MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 798 780 Wild Hunt

Chapter 798 780. Wild Hunt

 “What are you talking about? How is this possible in summer?!”

Berengar refuted the woman's words based on his own experience and knowledge, but soon, the pupils in his own cat eyes suddenly shrank uncontrollably.

 On the road outside this small hotel, a large group of cavalry seemed to appear out of thin air.

Heavy and unusually erratic horse hooves trampled the muddy roads in Willen's countryside. As the sound of horse hooves came, the sound of rainwater being frozen into ice peas and smashing down became more and more urgent.

[Wild Hunt] looks like a group of ghost knights riding skeleton horses. Under the leadership of the King of the Wild Hunt, they ride through the night sky in groups, accompanied by lightning, thunder, and ghostly howls. and nightmares.

Lan has never come face to face with this famous magical phenomenon.

 Yes, before today, Lan En always felt that the so-called "Wild Hunt" should be a magical phenomenon. Or they are victims of some large curse that has existed since ancient times.

In folklore, wild hunts are ominous omens, foretelling the coming of war and other disasters.

able-bodied people would be abducted in their processions, only to be found later as soulless husks.

 But today, [Wild Hunt] clearly demonstrated their strong purpose.

 “I don’t remember us meeting before, ma’am.”

His huge body cast an even bigger shadow under the light. It was another sense of oppression that was different from the wild hunting outside the house.

But the woman who was being questioned by him in a rude tone didn't seem to care about this sense of oppression at all, and she didn't think Lan En would do anything to her.

 Soon, the nagging of the biological brain was forcibly pushed back by the subject.

"But you know in your heart that this is not possible, sir." Mentos responded to his subject methodically, his tone as elegant as ever. "I never leave anything out."

But Lann didn't remember, not even Mentos.

She still chuckled and backed away: "Actually, you have recognized me, haven't you?"

 Aiming at an incomprehensible woman’s purpose!

"I have to go."

 But for this reason, when it is in a strange mood, it is particularly irritating. This situation was completely unexpected when Lan En set the tone for it.

The beautiful woman with gray-haired eyes stared at the door of the hotel, as if the wooden door with uneven splices and gaps could provide her with an illusory sense of security.

Mentos's tone of voice was the same as before, and he sounded like a British butler with a strong sense of style.

The woman paused, and then continued: "I really didn't expect that one day the word 'impossible' would come out of your mouth."

The witcher's necklace shook more and more violently. Lan gently shook his head and slowly stood up from the bench.

"Sir." The voice of the biological brain sounded faintly in Lan En's mind, "You didn't really find any way to shut me down, did you? I think she seems to be really sincere."

 So now the young witcher feels that his teeth are hurting from anger.

The young demon hunter did not respond directly, and still kept a straight face: "But this is impossible! She will only be fourteen years old until her birthday this year, but what about you?"

“I asked you if you were derelict in your duties! If you tell me you don’t know something that I can’t remember, then what do you do for food?!”

 Lann's attention returned to the outside of his mind.

"Help me stop them, my sergeant. Just as you have protected me before, just as you promised me."

 Her tone is natural, honest and trusting. It was as if Lan En had really promised her.

 At the same time, her tall legs wearing high-heeled leather boots began to retreat.

 She smiled happily.

“It seems that arriving earlier can lead to a lot of unexpected fun. Now I have successfully seen the side of you that you didn’t show me.”

"But it's a pity that I don't have much time left. Otherwise, I really want to stay in the room with you for a week without even leaving the door." The strange woman's words did not change Lan En's expression. The sorceress' tolerance for pornographic jokes has been greatly improved, and the guy in front of her is not very good at it.

After finishing speaking, the tall woman with mouse-gray hair had already retreated to the counter.

 She turned around and patted the alert Berengar on the shoulder.

 “Remember to bring me a gift, Master.”

 The old demon hunter was confused: "What do you mean? We haven't seen it yet!"

The woman did not explain, but took out a few more silver coins from her pocket and threw them on the counter.

Regardless of whether the frightened hotel owner caught him or not, he reached out and picked a washed and peeled dried fish, a whole chicken, and a few hanging garlic and onions from the wall.

 With a deft turn, he climbed out of the small window on the back side of the hotel.

The dog outside the window thought it was another delicious leftover, but then he screamed in surprise because a person jumped over to him alive.

 Her body was very light, which amazed Berengar.

 After all, although this woman only wore some light leather armor and mail armor, she still weighed more than ten or twenty kilograms, which affected her sensitivity.

 It is rare for ordinary people to be able to make such light movements under such clothes.

 In fact, among witchers, it is estimated that only those from the cat school can do it.

But Berengar was only surprised, and Lan frowned when the woman made a move to escape through the window.

Those techniques and breathing look so familiar!

 But now there is no time to dwell on this woman’s problem.

Outside this small hotel, the soul-stirring hoofbeats of the Ghost Cavalry are extremely close!

Lan En turned his head in the direction of the sound of horse hooves and walked towards the hotel door.

　　He pulled down his hood, and his molten silver-like hair slanted down from inside. Together with his eerily handsome appearance, it almost brightened up this dim little hotel.

 The breaths of the hotel owner and the two tables of guests were also stagnant.

“Hey, that’s [Wild Hunt], you’ve never dealt with anything like this.”

Berengar leaned close to Lan and whispered.

“That weird woman really knows you? Even if she does, there’s no need to confront the Wild Hunt, right?”

"No, we don't know each other." Lan En shook his head, "But if it's really like what I guessed"

 Lan En did not finish speaking, but his brows furrowed deeper.

"Anyway, let's help her block this for a while."

 The young witcher unbuckled the cloak around his neck.

He carried the heavy and wide hooded cloak to Berengar.

By the way, Lan En also put his hand on Berengar's shoulder, pushing the old demon hunter who wanted to be with him on the edge of the counter.

“I don’t believe in your fighting ability, just don’t cause trouble for me, Master.”

 The last ‘master’ was obviously sarcastic, but Berengar had already been ‘ridiculed’ by Lan about his combat prowess when he first met Lan.

 So at this time, I curled my lips and did not argue.

 (End of this chapter)