Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 276: 275 Meeting in the pub

Chapter 276 275. Meeting in the pub

This hesitation and hesitation did not linger in Lan En's heart for too long.

The young witcher shrugged and opened the door of the tavern.

It seems that in recent months, this tavern has received many distinguished guests that it should not have had the opportunity to receive, thus making the tavern owner make a fortune.

The wooden door that still leaked air from the joints of the wooden boards when Lan En first came here has been replaced by a one-piece heavy wooden door.

Heres a bottle of rye vodka, ice, dont mix it with water.

Lan En said hello to the bartender who was cleaning glasses behind the counter, and walked towards a table by the window of the tavern.

Although it is already winter when there are few travelers, Darkwater is one of the few villages around Lake Vizima that has a passenger ship route to the capital Vizima.

Therefore, the businessmen wearing simple cloth hats, tights, and low-quality furs, the bards who still wear various bright bird feathers on their hats in winter, and the local villagers who have idle time still make the atmosphere of the entire tavern Create a lively atmosphere.

The wooden walls of the tavern are hung with dry but still colorful garlands and flower chains to show their belief in Meritelli. The warm tones of candlelight, the steam from the food, and the aroma of wine give people a feeling of warmth and peace of mind.

The singing of the bards and the sounds of people talking made Lan En's entrance inconspicuous.

At the table by the window, a red-haired woman who was still dressed lightly in winter and highlighted her good figure was sitting with her back to Lan En.

As Lan En approached, the pendant around his neck began to sway. He was sure that this woman must have a beautiful magic talisman that she could wear in winter and maintain her body temperature.

Berengar, who was sitting opposite her, was listening to her talk, but he was mainly bored and crushing the grilled fish on the plate with a spoon.

As the heavy armored footsteps approached, the old demon hunter glanced up alertly.

Then, the expression that was bored but had no choice but to escape suddenly burst into laughter.

Aha!

Look! Look! Our great hero is back.

The woman opposite Berengar turned around suddenly, so hard that the bench under her **** tilted.

The red hair scattered around her face calmed down after a while of shaking, not blocking the delicate face with the charm of a woman and the vitality of a girl.

Triss Merigold, advisor to the Temerian royal family, and a popular political upstart in Vizima.

She was sitting in front of Berengar and chatting casually, but in fact, the expression on her face was exactly the same as that of the old witcher.

A sorceress who has political ambitions and hopes to realize them through her own efforts and influence. Talk to an old demon hunter who left his profession because he was afraid of fighting.

There is nothing in common between them. Even if they only count their ages, there should be several generation gaps between them.

It was only because of their mutual friends that they sat together regularly.

If Lan En could describe the awkward atmosphere

Your good friend brings over a friend you dont know. Then while the three of you were playing together, your friend went to the toilet.'

Belonging sounds extremely uncomfortable.

For Berengar - Lan En's arrival saves everything!

Oh! My dear Berengar, if you ever make fun of me again, Im going to kick your **** with this boot!

The young man spread his hands, first smiled slightly at the red-haired sorceress, and then spoke to Berengar in a dignified voice.

The old witcher immediately drooped his mouth like a bull terrier.

I originally stood up to greet him happily, but I sat down again halfway down the road.

Did you go to the world of poetry this time? The bards who sang love poems were not as numb as you just now. Damn it, I got goosebumps!

Lann crossed the bench and sat carefully next to Triss. The sorceress' eyes had been fixed on him ever since she found him.

Ahem, huh. This is an adjustment. The place I went to this time also specialized in language learning. I just changed my language habits. Its normal to use too much force.

That would be the best, otherwise I would have to shake three times to say a word to you.

Berengar looked Lan En up and down with his long face, making sure that this guy was not missing any arms or legs, and laughed out loud. The armor on his body has even been professionally cleaned and maintained. It can be seen that he is doing well even in a different world.

His body has grown a lot, and his height is estimated to be 1.95 meters.

Even for his age, he is growing up too fast.

Because he is not only growing taller, but the muscle dimensions of his entire body are also increasing proportionally.

For every centimeter in height, several kilograms of meat and bone will be added to the weight!

Judging from Berengar's professional blacksmithing perspective, his armor is already a bit restrictive.

The old witcher looked at the sorceress next to Lan En and drained the glass of wine in one gulp.

Tsk, now is not the time for outsiders to stay here.

Its getting late, I should go back

The old demon hunter felt that he was very discerning. After all, when Lan En came back from the other world for the first time, he behaved very well.

For this purpose he won himself a room in the tavern for a period of two years.

How about saying that the dean of Arethusa is very wealthy!

How about he, a mutant with no stable income, waits for someone in this village?

But this time, before Berengar could finish speaking, Triss, who was sitting next to Lan, interrupted him first.

Its still noon, Berengar.

While speaking, Triss's eyes were still facing Lan En's side face.

Is this how you dealt with Margarita last time?

After saying this, she looked away with a half-smile.

Berengar scratched his chin and sat back on the bench with some embarrassment.

Oh, so Im taking the initiative?

Use an affirmative sentence, Berengar.

I understand, its my fault.

Triss nodded with satisfaction.

Dont worry, Lan En. I wont eat you, and I wont sleep with you. I saw that the tips of your ears were red just now.

"Margarita is a good friend of Yennefer, and I am also a good friend of Yennefer. If you establish a relationship with her, then I will wisely keep a distance. At least until the two of you officially get involved."

"Although Foltest hinted to me that I hope I can maintain some relationship with you beyond friendship, but **** Foltest! Who does he think I am? A woman standing on the street?"

"I want to use physical pleasure to get close to you, why not let his daughter come? Shit!"

The sorceress said very firmly.

To be honest, her mature and lively temperament makes her look pleasing to the eye even when she curses.

Berengar curled his lips in a vague way, indicating that he had never seen such a situation where nothing happened under the scorching eyes.

On the other hand, Mr. Lan, a simple young man with his first love, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his originally slightly restrained sitting posture.

The old witcher looked at it for a while.

You dont really believe it just because she said that, right? ?

You are really a chick!

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