Lann led the pack horse and followed Margarita towards the tavern of the Dark Waters.

The blonde beauty in front of her has a face that is somewhere between delighted and irritated.

Lann could understand Margarita's feelings. After all, when she was in Eritusa before, she had already made it very clear that if Virima's trip did not go well and the enemy was too strong, then go back.

She hoped that Lan En would prioritize her own safety.

But the young man's ruthless work of killing the entire estate of Count Stessa without saying a word must not be in line with this kind of instruction.

For Erethusa Academy, though, this highlights the value of Rann itself.

But Margarita has always put her dean in the back row when dealing with Lanne. So, as Dean of Eretusa, she was angry at Lan's actions.

As soon as the two of them reached the door of the tavern, Belengal, who seemed to have no signs of injury at all, greeted him.

"Wow! You've been out for more than ten days, where did you get such a big guy? ”

The old witcher was standing by the wall with his hands on his chest, watching the otherworldly pack horse pacing pitifully with a huge mandible.

Although obvious signs of weathering can be seen in that mandible, the lines and sizes of that still converge into a hideous momentum.

The mandibles are spaced as long as a horse, and the pack horse doesn't pant much, showing the lightness of the bone.

"This shape is. Joist?! Such a big dragon, my God?! ”

Although he escaped from the profession of Witcher due to his lack of talent for adapting to combat. But in the end, it is a witcher who has been systematically taught by the wolf school.

I've never killed a dragon, and I've at least seen the Bestiary.

As if he hadn't seen the face of Margarita walking in front of her, Belengar leaned over to Lane to examine Bellerion's mandible.

But when he got closer, the old witcher lowered his voice and curled the corners of his mouth.

"You kid hooked up with Margarita Lawx Antiller?! She's not in a good mood for the past few days. I'll tell you, although everyone knows that a sorceress is difficult, as long as you press her to the bed in a moment."

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched faintly.

He really thought that Belengar had come to see the keel!

I came here with you to be a love assistant!

And what kind of primitive love law are you?!

Margarita can hear it!

Sorceresses' bodies are not as deeply mutated by the magic of chaos as the witches, but when they use magic, they are even sharper than the witchers.

At this time, Lady Margarita was looking at Lan with a playful look.

That look is not the anger that is talked about behind someone's back, but a kind of . Eager?

Lane was a little unsure. Anyway, it's good not to be angry!

The young man avoided Margarita's staring eyes and led the pack horse to the stable.

Then he sat down at the long table in the tavern with Belengar and Margarita.

"I thought you'd go first."

Rann asked Berengar as he sipped a cold Caldwin stout.

The beer was hand-frozen by Margarita.

Belengar didn't enjoy the treatment of a magic cold beer, and was pouting for a glass of room temperature.

"I'd like to go, but."

As he spoke, the old witcher glanced at the dean of the Magic Academy sitting beside Lan.

Lan nodded silently.

When he went to expel Dagon, he only told Belengar that he would send Arya away, and he didn't think that he would also go to another world.

He disappeared suddenly, and Belengar, the last contact, was determined to not be able to leave.

If Margarita doesn't hold him down, Triss will probably come and hold him down.

"Sorry, man. I'm delaying you. Rann apologized for a glass with Belengar.

The old witcher didn't seem to care.

"It's okay for people like us, it's just that there is a lot of time. It's not about waste. ”

"By the way, how is Triss?"

Thinking of Triss just now, Rann asked.

He disappeared inexplicably for more than ten days, and Virjma's situation shouldn't have changed in such a short period of time, right?

Theory is theory, but when Lan En thinks about the red-haired sorceress's zealous and sluggishness in politics, he can't help but worry.

Belengar opened her mouth, but Margarita's slightly hoarse voice immediately stole the conversation.

"Meligard, she's at home in Virgina right now. It's just that having a close relationship with you has both advantages and disadvantages. In addition to looking for you, I also came here as a neutral magical force invited by the Temerian royal family to dismantle the teleportation coordinates left by Meligand in this village. ”

"Foltest and you have made a pact not to enter Virginma, so they won't leave a portal like that. Meligard wanted to come over, either on horseback or in a boat, or try her luck by opening a random portal. ”

Lan En was a little strange when he heard this.

"Something is a problem, Rita. Triss was born in Eretusa, right? Please neutralize the magical power, you have to find Ben Ade Academy anyway, don't you? ”

Eritusa is full of female sorcerers, while the famous Ben Ade Academy is full of male sorcerers.

Margarita's slender and feminine eyebrows were slightly raised.

"It's true that Meligard was born in Eretusa, but now everyone knows that she wants to sleep with you. And Foltest's intelligence department goes a little deeper. They know I want to sleep with you too. So yes, my position is definitely neutral. ”

"Ahem!"

The sorceress's bold words made Lan En choke.

"Rita!"

"Okay, okay, don't act like a shy boy who hasn't eaten meat, didn't you say you wanted to try a succubus?"

Hearing this, Belengar across the table looked at the young witcher with a warrior's gaze.

It was the second time he had looked at Lan with this kind of eye since the rescue of Stesa Manor.

It seems that in his time when he was active as a witcher, the succubus, a creature that sucks the essence of men, was still a very terrifying thing.

So much so that he couldn't imagine that there was such a way to play.

Lan En could only tilt his head in embarrassment.

"Is Foltest's intelligence agency so strong?"

"Or else? Otherwise, why would the warlocks be attached to the kingdom? ”

Margarita waved her hand indifferently, she was not interested in politics, but she knew more or less.

"Throughout the ages, no archmage has been able to control everyone's minds with magic and make society run according to his own will. But the kings did it with gold and titles. Who is more pervasive, needless to say? ”

Lan reassessed the king who had found the inn in his mind.

He not only has the boldness, directness and delicacy on the surface, but also the secret mind is also very meticulous.

"Okay, anyway, I may never see each other in my life with these people who play with power in the future. Instead of talking about them. Belengal, you said you wanted to open a blacksmith shop, didn't you? That is, you are a little confident in your blacksmithing craft? ”

"Me?" Belengar didn't know how to pull himself again, but he still said it very directly.

"'A little confidence'? Boy, there are people in this world who have been striking iron longer than me, even if they are dwarves, I can't find a few! ”

Belengar's tone was full of confidence.

Ryan nodded, pulling out the keel dagger that Eddard Stark had given him from his back and placing it on the table.

"Then please take a look at this."

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