Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1392 1364. Internal Affairs [Lariman]

"The calculation is really open, Foltest."

Demavi said nonchalantly.

"But isn't there a way?" Foltest insisted, "a way to put Cintra back between the north and the south without staining our hands with the blood of an innocent little girl."

"You don't know him well, but when we really start executing this plan, there will be plenty of time to get in touch with him."

"One step at a time, one step at a time." Vizmir picked up the wine glass and said meaningfully, "What kind of first friend you make is very important for a person's influence."

"And is he really suitable to be a king? I heard that he often disappears for long periods of time without any trace or news. No one can be found, not even his sorceress lovers."

"Not to mention the king, if the mayor of any city disappears for ten days and a half, the city can't bear it."

"It is rumored that he wanted to go to the Dragon Mountains to fight monsters, and he died there." Henselt stretched his head and pretended that he didn't know anything. "What, it's a rumor again this time? He's back? "

"He always disappears for a long time, then suddenly appears again, fighting like a hero in a fairy tale. Ha, you think, this guy is not really the person who signed a contract with the devil according to the rumors, right?"

"Every time you disappear, is it to fulfill an agreement? You can only come back after finishing your work or something?"

Henselt chuckled, as if he was joking. But no one else present smiled.

Demavi and Vizmir looked down at their beer glasses, as if a graceful beauty was outlined on the yellow beer foam.

Miwei fiddled with her fingers.

'A group of insidious villains who have been unable to sit still for a long time in private and have taken action. ’

Henselt was smiling on his face, and he was also smiling in his heart, but the smile in his heart was much colder.

In fact, after the war ended two years ago, they knew very well: No one can sit still.

Under that battlefield-level combat power, none of them could sit still.

At first, the Nilfgaardians had the commanding ability of a **** to beat up the Northern Allied Forces, and then the Nilfgaardians were in turn beaten up by a knights group led by one person.

How could the Northern Army, which was at the bottom of the combat effectiveness hierarchy at that time, not be in a hurry or have a sense of crisis?

But today, the domestic situation forces them to export pressure externally. The recuperation and some progress in the past two years have given them more confidence in taking action.

That's why today's secret meeting took place.

“Then I don’t know.” Foltest said calmly, “Just like I don’t know how we can get the girl to step onto the battlefield again if we don’t hand the girl over to [Lord Hunter]. "

"We were talking here before, as if as long as we attack Cintra, there is no doubt that he will follow."

"If we attack Cintra, we will involve him. What I said is correct." Foltest nodded, "But the premise of what I just said is that after we really capture Cintra, , it won’t become something in our hands.”

"Otherwise, do you really think he is just a reckless thug? You asked a reckless thug to create the command he commanded at Soden Mountain two years ago!"

"Don't talk about it, you can just find someone who can memorize his chain of command. That's a talent after all!"

Foltest looked at Henselt who smiled.

"We conquered Cintra to regain territory for him, didn't we?" Vizmir came to the rescue. "He is a great nobleman who is currently in exile in Cintra. His legal principles are orthodox, but he does not have a fiefdom."

"Our actions can make him live up to his name."

"But does he care about living up to his name?" Foltest immediately asked, "I gave him a fiefdom in Temeria as the Knights' residence. The place is not big, but it is still a fiefdom anyway."

"But do you know how many times he has been there in the past two years? How many times have he looked at him?"

"I have never seen any feudal nobles care so little about their territory. Besides."

Foltest said with a cold face.

"If he was really someone who fought for fiefdom and fame, I think his actions and performance in the war two years ago might have been very different."

"Isn't the price that Emhyr can offer higher than that of the dead Calanthe and her mere palace steward Harxor?"

As Foltest looked around, the kings fell silent again.

After a long time, Queen Miwe's voice sounded again.

"No matter what, the looks in the eyes of those soldiers on the battlefield at Soden Mountain are something I can't forget. I've been dreaming about them for the past two years."

"We are fighting against the Nilfgaard Empire, but I don't want to establish a new empire just because we are fighting against Nilfgaard."

It's almost ridiculous.

The birth of an empire depends not only on the population, but also on the location, current situation, talents, systems, products, customs and culture. Only when the comprehensive qualities are in place can we have the basic conditions for becoming an empire and have the opportunity to grow.

Without these conditions, the basic upper limit is set.

With Sintra's current hard conditions, as well as the terrain and current situation where it is sandwiched between the north and the south, it is simply impossible to get up.

As the kings said, 'Going back to the past, when the lioness of Sintra was alive', is already the greatest luck and best future that Sintra can hope for.

It’s hard to say whether it can be transformed back into an independent kingdom.

Are idiots saying that they don’t even care about basic laws and logic?

But for some reason, when Miwei whispered this question, all the kings present subconsciously did not regard it as an idiotic rant.

They each looked away vaguely and naturally, understanding each other tacitly.

"We'll find him first. Anyway, we can't let that dangerous person of unknown origin named Reigns find him first." After a moment of silence, Henselt said in a low voice.

"I support the plan to attack Cintra." Demavi continued as if nothing happened.

"But don't expect Aedirn to send a lot of troops. It's our domestic affairs. I can't promise to wipe out the Scoia'tael in our territory within six months."

"The Scoia'tael in Aedirn are too difficult to deal with and are getting more difficult."

"What kind of help can Aedian with an unstable rear provide?" Vizmir frowned, "This is too passive, Demavi. Otherwise, we will help you first."

"I'm begging you, Vizmir, don't continue talking." The King of Aedirn blocked the other person's words angrily.

"This is Aden's internal affairs. Don't even think about getting involved!"

"First of all, I do have to be wary of Nilfgaard, but there is no need to pretend to be harmonious between the two of us, what do you think?"

"I have less contribution, but I can also reduce the benefits after conquering Cintra. But it's best for you to really just focus on Cintra during this time, okay?"

Demavi placed the beer glass on the table, showing his bottom line.

But is this really the bottom line? Or is he bluffing?

No one knows.

'He has not yet been carried away by greed. ’

Vizmir's expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking a little regretfully.

"Of course." As the oldest and most prestigious king, Vizmir took the lead in expressing his stance, "That is Aedirn's internal affairs. Unless you speak up, anyone who interferes should be regarded as an attack and invasion, right?"

Demavi nodded silently and started drinking beer again.

It began to rain in the Pontar Valley, the raindrops beating on the windows, and the wind howling among the towers of the Haji Fortress.

The kings fell silent.

—

"Yes." Lan En was in the crystal cultivation laboratory of Arethusa College, holding a data report that Felicia had just given him for review, and nodded his head up and down.

"Yes, that's it. If you follow the data requirements I provided, the final product will be correct."

He repeated his affirmation again, and this affirmation made Felicia in front of him couldn't help but cheer a little.

In the past, she only mechanically received the data transmitted by Lan En, and then acted as an experimental tool responsible for execution.

But this time, she was personally involved in some of the design process.

Transform Lan En's planning requirements for cultured organs into parameters that need to be achieved in the experiment.

This means that she is about to master the current crystal cultivation technology.

At this point, it would be no problem to at least let her independently 'make' a set of normal human organs.

The requirements for the organ that Lan En handed her were the same as before. She could not understand its inner depth function at all. She could only vaguely imagine what the finished product would look like after cultivation based on her current knowledge.

It is a small organ similar to a liver, with a complex vascular system connected to the outside.

The parchment that recorded the initial data and Felicia's calculation process draft paper were all destroyed under Lan En's supervision.

He didn't move his eyes until all the complete information disappeared under these amber cat eyes.

[Lariman Organ], the next stage in the Space Marine transformation surgery.

After this organ is implanted into the body and begins to participate in physiological activities, it will secrete a unique type of cells, 'blood platelets'.

It has a similar function to the 'platelets' in ordinary human blood, but the efficiency is completely different.

It can even scab and seal the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye on a huge wound as large as a severed limb.

Stops blood loss and environmental contamination.

It is a modification and enhancement in the Space Marine enhancement surgery sequence that can greatly improve the battlefield survivability.

But looking at the way Lan En now dares to hand over part of the data of this organ to Felicia for study and improvement, he knows that this modified organ is not very important to him.

Because to be honest: before he officially started the Star Warrior transformation surgery, he dared to perform thoracotomy on himself.

Finally it worked!

His body's recovery ability, as of now, is already more exaggerated than that of most completed Space Marines.

The witcher's highly toxic potion, the extremely abundant and full [Belisarius Furnace] in his body, plus a layer of Nergigante thorns and Valyrian steel mixed under his skin Bioalloy cable.

Previously, under Smaug's breath, the skin of one of his arms was burned away, but the dragon was still struggling and was not even dead yet.

His hands grew back again.

So he didn't care too much about the [Lariman Organ]'s ability to seal wounds ultra-quickly and form blood scabs and scar tissue.

If it weren't for the order of the surgical procedures, he would even want to skip this one.

But on the other hand, it was precisely because of the order of the surgical procedures that he was able to use this organ as a buffer to plan the next issue of organ enhancement.

The next step of [Laryman Organ] is [Neural Knot].

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