Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1386 1358. Blood of the Ancients

Ciri is an uneducated magician.

This incident did not surprise Berengar and Lan.

Because this really can't be considered a secret.

The ancient blood passed down from Laura Doron and flowing into the human race, as long as it has a dominant trait, it is the source of magic. This is already an academic conclusion.

Yes, there are many people who know that Ciri has ancient blood flowing through her body.

After all, her grandmother, [Cintra's Lioness] Calanthe, had a strong reputation in international affairs.

Back then, her mother was also mentally stimulated and unleashed out-of-control demonic power at a banquet in front of a large audience.

If Geralt hadn't been invited by Calanthe, he would have been at the scene and used his knowledge, experience and reflexes to calm Pavetta's loss of control.

Maybe the palace will be demolished by the unconscious power of Ciri's mother, Pavetta.

If everyone at that banquet had died, the Skellige Islands and Cintra would have started a war. The situation in the entire world will also irreversibly slide to another track.

Because at that banquet, a total of two couples announced their romance.

One pair has been written and sung in songs, Princess Pavetta and the Cursed Hedgehog Prince.

The other pair is Calanthe and Ester Tursek, the younger brother of King Bran of the Skellige Islands.

Mother and daughter found their love at the same party.

Pavetta's out-of-control explosion at that banquet was the most recent outbreak in the history of Ancient Blood.

But to be honest, it didn’t trigger much response or attention.

Because this is basically the scene when the magic warlock loses control.

In the eyes of today's people, even those high-end warlock researchers, the blood of ancient times is nothing more than a special [source of magic] that can be transmitted through blood.

But when Geralt frowned and sighed, Lan and Berengar happened to look at each other in silence and secretly.

There were unspoken hints in the eyes of both parties.

Ordinary people, even high-end warlock researchers, only think that ancient blood is just a special [demon source] bloodline.

But the two of them had met before!

That is Ciri as an adult! Breaking into the tavern where they were resting!

At that time, Berengar had not even seen the young girl, but she was already eating and drinking in front of the old demon hunter.

The ancient blood is not just a simple 'demon bloodline'.

That seems to involve a great power that transcends time and space!

But because both Lan En and Berengar believed that their understanding of time and space was very shallow, they did not want to tell what happened at that time now.

Furthermore, Xili is already in high demand now. Letting more people know about the power of her bloodline and attracting more malicious peeps will only harm her.

At least so far, the unknown forces plotting and investigating Ciri, as well as the intelligence agencies of several northern kingdoms.

It seems that they are just paying attention to the identity of the 'legal heir to the Sintra royal family' on the little girl's head.

I didn't pay much attention to it, or really realized what kind of power the ancient blood was.

This is a good thing.

"So." After Lan En and Berengar looked at each other silently, he changed the subject so smoothly that Geralt didn't even feel a trace.

"Ciri is going to follow Yennefer to Xenide Island? Then go through the enrollment process?"

"Very good." Lan En nodded, "I'll say hello to Margarita. You can give Ciri's admission information directly to her when the time comes, and she will put a forged and concealed identity in the academy. in the archives.”

"Do you have to be so cautious in Arethusa?" Geralt frowned, a little worried.

"Although Arethusa is closed, it is only a closed academy. It is an academy, Geralt."

Lan En spread his hands indifferently.

“Isn’t it normal for students to have part-time jobs and internships as ‘spies’ before graduation?”

"It is precisely because there are no restrictions in the academy and anyone can come and apply for employment to the apprentices, so the graduation salary of sorceresses is as high as it is now."

"Everyone wants to know about the warlocks, so let's just open up and play together."

"The treatment of female sorcerers has indeed been higher than that of male sorcerers in recent decades." Berengar also smacked his lips and commented.

"Ms. Tissaya and Ms. Margarita are well managed. At Ban Ader College, Kaedwin's intelligence department can only go to the gate of the college to catch the scumbags who have been expelled and use them as magic agents."

"From being dismissed to receiving wages, it's a seamless transition, haha."

"This group of sorcerer apprentices who can't even graduate is now dragging down the reputation of the entire sorcerer community. What good reputation can a spy have?"

Berengar shook his head as if he was joking.

"Not to mention a lousy spy."

"It's all in the past." Lan En waved his hand at the joke, not taking it seriously. "In the past, the academic style in Ban Ade College was not good because the dean was in poor health and lacked energy to manage, so he was relaxed from top to bottom. This is no longer the case."

"Just watch. It won't take a few years for the quality of Ban Ade's students to catch up with Aretuza."

Geralt raised his head with surprise on his face: "Hen Gdemytis is not in good health? Never heard of it! This is big news!" Heng Gdemytis's magical attainments, as well as his age , taken together, makes this the oldest warlock among humans.

In fact, it is equivalent to a nuclear weapon in the entire warlock group.

Although he usually doesn't move or do anything.

But as long as he exists well, the warlock group can still maintain a certain condescending position relative to secular society.

Tissaya was a bit younger than him, but she already had a close-up view of today's warlocks.

How terrifying he is, no one knows, and no one wants to know.

However, judging from the generally complacent understanding of contemporary warlocks, the Henry Gedemitis constructed in their imagination must not be on the same level as the old man in reality.

The news that he has a heart problem, compared to Lan En's home world, is probably equivalent to "a certain big country's nuclear weapons are not properly maintained."

Still the only nuclear weapon.

However, when the old man's heart is really bad, the news must be tightly sealed.

But when he got better, the news that was supposed to be kept strictly confidential became a joke that could be talked about casually.

Even the attitude of ‘treating it as a joke’ is itself a signal that can be interpreted by others.

"Do you still know Henry Gedemitis?"

Geralt looked at the young witcher in astonishment.

He still remembers that outside the Brok Leon Forest, he taught him his experience and said, 'To live longer, you need to know more people.'

Does everyone you know now realize this level? !

"It's average." Lan En waved his hand politely and confidently, "The old man's family is nice, but he has some heart problems, so he asked me to replace it with a new one."

The other two witchers knew that this kid was showing off, but they couldn't help it.

Henry Gedemitis, everyone who knows him has to show off!

"Yennefer and Ciri, when will they arrive at Gos Velen?" Lan En asked casually. "Go through the portal on the day of the meeting? Or should I arrive a few days in advance and stay here first?"

"I don't know." Geralt shook his head while holding the wine glass. "Since we knew someone was in Zahiri, we haven't had much communication."

"Magic may be eavesdropped, and the messenger is a living clue. The only letters we have are full of code words and memories."

"That's why I'm keeping watch here. Maybe they'll arrive tomorrow."

"Then you stayed a little too long." Lan reminded Geralt with a frown. "The fact that you can hide yourself well is probably due to the witcher's nomadic lifestyle."

"But you have stayed too long in Goth Velen."

"Now, you can still say that it's because there are old friends here, so we stay a few more days to catch up with old times. But then stay on."

Lann didn't finish his words, but he believed that Geralt understood what he meant.

If you stay any longer, those who are staring at Geralt will know that their target should be coming to this city soon.

Geralt himself frowned, looking distraught.

People who have not had this experience cannot imagine the pressure of being secretly investigated.

Hemingway, a living model of American tough guy, suffered a nervous breakdown due to the secret investigation, and finally committed suicide by swallowing a gun.

Psychological stress can cause no less damage than physical stress.

"But I can't...can't go too far from here." He said tangledly. "They need protection."

"I didn't let you go far." Lan En reached over and patted him on the shoulder, "Just in time, Berengar is going to my castle to help with something, you know what it is. You can also go over and help."

Halfway through, Lann stared into Geralt's eyes, his eyes conveying unspoken hints.

Geralt immediately remembered at this suggestion that he once followed Lan to the High Hill Castle, the headquarters of the Ember Knights.

That was when Lan En removed the Knights to replenish his own capital chain.

And it was at that time that he learned about the pursuit of the [Trial of Green Grass] by those knights.

High Hill Castle is indeed not far from Gos Velen, but it is in a remote location. And as the residence of the Ember Knights, it is basically equivalent to Lan En's castle.

Safe, closed. Very suitable.

So Geralt drank the Temerian rye in the glass in one gulp and nodded.

—

"Let's not make any mistakes."

In the Haji Fortress in the Pontar Valley, King Vizmir of Redania said.

He put his hands on his forehead and pressed his temples.

"We cannot afford to make the same mistake again."

In this room, the other people sitting at the same table as King Vizmir remained silent.

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