Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 939 921. Supply House

  Witnessing the tragic situation of the sages taking advantage of the chaos to liquidate the holy offices in the city along the way made Klimt purse his lips tightly under his gray beard.

 But he ultimately put the mission of rescuing the saint first and did not lose his mind in anger.

This makes Lan En feel more reliable.

This small house is unremarkable, and there are not many signs of battle.

Lan En touched the wooden door frame and nodded to the team behind him, indicating that no one had discovered this place before and it was safe.

A knight with wings in golden armor walked through the door first, with two beheading hatchets drawn out from his waist and held in his hands.

The fat but highly skilled armor did not make too much collision sound under his control, but there was only a slight friction sound between the parts.

Not long after the knight with wings in golden armor entered the door, a muffled groan suddenly came from the second floor of the room.

"Um?"

A golden circle-shaped magic circle flashed over the wounded man's body, and the condition of the silver-armored winged knight suddenly improved a lot.

 Sure enough.

“You guys, fly up first.”

“Everyone is dead, Archbishop! The magicians and knights raided us and took away the saint! We were too weak to protect Rosalia.”

And the team of people who were originally tense also relaxed again after seeing clearly the identity and movements of the other party.

The silver-armored winged knight who jumped down from above seemed to be very weak. He had to hold one hand on the wall while he was talking to barely maintain his standing.

 There was a sound that sounded like crying and laughing from under his helmet.

 Fortunately, Klimt issued an order to separate people on the upper and lower floors, so it was not too crowded.

“Are you the ones who followed Rosalia out of Lothric, my brothers?”

The golden armored winged knight immediately grasped his double axe, looked over his head and became alert.

 “Be careful what you say!”

“It’s you! And Archbishop Klimt!”

A group of people filed into the house, and a bunch of winged knights entered, making these chubby guys in armor almost fill the space.

What caught his eye was a silver-armored knight with two axes and wings.

It was a doubtful voice, but the sound was muffled by the helmet.

The winged knight in silver armor fluttered a pair of small wings on his back and jumped down.

After getting out of the way, only the knight with wings in golden armor who had just entered the door was left to support the wounded, while Klimt took out his amulet from his arms and began to perform restorative miracles.

 After all, with this appearance and taking the initiative to get into his own formation, he is not an enemy no matter how he looks at it.

The Winged Knight's combat ability is nothing to say, but the appearance of this armor is a bit too fat.

 The magic and miracles in this world all require a catalyst in the hand to activate. Magic requires a staff, and miracles require a holy bell or amulet.

Lan En doesn’t know much about spells because he hasn’t had much contact with them yet, but it’s expected to be the same.

Klimt's already serious face had a gloomy expression at this time. He scolded in a low voice, causing the knight with wings in silver armor who had just recovered from his injury to immediately shut his mouth.

 Then, Klimt looked at the helmet of the winged knight. The helmet with the exaggerated smiley face visor was lowered deeply.

Even through this steel faceplate, everyone can feel the guilt and self-blame of this winged knight.

Klimt sighed and turned away. Lan En took a step forward from him and patted the silver armored winged knight's arm.

 The armor clicked under Lan En’s hands.

 “We are here to pick up the saint.”

Lann's first words made the winged knight suddenly raise his head.

“Can you provide us with some information, such as what kind of fighting force was used to kidnap the Saint, where would the Saint be imprisoned, etc.?”

The Knight with Wings in Silver Armor told everything he knew, but in the end he only came to the same conclusion as Klimt's induction - the saint was taken directly to the big library.

 In the headquarters of the sages.

"I understand." However, Lan En, who had not gained much in terms of intelligence, did not look downcast. He just patted the other party's arm comfortingly.

 The lack of a commander is a taboo on the battlefield, and Lan En has automatically entered the state of being a leader.

 After all, Klimt's performance was not considered a good commander in his eyes.

 In order to complete the mission, Lan began to subtly increase the priority of his orders in the team.

Klimt should also be able to feel it, but perhaps out of self-knowledge, he acquiesced to Lan En's actions.

  The switching and transfer of command authority were as natural and unnoticeable as flowing water under Lan En's operation. "Now, come down from the inner city to the high wall and rest, knight."

Lan En said to the winged knight who had recovered a little bit of his energy.

"Don't worry about the knights on the high wall below. The knights are divided. The group in the high wall church now are the ones who can't deal with the sages, that is, they are friends."

 Speaking, Lan En showed him the ring of the Knight Commander on his hand.

As one of the three pillars of royal power, the image of this ring is well-known in Lothric.

 At the same time, it is also a strong proof.

The Winged Knight in Silver Armor seemed to want to try to participate in the mission, but under Lan En's insistent gaze, he could only nod his head in a depressed mood, recognizing the fact that he was now a burden.

He saluted to the other people in the room, prayed that they could successfully rescue the saint, and then walked out of the small hiding room alone.

This place is not far from the Fire Sect's control area, and there is no danger along the way.

The witcher also walked up to Klimt and pushed him with a small movement. Let him also come out of his low mood.

 “Uh oh!” Fortunately, Klimt was not stupid enough to understand what Lan meant. He came to his senses and showed everyone the way.

“Follow me, the priests of Lothric have erected phantom walls around this supply house.”

Klimt began to lead the way. On the second floor of the hut, he kicked a wall that was nothing special. Then the wall disappeared and a passage appeared at its original location.

 After entering it, this place shows its spacious interior and decorations that are in line with the lofty status of the priests.

  Spellcasters are not poor, and priests are not poor either.

 It’s just that the splendor of this place was in the past.

 Now there is blood on it too. Like Klimt, he knew the priesthood of this place and fled here during the magician's liquidation, but he apparently died of serious injuries.

He could only kneel down and pray to die in front of an oil painting depicting "The Winged Knight Descending from Heaven".

“Once upon a time, this oil painting by a master would be hung in Lothric’s most prestigious hall for people to admire, but now.”

Klimt stroked this large oil painting with a nostalgic look.

“Now, even showing it will probably lead to the liquidation of the magician. So it can only eat ashes here.”

Klimt's memory only lasted for a while. He was still a pragmatic person after all.

After a while of rummaging through the boxes, which looked very familiar to him, Klimt found a lot of things he thought were useful.

 “This is coke rosin.”

 He distributed the parchment packets to everyone, speaking as he did so.

 Inside these paper packets is a dark paste. Lan felt a bit like a plaster.

"Smear it on the weapon, and the charred rosin will make the weapon engulfed in flames. In order to protect themselves in the dangerous magic knowledge, the magicians in the big library will cover their bodies and eyes with wax. The flame will make those wax people take good care of themselves. 'Enjoy'."

Each Winged Knight has received charred rosin, and it seems that they all use this kind of thing.

Lan En also received one without surprise. This thing sounded similar to Yanan's [Fire Paper].

 Compared with the charred rosin, it was Klimt's description of the "wax covering" of the sages in the Great Library that caught Lan En's attention more.

 ‘To protect oneself from the dangers of knowledge, to cover oneself with wax’.

But then I thought about it, with Osloais's strength and wisdom, he even discovered the knowledge of the white dragon in the big library, and finally transformed himself into that.

The ordinary sages who are far away from Osroais, in that library full of ancient and great knowledge, want to learn and be safe, so doing some abnormal actions seems normal. .

 Then, Klimt picked up another piece of silk cloth, on which lay several rings set with square blue gems.

“Magic ashlar ring, although the ashlar ring series is a symbol of knights, our relationship with the knights has always been very good after the big library was awarded to the sages.”

Klimt picked up a ring from the silk cloth in the palm of his hand and handed it to the winged knight in front of him.

"Wearing it can reduce the harm of magic to you. This was originally a ring given by King Oceroes to his bodyguard. I really don't know why he, who is so resistant to magic, ended up sealing the big library to the sage. them."

But when Klimt handed the ring to Lan En, the witcher waved it down and refused.

"I already have it." As he said that, the witcher took out an identical ring from his arms. "It is indeed a ring assigned to the king's bodyguard. Last time I killed two church knights at the door of Osloes' palace, and they had this in their hands."

It must be reiterated again that Osroais is a race of gods that can compete for the position of the main **** in the Bai religion. Klimt is the Archbishop of the White Sect.

 So Lan En’s words were immediately silenced by Klimt.

This man killed the gods who were at the level of the main gods in his own belief, and took out the rings of his personal guards. But the problem is that it seems to have indeed promoted the great cause of spreading fire, and he, a clergyman, cannot complain at all.

“Then just keep it and use it. The abilities of these rings do not stack.”

After pursed his lips for a long time, Klimt could only hold back this sentence.

Lan En shrugged and walked behind him.

There was also a curled up dead priest there, and from his arms, Lan pulled out a small, exquisite round shield.

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