Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1413 1385. Sudden killing

There are many magic-blocking gold pendants or decorations scattered in the castle where the Knights of the White Rose reside.

The weight of these things is not large, but they are widely distributed, so the range of influence is large enough.

An ordinary mage would probably feel physically sick and dizzy just by walking in, making him want to vomit bile, let alone cast a spell.

Not only is magic-blocking gold expensive, but its output is low.

Moreover, it is a strategic material with rare supply and controlled in various specific channels.

Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy such a large amount of magic-blocking gold.

This kind of material is basically like this. Scattered shipments are not very controlled, but once the shipment volume reaches a certain level, attention will be paid attention to from all directions.

The Knights of White Rose can get so much magic-blocking gold, but there is absolutely no news on the market. Where does the money come from? Where does the purchase channel come from?

On the other hand: all kinds of magic-blocking gold are made into small, inconspicuous parts, and then distributed to grassroots personnel and placed in corners of the castle. Such as the keychain in the sentry room.

It is difficult for people who have not had long-term experience in using magic-blocking gold to realize this.

Demon-blocking gold is very expensive. If it were given to the following people, their first reaction would probably be to sell it directly for money.

As long as they are not on the front line of the battlefield and need to directly face combatants with spells, who would think that a small piece of magic-blocking gold in their hand is better than a handful of gold coins?

The same is true for the small ornaments and small parts in the castle.

Petty theft with unclean hands and feet is not allowed in the Temerian palace, but can it be done in the Knights' castle?

The magic-blocking gold in an inconspicuous place can be hung up for a few days, and then it should probably be 'thrown away'.

Thinking with great interest in his heart, Lan En walked directly towards the opened door without stopping.

Several people also walked out from inside.

Holding a torch and an oil lamp, the shiny black cotton armor on his body could reflect the firelight, but he could vaguely see that it turned out to be blue and white cotton armor.

The leader was still sleepy-eyed, but he was quite energetic in leading the people.

He opened his mouth and asked Lan En as he walked: "Okay, what do you do and what proof do you have?"

But he was very powerful, and Lan En was even more powerful.

Interrupting the other party's words without being polite or polite at all, the witcher walked toward the castle gate without even looking at them, as if facing a ball of air.

"This is a matter for Duke Seeward and the Knights. Are you conscripts? Just go and call for people. It's for your own good. Don't ask too many questions. Why do you think I came here alone in the dark at night? To let everyone see me. ?”

Strong, cold and unquestionable.

The levies are all too familiar with this tune.

Almost in an instant, the momentum of the conscript leader who was leading a few people was directly suppressed.

I didn’t dare to rub my face with the hands that wiped my eyes.

He responded vaguely a few times, and then he really didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he lowered his head and turned around to walk towards the main tower of the castle.

Only after walking far away did Lan En's extraordinary hearing hear a few whispers floating in the cold wind.

‘Wearing a magic cloak late at night is crazy. ’

‘May you fall off your horse and break your neck. ’

'The Duke's dog is a dog too. ’

A little curse on Lan En was just as boring and harmless as the cold wind at night.

He turned to look at the other people who were being led over by the conscript leader, who were currently standing helplessly in front of him.

The sentry on the city wall stuck his head to the inner side of the city wall and looked down. In the boring night guarding work, this was a rare excitement.

"Where do you conscripts live?" Lan En asked casually, as if to kill time, "Show me."

The few people looked at each other, but not suspiciously, just nervous.

Finally, there was a person who pursed his lips and said nothing, but just pointed at a few places.

It was a large house and bungalow built at the base of the castle wall, which was very different from the towers in the castle.

"Will the knight live with you?"

When he asked, Lan En felt a little stupid, but to be on the safe side, he still asked.

The result was indeed as he expected. Those people looked at him as if they thought there was something wrong with his brain, but they still replied in a low voice: "No, sir, the knights live in the dormitory in the tower. They are only with us during training." ”

As he spoke, the man pointed to a large open space where there were rows of wooden stakes set up in crude human shapes, archery targets, and weapon racks containing rows of spears, swords and other weapons.

Lan En walked over, picked up a long bow, and seemed to be evaluating the weapon standards of the conscripts.

"Go back to sleep, soldier." Lan En said as he gently plucked the bow string, "Remember to close the door tonight. What big people say to each other, sometimes it is a problem for small people to hear it. Do you understand?"

Several people looked at each other, but in the end they nodded nervously: "Understood, sir. We understand!"

With that said, he walked towards the bungalow with a lot of pushing and shoving.

"What the **** are you doing?" A knight put a thick cloak on his back and wrapped the cloak tightly around his chest with both hands. He asked while looking towards the castle atrium, "Who asked you to open the door?"

The leader of the conscripts just now answered honestly: "He is just one person, Sir Knight. He also said that he is from Duke Siward and wants to talk about something." "Prince Siward's messenger?" The Knight of the White Rose came out to see the situation. Pull the torch of the levy leader and walk towards the atrium. "Why are you here now, wearing a magic cloak?"

When talking about the 'magic cloak', although due to his status, the White Rose Knight did not use adjectives such as 'dirty', 'vile', and 'despicable'.

But his look of disgust made up for it.

"There are so many people," Lan En responded calmly, "If you hadn't been so public during this period, Duke Seeward wouldn't have been in such trouble."

"How many times have you rejected His Majesty Foltest's messenger? Don't you know how many times? Now the pressure from the palace is on the Duke."

"The Duke has taken on the pressure for you, so you must at least give something back, right? Hurry up and send troops! At least you must have an attitude to show Foltest!"

The information Geralt detected in the mountains was put to perfect use by Lan.

The Knights of the White Rose used the excuse that "it takes time to mobilize the knights" to excuse their request to send troops. Lan En could imagine all the scenarios in just one second.

Who is feeling the pressure? Who will have conflicts?

Just think about it and you have a logical excuse.

"It takes time to assemble the troops." The White Rose Knight muttered the nonsense he had said many times.

"Our knights have members all over the place, my lord. But as long as we are given time, we can assemble enough troops to defeat the men in black and bring victory to the prince and king!"

His nose was red in the cold wind, and his mouth still smelled of alcohol. He was obviously still holding the cup before he was called out.

"We'll talk about the future in the future. I advise you to focus on the present first."

Lan En picked up an arrow from the quiver next to the longbow stand and raised it.

"I think the equipment of these conscripts is pretty good, and there are quite a lot of them. Send some of them out first, at least as a statement."

"Go immediately, and stand by outside Elland City now. There is already a force there ready to leave."

"The troops preparing to depart?" The knight who just bowed his head to listen suddenly asked, "Is it Baron Zawada's troops? Or is it Count Gamora?"

"." Lan En, who was holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, was silent for a moment.

The cold wind blew the flames on the torches whirring.

The White Rose Knight slowly retracted his hand completely into his cloak.

"I didn't expect that you would turn around and become suspicious so quickly under sudden circumstances and even drink."

Lan En suddenly asked softly, and the condescending aura of coming to hold him accountable just now disappeared.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Prince." The white rose knight's face with a polite smile turned cold at this time, "In Elland, you have to call Grand Duke Siward 'prince', you idiot."

As he spoke, the White Rose Knight gently shook the hem of his cloak towards the person next to him, asking him to call someone.

At the same time, he himself was ready to shout loudly.

But at this moment, the knight heard the rather boring whisper coming from under the 'magic cloak' on the opposite side.

"I thought that only royal relatives should be called princes. Siward really wants to have a relationship with Foltest."

"But it's okay."

Lan En raised his arm, and in the process, his cloak was naturally pushed out of his upper arm.

The cloak was pulled to both sides, revealing the scene under the cloak.

There was no darkness caused by magic, nor was there a normal human body that obviously couldn't support such a large cloak.

The body under the cloak completely matches the size of the cloak itself.

The White Rose Knight's eyes suddenly widened - a magic cloak cannot hide the human body to this extent!

In other words: the height and shape of the person in front of me are not visual differences caused by the magic cloak!

—What the **** is going on? !

"Quit!"

The Knight of White Rose wanted to shout "Be on guard".

But before his throat started to make any sound, Lan En had already finished his emotion by muttering softly.

"Anyway, there are enough traces left."

There was a soft and erratic sound of ‘whoosh’!

The arrow that was still between Lan En's fingers had been ejected from the bowstring and pierced the knight's throat.

Even if Lan En had never used this weapon before, it was still very easy to shoot through the neck of the next person at such a close range.

The first reaction to the sudden onset of violence and killing is often one of shock, followed by rage or panic.

Just like the conscript leader who was standing next to the White Rose Knight just now, he was obviously stunned for more than a second, and then suddenly screamed!