Chapter 177 173. ‘Neutral’

Lan En led the pack horse, followed Margarita, and walked towards the tavern of Dark Water.

The blond beauty in front had an expression between joy and irritation.

Lan En could understand Margarita's mood. After all, she had made it very clear when she was in Aretusa that if Vizima's trip did not go smoothly and the enemy was too strong, then she would go back.

She hoped that Lan En would give priority to her own life safety.

But the young man's ruthless work of killing Count Stesa's entire estate without saying a word must have nothing to do with such instructions.

Although for Arethusa College, this further highlights the precious value of Lan En itself.

But when Margarita treats Lan En, she always puts her status as dean in the background. Therefore, as the dean of Aretuza, she is angry at Lan En's actions.

As soon as the two of them reached the door of the tavern, Berengar, who looked completely uninjured, came over to greet them.

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

Although he ran away from the profession of demon hunter because he lacked the talent to adapt to fighting, he was still a demon hunter who had been systematically taught by the Wolf School.

"I thought you would leave first."

Lan En re-evaluated the king who found him in the hotel.

The theory is a theory, but when Lan En thinks about the red-haired sorceress's enthusiasm and insensitivity towards politics, she still can't help but worry.

As he said that, the old demon hunter glanced at the dean of the magic academy who was sitting next to Lan En.

He disappeared suddenly, and Berengar, the last person in contact, would definitely not be able to escape.

"It's true that Merigold was born in Aretussa, but now everyone knows that she wants to sleep with you. Foltest's intelligence department is a little deeper. They know that I also want to sleep with you. So.

Yes, my position is definitely neutral."

It seems that during the time when he was active as a demon hunter, succubus, a creature that sucks men's essence, was still a very scary thing.

"Sorry, man. I wasted your time." Lan En apologized and clinked a drink with Berengar.

The old witcher didn't seem to care.

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

"Ahem!"

Lann asked Berengar while drinking cold Kaedwen stout.

The distance between the two ends of the mandible is the length of a whole horse, and the packhorse does not pant much, which shows the light quality of this bone.

If Margarita didn't hold him down, Triss would probably come over and hold him down.

Lan En nodded silently.

Lan En asked after thinking of Triss just now.

The mutations brought about by the magic of Chaos on the bodies of sorceresses are far less profound than those of witchers, but after they use magic, they are even more sensitive than witchers.

"Merigord, she is now at home in Vizima. It's just that she has a close relationship with you, which has advantages and disadvantages. In addition to looking for you this time, I also have a neutral magical force invited by the Temerian royal family.

Come and remove the teleportation coordinates Merigold left in this village."

"By the way, how is Tris doing there?"

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

That look in his eyes was not anger at being talked about behind someone's back, but rather a kind of eagerness to try?

Margarita can hear you!

That was the second time he looked at Lan En like this after the Statha Manor was rescued.

"Is Foltest's intelligence agency that powerful?"

Berengar opened his mouth, but Margarita's slightly hoarse voice immediately took over the conversation.

I came here with you to be your love assistant!

And what kind of primitive love method is that of yours?!

"Foltest and you have reached an agreement not to enter Vizima, so they will not leave flaws like the portal. Merigold wants to come over, or she can ride a horse, take a boat, or

Otherwise, just randomly open the portal and try your luck."

Margarita raised her long and charming eyebrows slightly.

"Rita!"

Although obvious traces of weathering can be seen on the mandible, the lines and size still combine to create a ferocious aura.

"What else? Why else would the sorcerers be attached to the kingdom?"

"There's nothing wrong with people like us, we just have a lot of time. We can't talk about wasting it."

So much so that he couldn't imagine this kind of gameplay.

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

"Have you hooked up with Margarita Laux Andrea?! She has been in a bad mood for the past few days waiting for you here. Let me tell you, although everyone knows that sorceresses are difficult to deal with, as long as you

Press her to the bed in a moment."

He really thought Berengar came here to see the keel!

"There is a problem. Is Rita Triss born in Aretuza? Please neutralize the magic power. No matter what, you have to go to Ban Ade Academy, right?"

I have never killed a dragon, but I have at least read the Monster Manual.

Lan En felt a little strange when he heard this.

Lan En is a little unsure. Anyway, it’s good that he’s not angry!

"Throughout the ages, no great mage has been able to use magic to control everyone's thoughts and make society operate according to his own will. But kings have done it with gold and titles. Who is more pervasive? Needless to say, right?"

"I would like to leave, but..."

The old demon hunter stood by the wall with his arms folded, watching the alien packhorse pacing pitifully with a huge mandible on its back.

When he went to expel Dagon, he only told Berengar that he would send Alia away, but he never thought that he would also go to another world.

Margarita waved her hands indifferently. She had no interest in politics, but she knew something about it.

"Me?" Berengar didn't know why he was involved again, but he still expressed it very directly.

Hearing this, Berengar across the table looked at the young demon hunter with a look of admiration for a warrior.

The sorceress's bold words made Lan En choke.

Not only is he bold, direct and delicate on the surface, but he is also very thoughtful secretly.

"This shape is...a dragon bone?! Such a big dragon, oh my god?!"

Berengar did not enjoy the magical cold beer, so he was drinking a glass of room temperature with his lips curled up.

"'Some confidence'? Boy, there are not many people in this world who have been blacksmithing longer than me, even dwarves!"

"Okay, anyway, I may never meet these people who are playing with power in my life. Instead of talking about them. Berengar, you once said that you wanted to open a blacksmith shop, right? In other words, what do you think about yourself?

Do you have some confidence in your forging skills?"

Lan En could only turn his head away in embarrassment.

Belengar seemed not to have noticed the expression on Margarita's face, who was walking in front of him. He came closer to Lan and looked at Balerion's mandible.

Since he disappeared inexplicably for more than ten days, the situation in Vizima should not have changed in such a short period of time, right?

"Okay, okay, don't act like a shy boy who has never eaten meat. Didn't you say you wanted to find a succubus to try?"

Berengar's tone was full of confidence.

But when he got closer, the old demon hunter lowered his voice and raised the corners of his mouth.

Arethusa is full of sorceresses, while the famous Academy of Ben Ard is full of male sorcerers.

The beer is hand-frozen margarita.

The corners of Lan En's mouth twitched vaguely.

Lan En nodded, pulled out the dragon bone dagger presented by Ed Stark from his waist, and placed it on the wine table.

"Then please take a look at this."

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