Chapter 1269 1241. Follow-up Process
Naturally, Lincoln stood still behind Lan En's seat, as if he was still on the battlefield.
Lan En himself stood up with a wine glass in hand, patted the back of the chair, and motioned for Lincoln to sit down.
But he walked to the dean's desk and sat with his back on the table.
Thanks to the fact that all the furniture in the dean's office has been reinforced and enlarged, otherwise with his current size and weight, coupled with his armor, very few normal furniture would be able to withstand him.
The cashmere-covered bench under Margarita and Tisaya's buttocks looked about the same size as a bed.
I don’t know what Margarita’s considerations were when she changed the furniture to this size.
Lincoln was not pretentious. After Lan En gave the instruction silently with his movements, he immediately sat down.
Behave yourself, as if you were in a military camp.
This is not an ordinary military camp.
In this era, there is not much emphasis on discipline and rules in the military camp.
It is not uncommon for soldiers to threaten the chief officer before the battle.
Advancing with the military camp, there are more people who want to trade with the large population gathered by the army.
Outside the military camp are various merchants and prostitutes who can almost be called a market.
Lincoln’s current discipline, which is almost like a modern army, was spontaneously derived step by step when the [Ember] Knights were conducting internal tactical discussions and organizational improvements.
This indeed made the knights more in line with Lan En's appetite.
“Have you been in Aretuza during this time?”
Lan asked with a smirk, but before Lincoln could answer, he continued.
"How does it feel? In this place where men outside the academy are full of daydreams?"
"Ms. Margarita allowed me to enter the academy above the Rocha Palace to facilitate my activities. I am very happy Grateful.”
Lincoln was comfortable with his adults' teasing questions, or he was somewhat used to them. He first complimented her without missing a beat, and then answered.
“There are indeed a few apprentices in the academy who seem to want to maintain a physical relationship with me for a period of time. But I feel that the outside world’s description of the atmosphere in the academy is not that accurate.”
"Those sorceress apprentices keep satisfying their physiological needs very separate from other things. After satisfying their needs, they will devote their energy to other aspects, which is quite straightforward."
"It's normal for people to need sex. But it's more normal for people to focus more on doing things."
Lan En nodded noncommittally: "It sounds like you have reached an agreement with some ladies. A satisfying relationship? ”
"No." Lincoln said in surprise, "I heard you say that wasting energy will lead to a decline in physical function? It is already difficult for us to make ourselves stronger now. I don't have extra energy to give to others. ”
This statement made Margarita burst into trembling laughter while sipping her wine glass. The laughter became dull under the cover of the wine glass.
The witcher scratched his chin and decided to get down to business.
“After we teleported away, [Mist Nest Master], that is, when was the body of the Tyrannosaurus rex teleported away?”
Time between Worlds The difference in flow rate is a far more profound problem than can be understood with current knowledge.
So Lan En simply asked about the result.
"On the sixteenth hour when we were guarding the body, the body of the Tyrannosaurus suddenly disappeared. Subsequently, we cleaned the scene according to your order and evacuated."
"No one looked. "In the subjective judgment of our ten honorary swordsmen, no."
"The elven ruins were very close to the floating port, and Siward did not send any troops during that time." Are people going to see it? ”
"In fact, he came in person." Lincoln sat upright and added, "Although it was only after all the movements on the battlefield disappeared, it was daybreak, and there was no fog on the mountains, that he dared to lead the team over."
"That scene must not be pleasant, right?"
Lan En had an interesting smile on his lips.
He estimated the time in his mind. It should have been afternoon when the Misty Nest Master was teleported away by the Lady in the Lake using the cone-shaped crystal as an anchor.
"Of course, sir." Lincoln answered in the affirmative, but his tone remained calm.
"This matter was ordered by Foltest to be handled by Siward. The situation is serious and the king is watching. Of course he is not willing to see nothing and just listen to our words. Let it go."
"What happened next?"
"Please forgive me." Lincoln bowed slightly in his chair and said, "I punched him. Killed a White Rose Knight."
At this time, Lan En's face showed surprise.
Because based on his understanding of Lincoln, although this boy is young, he once served as Haxo's entourage. Under the influence of this Cintra palace supervisor, both etiquette and propriety in doing things are in his heart. Quite a few.
After experiencing the fall and escape of Cintra, I not only knew what was going on, but I could also control my behavior and emotions.
It stands to reason that the Ember Knights did not block them for a long time. Lan En killed the mist nest master late at night and arranged for the ember knights to guard him. The body disappeared sixteen hours later, that is, in the afternoon of the next day.
And Siward dared to go into the mountains to search, no matter what, it would have to be close to noon in the morning.
After only a few hours, the Ember Knights completed their mission and could leave.
How could the situation escalate to the point of killing people in just a few hours?
Even if it was all official talk and sloppy remarks, at Lincoln's level, he should be able to delay it easily within a few hours.
"Seward has spoken harshly to you, my lord," Lincoln's response provided the answer, he added. "He was so frightened that he got emotional and called you a 'cat-eyed mutated bastard'."
"I thought he would say something more offensive and dirty." Lan En didn't care. He smiled, and he could imagine what happened next.
"The next moment he cursed, I knocked out one of his teeth." Lincoln's next words confirmed Lan En's thoughts. "Of course, the White Rose Knight under his command started a duel with me."
"I killed him in a duel with two faces."
"Unfortunately, none of the remaining Knights of the White Rose seem to be as courageous as the first one, daring to challenge me for the dignity of their lord. Throw out the gloves."
"Really? It doesn't matter." Lan En shrugged while holding the wine glass. "From what we can see, there seems to be nothing good in this group of people. People are good."
But Lincoln still frowned.
“But this may cause you trouble in the future political situation of Temeria.”
"I sent a group of Scoia'tael and a real dragon to Aedirn to start a peasant uprising, Lincoln." Lan En looked at his secretary with a dumbfounded smile, "Just have a look, don't think I care. The political situation in Temeria?”
“I don’t want to get involved in the political situation in Temeria.”
Lan En said some shocking words indifferently. He took a sip from the wine glass in his hand and changed the subject.
"By the way, Sachia and Iorveth, how are they doing with their group?"
"They are very good." It was Margarita who spoke this time.
She shook the wine glass leisurely: "I opened a teleportation gate and teleported them directly to the Kingdom of Aden."
"That is my private villa in Guleta. If They are smart enough, so they can use the change I left in the villa to hide themselves.”
The so-called ‘change’ in the sorceress’s mouth is probably enough for an ordinary person’s family to live for several days. Months old.
If nothing else, it would be no problem to change the attire of Saskia and the Scoia'tael that are clearly meant for combat into everyday clothes.
"Contact information?"
Lan En continued to confirm in an orderly manner, and Margarita responded to him tacitly.
“I gave them a way to contact the courier. That is the college’s courier. He just collects the letters from the northern countries in one go, and then sends them to the college all at once, with a few letters from Aden mixed in. The letter is completely inconspicuous."
"Also, there is an envelope in the second layer of my drawer. Take a look."
Lan stood up from half-sitting on the table. , follow Margarita's instructions to open the drawer and find out the faith.
This is a letter from Novigrad, signed 'Dudu Bibwit'.
Opening the envelope, there was a polite greeting inside, and Dudu briefly talked about the current operation of Lan En's asset account.
There is also the financial control of the Dark Alley Gang.
Immediately afterwards, Dudu said that he had received news from him, and he was a little worried about secretly funding a group of people to help the peasants riot in Aden.
After all, shapeshifters are kind-hearted in nature and relatively resistant to violence.
Providing funds to a foreign violent organization always made him feel very scared.
Although Novigrad is a free city-state and legally enjoys autonomy, geographically, isn't it still the land of Redania?
The intelligence system of the country Redania has long been world-famous.
So the timid shapeshifter has always been suspicious during this period, feeling that the people around him have ulterior motives and their identities are not simple.
But even so, he still said that he would insist on conducting financial operations for Sakia and the others.
Even if we don’t talk about the new ‘free city’ envisaged by Lan En and Iorveth, this idea contains huge profit prospects.
Just with the goal of 'fighting racial persecution', the shapeshifter has nothing to say and will definitely help.
Help even if you are scared.
The racial persecution in this world has brewed sharp conflicts, and the current hostility between the north and the south has made problems that can usually be covered up become highlighted in the increasingly turbulent current situation. .
Not long ago, a series of killings of inhuman races broke out on the territory of Redania. Although it can't be called a 'massacre', and the incidents occurred mostly in scattered rural areas rather than towns, a lot of people died.
(End of this chapter)