Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005 987. Shani

The group of people walked towards the village outside the city of Novigrad.

 It seems to be because the alchemy of Kalkistan always involves dangerous phenomena such as explosions and burnings, and it has a good reputation.

Hence, the temple guards in Novigrad did not even allow him to enter the city, but could only rent a house in the village outside the city.

"It is precisely because of this that his weirdo is willing to bring out a student who has not studied for a few days."

 Dandelion led the way while complaining about this master alchemist.

“I've seen people who are obsessed with research, and I've seen quite a lot of them in Oxenford. But it's really rare for someone like him to be able to order a little girl around without feeling a little bit embarrassed.”

"little girl?"

Geralt clapped his hands behind Dandelion and asked doubtfully.

 He had just finished the smoked fish sandwich in his hand, and there were dry crumbs in his hand.

“Shani is about fifteen or sixteen years old. I didn't ask carefully. In my opinion, she is not too old. New research from Ossenfurt University shows that human adulthood is best set at eighteen years old.”

 The most famous institution of higher learning in the whole north.

Dandelion waved his hand without looking back.

Although Arethusa and Ban Ad are both warlock academies, the entire warlock community has been immersed in the atmosphere of fighting for power for too long, and even the academy has this tone.

 “That's what it's all about anyway.”

 Compared to the three men who were really running to do errands, Triss was now just like a girl going shopping, following Lan En's footsteps lively.

“But don't look at it. She is a newly admitted student of Oxenford. She is ambitious, I can feel it.”

  It's difficult for ordinary students to just adapt to the new campus. It's rare for students to have such a strong purpose.

For example, the seminar on fire fortune tellers and earth fortune tellers that Kalkstein participated in was organized by Oxenfurt University.

Out of the city gate, across the tributary of the Pontal River that has become eutrophic due to urban wastewater, the messy stone-tiled ground disappeared and turned into natural loess.

 But its importance lies not in the city itself, but in the city's eponymous college, Ossenfurt University.

The flannel ball also wore a well-fitting hooded cloak. When he put it on his body, others would probably think he was a dwarf.

“Then you should use your words more accurately, great poet.” Lan En complained from behind, “That's called careerism.”

Oxenfurt is not far from Novigrad and is another important city in Redania.

“It's not that she wants to be an official or anything, but she is academically or medically ambitious. Can you understand?”

Lan has always felt sorry for this. It seems that magic has no ability to improve the intelligence of fools.

So when it comes to social contributions and theoretical research, a group of people who have mastered magic are not as famous as a university composed of ordinary people.

 In the village outside the city, on the side near Novigrad, houses can barely be built with bricks and white ash. But the farther away from the city, the simpler the houses become.

Dandelion said without paying much attention.

 There are few such research meetings in Arethusa and Ben Ad. In their eyes, if you don't have the ability to cast spells, you are not qualified to talk about alchemy or anything else.

ˆ Eventually it became an all-wooden structure with low wooden walls and a roof made of straw.

If you are not a career-minded student, it is unlikely that you will meet a certain master when you first enter school and seize the opportunity to study with him.

Lan En walked past those sturdy buildings. He guessed that these large houses should be warehouses invested and built outside the city by merchants in Novigrad in order to avoid the high warehouse management costs in the city.

Although transportation problems outside the city are more troublesome and safety issues are greater than inside the city, and you have to spend your own money to build a house, there is no doubt that it is still more profitable than renting a warehouse in the city.

The villages outside the city are also quite lively, at least much more lively than the sporadic villages built along the wilderness roads.

  A big city like Novigrad cannot function without the material support from the surrounding villages.

 So in this village there are not only common farmers and hunters, but also full-time washerwomen, leatherworkers, even barbers, tailors and other professions.

 It can be regarded as an 'advanced' structure of semi-commercial and semi-agriculture attached to the city.

Dandelion seemed to have some quarrel or entanglement with the washerwoman in the village, and he deliberately bypassed that area when leading the way.

Turning around the twists and turns on the well-trampled loess road, Triss kicked away two chickens that were blocking the way, while Flannel Ball and Geralt almost stepped on a pile of donkey dung.

Finally, reaching the edge of the village, Dandelion tilted his head to signal to everyone, and then walked towards the house with wooden walls and straw roof.

The poet raised his knuckles and knocked on it.

 But as soon as his knuckles touched the thin wooden door twice, an angry and vigilant voice came from inside.

 A girl's voice had a melodious tone, but seemed a bit dull behind the wooden door.

"Don't bother us! Leave! We don't owe you any money! Let's talk about it first. Now there is a 'gift' prepared by the alchemy master at the door. If you hyenas dare to touch that door again, give it a try. !”

 “Wow~”

Geralt and Lann, one exclaimed and the other whistled.

It's not a big deal for everyone to watch the fun.

 But Dandelion froze at the door. Apparently, the "gift from the alchemist master" mentioned by the voice in the door made him feel guilty.

The hand that was frozen in mid-air did not dare to knock any more. Dandelion could only clear his throat and speak cautiously.

"Xia, Xia Ni! Don't be scary, it's me, Dandelion."

 The people inside the door obviously recognized that this was indeed the poet's voice. After a brief moment of silence, the thin wooden door opened with a crash.

This movement startled Dandelion. It actually made him jump back.

"No! What? You opened the door so violently? Are you not afraid of the person behind the door?"

Dandelion held his head in fear, but after waiting for a while and realizing that nothing happened, he stammered and spoke to the door.

 “Don't be stupid, 'Senior'.” The female voice inside the door responded to him, but her tone was teasing and teasing. "There is no 'gift'. What else can I do if I don't say that? Let the gangsters who collect debts kick open this leaky door?"

“I think you are too afraid of Master Kalkestan?”

 “That's nonsense!” Dandelion, who understood that it was a false alarm, immediately became bolder again, and he retorted righteously. "A great poet has seen more storms than you have seen plays!"

"That's a pity. I have no interest in dialogue dramas, and I have only watched three or four shows."

 Dandelion, who had always been articulate and even made a living from it, opened his mouth for a rare moment, but could not say anything else.

He turned sideways and made way for the door to the people behind him in a gesture of introduction.

At this time, Lan En and the others saw what the girl who had just made Dandelion unable to get off the stage looked like.

 Sleek red short hair, slightly lighter than Tris, but still enough to show vitality.

 She is slender and tall, wearing a small green vest. She is not a plump and mature type, but she is still very beautiful.

Moreover, the figure matches the face, revealing the intelligence and slenderness of a scholar.

"what is this?"

Shani stood leaning against the door frame. It seemed that she had no intention of inviting anyone directly into the house.

 Her eyes flicked to Dandelion.

“Your matchmaking business was messed up, and now you're going to cause trouble?”

 “Hey, you know I'm not that kind of person!”

Dandelion said angrily.

Shani smiled at this and then opened the door.

Lan En chuckled as he passed Dandelion: "Senior?"

 The poet's old face suddenly turned red.

Obviously, most of his good relationship with Shani lies in their ability to quarrel with each other and it is difficult to decide the winner.

 Dandelion may seem indifferent, but in fact he has a degree in seven liberal arts from Ossenfurt University, and his logic and thinking skills are quite good.

Just being able to argue with him is something that only a few educated people in the world can do.

 To fight so hard, you need to have a smart mind.

The wooden house is not big, so when everyone walks in, it looks even more cramped.

Lan even had to lower his head and bend over to get in.

However, the wooden house is very different from ordinary village houses.

It is filled with the smell of mixed herbs and alchemical raw materials, and there are also some sturdy and durable alchemical utensils placed in a cramped manner.

 For example, a condenser made of metal.

A large pile of various equipment was piled in the corner of the room, and a man who had never cared much about the outside world was squatting on the ground in front of the pile of equipment.

 After hearing many people coming in, he just waved his hands without looking back.

Hinted Shani to handle it herself.

This wooden house has a total of two rooms, one is occupied by a pile of equipment, and the other is just two beds made of wooden boards and straw on the ground, covered with two sheets.

It is unimaginable that a female college student and an alchemy master live in such a place.

This kind of environment is basically at the level of village residents in the wild, and it is not even good in this village.

However, Shani was not secretive about this, nor did she feel embarrassed.

 “If you don't mind, please sit down.”

 She stretched out her hand to everyone in a generous manner, pointing to the two beds.

“Please understand that although Master Kalkestan still has a lot of money, under the current circumstances, it is better not to spend this money.”

“After all, I can't control anything, so it's best not to improve my living situation now.”

 After speaking, her eyes under her short red hair and bangs scanned several people with interest.

“Dandelion, you haven't introduced me yet. Isn't this really a debt collection?”

 “What are you talking about?” The poet curled his lips, but still stood up and acted as an intermediary to introduce the two parties to each other.

“These two are witchers, hunters who specialize in hunting monsters. This is Triss Merigold of Maribor, the royal advisor of Temeria and a famous sorceress.”

“Look at this battle, tell me which debt collector can recruit this group of people?”

 (End of this chapter)

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