Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 790 772. Persistence

Facing Lan En's question, Lincoln showed a feeling that was very different from that on the battlefield at that time.

They would follow Lan En into battle enthusiastically, but at the same time, they would sometimes be very independent and disobey Lan En.

"All of us believe that ordinary human bodies are too weak to follow your path."

Lincoln said calmly, his young face dared to look directly into Lan En's eyes.

"We need to be tougher!"

"The vast majority of witchers are no stronger than you."

Lan En's hands were crossed on the desk.

"I am special. You have followed me on the battlefield day and night, and you have also lived with two other demon hunters for a while. You should know this very well."

"Yes, we know very well." Lincoln replied without hesitation.

"But that doesn't change the fact that witchers are tougher than ordinary people. Those witchers may not even be able to beat us ordinary people in head-to-head combat, but that's just because they're not good enough. It's their own problem .”

"And we are the best, my lord. Even if we were not before, we are the best after what we have been through with you."

"And when we mutate, we become 'better'."

"From 'the best' to 'better'. Believe me, the gap is not as earth-shaking as you think."

Lan En shook his head.

"And the price is too heavy. Your family bloodline will be cut off, and you will endure seven days that are more painful than death. More importantly."

Lann raised his head and looked at Lincoln and the other people outside the tent who looked at him with burning eyes.

"The success rate of the Green Grass Trial is only 30% for the most malleable children. For adults, one achievement is pretty good."

"It's not worth it."

"Some of us feel it's not worth it, but some of us feel it's worth it." Lincoln said neither humble nor condescending. "We do not intend to force everyone to participate in the Green Grass Trial and respect everyone's decision."

"And the one who most persisted in carrying out the trials I thought you would wish to meet him."

Lincoln stepped aside, and a figure walked into the camp from behind him.

The man walked in, knelt down on one knee, and took off his helmet.

Lan En frowned and pursed his lips.

He recognized the man and whispered a name.

"Sir Lynn."

Stuart Lynn, son of Hackthor Lynn.

"Yes, my lord."

This young man with mixed brown and blond hair responded to Lan En calmly.

Just looking at him reminded Lan En of the mountain fire and the courage, sacrifice, ferocity and ugliness shown by humans in the mountain fire.

In that wildfire, the Linn father and his son endured the torture of the Nilfgaardians in their last moments.

Hakson's scepter, which came from a friend who had died for his country, was used as a torture tool by Adal Aip Darcy.

He used the all-steel scepter to smash half of Stewart's ribs, the decorative relief on the head of the scepter, and shaved off half of the young man's face.

But in the end, he still survived strong.

And before the Battle of Sodden Mountain started, Lan En entrusted Geralt and the others to take him to the north.

"I remember, I informed Geralt and asked him to take you to Arethusa. The Sorceress Academy will rescue you from death."

Lan En looked up and down at Stewart, this knight who was once ruthless and efficient in the refugee group, but ended up preparing to die with the refugees he led.

"Stand up, ser. I don't need anyone to kneel to me."

"But it has nothing to do with whether you need me to kneel down or not. This is just my gratitude."

Stewart seems to have contracted the 'bad habits' of the Ash Knights.

He did not stand up immediately after Lan En's words. Instead, he put his helmet in his elbow, put his other hand on his chest and bowed his head in salute.

"Thank you for not letting my father's efforts and sacrifices be in vain. Nor for letting the cries of those who have endured the suffering dissipate on the battlefield."

"That's all."

After saluting, Stewart stood up alone.

"And because of this gratitude, although I did not follow you in that epic war, I will still be your ever-loyal blade."

"In the presence of all gods, all blessings and curses, this is my oath, my lord."

Stewart looked at Lan En with a cold expression.

The witcher frowned, but in the end he could only shake his head and sigh.

"You have endured enough, why don't you take a rest? With your story, you are enough to live a stable and wealthy life in any northern country."

"Whether it's enough or not is up to me, sir."

Stewart put on his helmet again, covering half of his ferocious face.

"I didn't let the sorceresses mend this face because I was waiting for the Trial of Grass. Broken bones grow stronger when they heal, and torn muscles grow stronger when they grow."

"I've been waiting for the Trial of Green Grass to make me better."

"But if you are allowed to conduct the Green Grass Trial, whether it succeeds or fails, it will make the research on the mutation of demon hunters even more serious."

Lan En shook his head.

"give up."

Stewart remained calm.

"If this is your order, I will carry it out. But my mind will not change, my lord."

——

After reconnecting the command of the Ash Knights, Lan En left the camp.

The knights in the camp were also starting to pack their things and prepare to break camp.

The reason why they had been hanging around Goss Velen before was just to welcome back their commander as soon as possible.

Now that they have re-established contact with Lan En, under Lan En's order document, they will go to the official castle residence gifted by Foltest.

That castle is located in the southernmost part of Velen, and also in the southernmost part of Temeria.

But the key now is not the castle.

"Ah~~a bunch of disobedient bastards!"

Lan En pinched his head with a headache and complained dullly.

Beside him, Berengar, who also came out of the camp, was gloating and laughing.

Although Lan En knew that they would faithfully execute orders from these independent-minded guys, they would definitely not change their dedication to the tough physique of the demon hunters.

Most likely, in the next three days or so, he will be able to compile a bunch of reports about requesting the Green Grass Trial to increase his strength.

But what else can be done?

Can Lan En still kill them?

In the end, I only have a headache.

Looking at Berengar who was gloating next to him, Lan En's mouth twitched.

Immediately, he took out a huge and dark sword from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

【turbid current·destroy】.

As soon as Lan En put the sword on his shoulder, the roar of the huge air flow made Berengar couldn't help but turn his attention here.

At first glance, the master blacksmith was attracted by the rough and brutal sword.

But the second look.

"Fuck you! Who did you let touch my craftsmanship? Do you hear me? Fuck you!"

Berengar leaned towards the sword with red eyes.

The smile shifted on the witcher's face.