Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1003 985. Villa

"Kalkistan?"

Lan En repeated the name with slight surprise, and put the raised spoon back into the soup bowl.

"Are you talking about Kalkstan of Vizima?"

Triss, who was beside Lan En, was also a little surprised. Considering that she had been serving as Temeria's royal advisor in Vizima, she might be familiar with this person.

"Exactly this person." Dandelion responded confidently and contentedly.

"I am very good at remembering people's names that are difficult to pronounce, and I am very different from ordinary poets who stumble over the whole scene before a performance. Adalbertus Aloysius Kalkostan."

"The alchemist's full name fits my memory perfectly."

"That is indeed a powerful alchemist."

Lann no longer doubted this, and acknowledged Dandelion's previous assessment.

This alchemist named Kalkostan is not only well-known in Vizima, but his published works can even be seen in Aretuza's classroom.

Master alchemist, chemist, scientist, diviner, runesmith, sorcerer.

Can be called a genius.

Lan En once studied his book "Making Inanimate Matter Move" and gained a lot.

"How did he come to Novigrad?"

Lan En asked doubtfully.

At the same time, he was not used to having someone sitting next to him who just looked at him while he was eating, so he subconsciously pushed his fried fish closer to Tris.

The sorceress who just said she had 'eaten' naturally ate it as if she were eating snacks at her own dining table.

Dandelion raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched this scene, but he still explained smoothly.

"Where do you think this is, dear Lane?"

"If an alchemist needs strange instruments and materials, where else can he go but here?"

"Whatever you want, you can find it in Novigrad. Serikanian spices? There are plenty of them here. Swords forged in ancient dwarven forges, or Valyrian steel swords reforged using ancient techniques. ? It’s all on the shelf. Toussaint wine? Just name it and it’s from there.”

"You can have whatever you want, as long as you have money, and plenty of money."

"My schoolmate said that Kalkstein was originally attending a seminar on fire and earth fortune tellers in Ossenfurt. After the meeting, he was temporarily inspired and changed his route to Novigrad to purchase things."

"Then his stay in Novigrad is destined to be short."

Lan En said decisively.

"That's right." Dandelion simply admitted this, "But Dudu intends to make progress in alchemy products, and I have a way to meet a master alchemist, so why not help him? ?”

"Okay, got it."

Geralt, who was sitting next to Dandelion, pinched his forehead and said.

"It seems that we have to find the alchemist first to understand the situation. Damn, I want to go back for vacation, why is this another mission?"

"Help people to the end, Geralt."

Lan En spread his hands and smiled, and Geralt could only nod helplessly.

——

By the time they came out of the private room of the Spear Cave Tavern, it was already afternoon and dusk.

The fishing boats on the Novigrad harbor began to return to the port one after another, the loaders and unloaders began the last wave of peak work, and the workers responsible for repairing the temple or other things began to pour into the streets after the work was completed. 's tavern.

They used their hard work for a day in exchange for a day's worth of cheap drinks and rough food prepared by the tavern owners.

This is how the city works.

The group parted at the Patriarch's Square in the center of Novigrad.

The Patriarch's Square is undoubtedly the center of Novigrad, except for the Temple Island occupied by the Eternal Fire Cult.

It is the center of Novigrad faith.

The Patriarch's Square is a large square where every inch of land is paved with stone paved roads.

Many profitable shops are located here.

The dwarf Vivaldi family owns a bank, a high-end blacksmith shop, a herbal shop, and even a bookstore.

These scattered shops all have serious storefronts. They do business within whitewashed stone walls and glass windows. They are stylish and can protect the boss and customers from the wind and rain.

In this square, even a roadside vegetable stall looks cleaner and tidier than the stalls in other markets in Novigrad.

There is no doubt that this is a wealthy area.

Even the beggars begging here must be powerful among beggars.

Lan En sat on Qilin's back, with a flannel ball in his arms, and Triss sitting sideways on his back.

Walking with two old guys, Dandelion and Geralt, he was riding a horse and the other two were walking on the ground. It didn't matter. After all, men didn't pay much attention to details.

But when he was with Triss, Lan En paid more attention.

You can't let the sorceress walk on the ground while he rides behind, right?

"Huchi~"

Under the mask of the magic harness, eyes like unicorn red crystals were wandering around.

The densely populated city seems to be quite novel to it.

"Turn right ahead."

Lan En felt a gentle tap on his back, so he slightly pulled the mane on the back of Qilin's neck.

The sound of horse hooves trampling on the stone road is clear and sweet.

"Hey~"

After turning the corner, Lan En looked at the villa in front of him and couldn't help but whistle.

"It looks good."

"If it wasn't 'good', I wouldn't take it out to entertain you."

Triss jumped sideways from behind Lan En and stepped forward to open the door of the villa.

It was a double wooden door. After opening, there was a small rectangular courtyard.

There are several trees planted inside and there is even a small marble fountain.

On the side of the courtyard is a four-story building.

The courtyard and the small building combined are the villa Tris purchased in Novigrad.

Lan En also jumped off Qilin's back, and Gu Long now stretched his head into the small fountain to drink water.

The flannel ball jumped up to the head of the little angel sculpture on the top of the fountain.

"How much did you pay for this place?"

Seeing that the two guys didn't have to take care of themselves, Lan immediately followed Triss into the small building.

The walls and frame of this small building are made of stone bricks, but the internal floor structure and furniture are all made of wood.

So when Lan En stepped in, his weight made the flat and expensive wooden floor squeak.

"Don't ask this question as if you really care about how much money you have."

After Triss entered the door, she tore off her hunting jacket as if no one else was watching, leaving only the shirt underneath.

And the shirt was so thin that light could shine through.

She walked to the cabinet on the first floor and took out an opened bottle of wine and two glasses.

Triss smiled and handed Lan En a cup.

"If you really care about money, everyone will find things about you much easier to handle."

Triss was one of the first sorceresses to understand Lan En.

At that time, this unknown young demon hunter had already shown her his philosophy of life.

He doesn't care about money or enjoyment, those things are far from important to him.

But precisely because of this, he became important and charming in Triss's eyes.

The night is getting darker, and it sounds like El Cat and Cologne are playing with each other outside.

Indoors, Triss waved her hand, and the dim and ambiguous candlelight filled all the floors.

She could have used magic to get good lighting, but she knew better.

Sometimes warm, dark light is much better than clear, bright light.

"Don't be so careful. Rita gave me your current height and weight. I have changed the furniture here. They can definitely withstand it."

Triss sat at one end of the cashmere-covered bench, one hand resting on the back of the bench, and the other hand holding a wine glass on her lap.

She patted the seat next to her, indicating that Lan En could sit down safely.

The witcher scratched his head numbly. Why did he feel that the girls' eyes were shining?

In the 'anxious' atmosphere, Lan En did not ask why Rita gave her her body data.

Of course, the biological brain, which never misses details, noticed this. But Mentos is now watching the fun, and he will definitely not let it slip.

Lan En walked over on the creaking wooden floor and sat down on the bench carefully.

His size didn't allow him to be too far away from Triss, because the chair really didn't have that much room.

"Souden Mountain Triple Mead, it is said that honey is added three times during the brewing process."

Lan En sat down and took a sip of the liquid reflecting the candlelight in the glass.

The origin of this wine and the story that happened in that origin made Lan En feel a little distracted.

Triss no longer looked as 'aggressive' as before. Instead, she just held up the wine glass and looked at the blurry figure opposite through the refraction of the liquid and glass.

"That was a great victory," Triss said.

"No, that was a victory that came after experiencing sad pain." Lan En said.

As the one being refuted, Triss showed a more cheerful smile after a period of silence.

"You know what." She suddenly took a sip of the sweet liquor in her glass and said with a smile.

"During that burn, I could only get pleasure from contact with you to resist the pain that was worse than death after the burn."

"The pain of burns is beyond words, whether it is burning or after burning. At that time, I was thinking: It hurts too much, it really hurts. And the comfort that contact with you can bring is never enough. In such a situation When you are in pain, no comfort will be enough.”

"I even wished I could melt into your arms, like a dying sapling, absorbing all the water from your body."

Lan En circled his fingers back and forth on the rim of the glass, lowering his head and saying nothing.

“But I don’t know whether it’s something to be thankful for or sad about.”

Triss held the wine glass and still looked at the man sitting next to her through the refraction of liquid and glass with blurred vision.

"The way I looked burned all over my body made me feel ugly, so at that time it was my inferiority complex that controlled me: I don't want to think about what it would be like to sleep with you."