Chapter 86 86. Memories emerging
This middle-aged man has a handsome and upright face. If you look closely, he even looks somewhat similar to the portrait on the Oren coin.
He adjusted the puffy sleeves on his hands and put down the miniature model.
“Ubank, you should know that it is because of these children that I have reached a friendly relationship with the gentlemen of the Sun Cult.”
“And now, are you going to tell me ? Just because of a dirty mutated bastard, eighty children turned into a quarter?”
Urbank didn't look up.
Different from the cautious and flattering attitude in front of Safra, when facing his real big boss, Urbank knows very well -
Don't ask for forgiveness, show value.
The Sun Cult is the state religion of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south.
They believe that the sun is the only true god, and all priests can only be men.
Maintaining relationships with them is an aspect that the big boss attaches great importance to.
“I will lead the team to the coast of Sidaris, where the aftermath of the war has not yet subsided. Almost all the men have died, and the women are also weak under fear and humiliation. Although many children have also died, but As long as you dig through the farmers' rice vats and grab them, you can get them together."
"How do you build a team?"
Handsome middle-aged man. He said casually.
For him, this kind of thing is just an ordinary business, and as long as it is a business, he has to consider the cost.
If Urbank had dared to say, "Please allocate some of your men," he would be lying in the flowerbed of the manor today.
But fortunately, this strong man Skellige has a bright mind.
“I am a Skellige, and I can raise a group of Skellige warriors on the sea. We are all experienced pirates, and people who believe in my hometown are more trustworthy than outsiders, so as long as I spread the word, there will be life. You can bring in at least a dozen people.”
“But even though Skellige’s warriors kill without blinking an eye, most of them have a sense of honor. Why do you even think of them as pirates? If you encounter a slave ship, they will fight regardless of the cost. To be honest, I think if you work in front of them, they will chop you with an ax first."
The middle-aged man asked with interest.
"The Skellige will not be the only ones on the pirate ship. When we open up the situation, I will arrange a mead banquet that the Skellige loves most. Pirate banquets always involve death, and warriors always Die among the first batch."
As he spoke, Urbank showed a bold and cheerful smile like an authentic Islander.
The naturalness of this smile made the middle-aged man couldn’t help but applaud and praise her.
"Haha! You are so smart that you don't look like a native of the Islands, Urban. You should rest for a few days."
After applauding, the middle-aged man nodded.
"I will allocate you a long ship that can be used for fighting, as well as a cabin full of supplies, and too much silver for you to hold. And you will bring me one hundred and sixty beautiful little boys. And in the end, you have two months to let this evil slave ship get its due and sink in the wrath of Meritelli."
"As you are told."
Ubank bent down and bowed, and the stiff archipelago man's lumbar spine gave him a beautiful arc.
The moment before exiting the study, the strong man suddenly remembered something and mentioned it to his big boss.
"By the way, sir. I always feel that the witcher will never give up."
Urbank reminded cautiously and respectfully.
"I've seen that kind of look that won't stop until it rips out your throat and mine."
The middle-aged man has picked up the carriage model again, impatiently Wave.
“Don’t take such an inconspicuous little bug seriously, a witcher? God, when did the name of a lowly mutant appear in my study? "
Ubank looked at the two full-body plate armor warriors at the corner of the corridor outside the door, shrugged, turned and left.
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Lan is now on a barge.
It was a bit embarrassing to say that he only found a map of Temeria at the bottom of the bag prepared for him by Arya after riding horseback for a day and a half with Arya.
Then he realized that from his current location to the capital Vizima, it would be much more time-consuming to take a boat than to ride a horse.
So he led the little girl attendant who was curious all the way and boarded an inland river barge at the ferry of a riverside village.
For ordinary people's lives, they rarely use the entire Oren coin. Temeria is the most powerful country in the north. Under the leadership of Foltest, it is almost on par with Redania.
Oren's purchasing power and stability are worthy of this national power.
So when paying the ferry fare, Lan En even had to take out a few gold coins from his wallet and ask the conductor to use small scissors to trim off the corners of the gold coins to prevent them from being too valuable.
Business at the medieval level is not done by just throwing a few gold coins on the table.
How pure is the gold coin and how complete are the edges and corners?
These all require professional bookkeepers to identify on site and even use a scale.
Lan En adjusted his hood. The past few days seemed to be because the gene seeds continued to work.
He felt that his appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and the originally well-fitting armor gradually began to feel restrictive.
The hair on the head grows very fast, and the original hairstyle has been covered up by the length.
Now half of the hair on Lan En's head that hangs down to his neck has become shining silver white.
And based on the facial skeletal muscle data mobilized by Mentos every day, his face shape is also constantly being fine-tuned.
The degree of adjustment was so slight that Alia and Lan, who lived together day and night, could not feel it.
But when Mentos retrieved the facial data from ten days ago and compared it with each other, even Lan En himself had to exclaim.
“This handsome guy is so handsome!”
The gene-seed seems to give the facial features a bit of refined femininity.
But in harmony with Lan En's original appearance, he only looked healthy and energetic.
Lan En nodded at the handsome face reflected in the water and walked towards the bow of the ship, stepping over the luggage and packages piled everywhere by the passengers.
The horses crowded in the middle of the barge snorted, and their hooves clattered on the deck. Arya claimed that it was her duty as a squire to take care of the horses, so she was rightfully occupying Poppy's saddle by herself.
The hull is located in the middle of the water, shrouded in thick fog. The bow of the barge parted the lilies of the water.
Riding a horse on a moving boat. Her talent for balance is really good.
The moment Lan En walked past her, dozens of sword skills automatically appeared in his mind, which could be used to face an opponent with good balance on horseback.
This kind of memory is by no means as simple as freezing a few actions.
That is a complete set of movement methods, fighting ideas, and timing for dozens of sets of swordsmanship!
The dizziness in his head was like Mentos in a Coke bottle, making the witcher's footsteps weaken for a moment.
But a second later, Lan En's footsteps stabilized again.
"Mentos, you didn't stop me just now!"
The calm young man walked to the bow of the ship and lay down on the railing.
But in my heart, I have already begun to attack my brain.
“How many times has the interception algorithm you developed worked for this kind of spontaneously emerging memory? Tell me yourself!”
The knowledge in memory is great and good, but Lan En doesn't want to overload his brain during a sword fight with the enemy!
But Mentos itself also has something to say!
“Ten thousand years of memory! Ten thousand years! Do you know how messy and complicated the things in this are?!”
“I am now a primary school student learning the computing power of a machine! You ask me to knock on the interception algorithm, can I? I don’t have the ability, you know!”
“I’ve just been patching here for the past few days!”< br>
"Anyway, it will definitely take a few days for the memory to come back, and you can bear it."
After the biological intelligence brain finished speaking, it ignored Lan En who curled his lips and went back to work.
The demon hunter pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand and exhaled a breath.
Damn it, I can’t even maintain the “British butler conversation style” I set up. Isn’t it a bit cool!
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