong and hot-blooded and can't control his penis, then she will make that man's lungs grow hair in his chest.

Everyone was horrified to hear it.

(End of chapter)