Bear School Astartes-Chapter 88. Triss

The glow inside the Alchemy Pouch dissipated into nothingness.

Lann showed no sign of abnormality, directly pulling Bopai to the given address.

On horseback, Alia looked around with great curiosity.

"Wow! There are so many people here! Mister, is this the largest city in this world?"

The little girl asked the Demon Hunter enthusiastically.

But Lann knew nothing.

Counting Vizima right now, he had only been to two cities in this world.

But since someone called him "Mister," and he unpredictably didn’t want to lose face.

So he pretended to know it all.

"This isn’t big, the truly large one is a coastal port city, the World Capital—Novigrad. That’s where the dense population truly is."

Although based on casual chats with Philip, Margaret, and others, the permanent population in this "World Capital" was only about twenty to thirty thousand.

Total population was just sixty to seventy thousand.

Compared to his hometown world, it was like a town under a county.

But in this world, it was indeed a gigantic city.

The little girl exclaimed appropriately, "A city can hold that many people!"

Lann raised his eyebrows, it seemed that in Alia’s world, the civilization of cities wasn’t high either?

"Didn’t you say you were going to the capital with your King? What’s wrong, isn’t your capital better than Vizima?"

Alia restlessly tried various movements on the horse, speaking indifferently.

"We’re still on the road. I only remember Winterfell from my home, where you can’t see this many people."

Lann nodded in understanding.

Winterfell, it sounded cold.

"We’re here." After winding through the tangled private constructions, Lann looked up at this inconspicuous two-story building.

Thanks to Lann’s stature and the outline of his heavy armor, although there were many malicious gazes along the way, no one dared to really approach him.

He got off the horse with Alia, patting Bopai’s muzzle casually.

Such a robust horse, it surely had a hard time with all the twists and turns.

Just as he was about to knock on the wooden door with his studded leather gloves, Lann suddenly paused his hand.

Looking down, a few grains of dust in the door gap seemed to be blown by the wind into the room.

The Roaring Bear Head Necklace on his chest suddenly vibrated and then calmed.

"Opened a teleportation portal, yet no atmospheric tremor sound... Seems like an extra soundproof spell was cast."

Integrating intelligence and making a judgment in a very short time.

Lann’s gaze became slightly serious.

Two Royal Mage Consultants hiding a teleportation point in the slums to such a degree... Really like playing a palace intrigue drama?

"Sure enough, one can’t expect a country’s capital not to have complex power relationships."

But fortunately, he wasn’t planning to get involved, merely collecting a debt.

The old wooden door opened from the inside, and a beauty hardly matching the place appeared from the crack.

Her hair color fell between burgundy and chestnut, with deep blue eyes adorning her delicate face.

She wore tight-fitting leather clothes suitable for action, outlining a slender and elegant figure that was not as breathtaking as Margaret’s but more graceful and upright.

Like a cautious little deer, she stuck her head out from the crack, looking to the left and right of the alley. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Lann looked down at her calmly.

"Ten seconds from now a man carrying water buckets will pass by the left corner, and a vagrant chasing a dog will pass by the right corner... if that’s what you’re looking for."

The red-haired beauty looked up in surprise and, seeing the cat eyes under the hood, shyly smiled.

"Apologies, I managed to hide this property with difficulty, please come in quickly."

Lann shrugged, tied Bopai outside the door, and led Alia inside.

Everything seemed normal upon entering, the shabby interior decor matched the exterior of the building.

But when going upstairs...

"I’m Triss Merigold, just call me Triss."

The red-haired beauty extended her hand to Lann with a smile, showing she was accustomed to being the "icebreaker" in social interactions.

Lann straightforwardly took her hand.

"Lann from Sintra, you... Oh crap!"

As they were on the stairs, when Lann grabbed Triss’s hand, the Female Warlock seemed suddenly stimulated.

Her body tensed, rolling her eyes.

Looking like she was about to fall on the stairs.

But Lann’s reflexes were quick, as Triss started losing balance, he sensed she was impacted.

His hand that shook hers lifted, pulling the Female Warlock’s arm to let her lean on the stairs.

Then hurriedly pulling Alia back two steps.

The two stared at each other... This woman, she’s not trying to swindle!

Fortunately, the stimulus Triss received seemed brief.

After Lann let go, within seconds, a blushing Triss propped herself up.

She looked at Lann below the stairs in astonishment, her long legs struggled to stand.

The sensation just now... exhilarating!

"Triss, are you okay?"

Lann cautiously asked.

"I’m, I’m fine! No, nothing!"

The stunning Female Warlock’s words were incoherent, and while getting up, she sorted her not-disarrayed clothes to cover up something.

"It’s just, just a matter of magic, no problem! Let’s head upstairs."

With that, she hurriedly led the way up.

On the second floor, the decor revealed the Female Warlocks’ draconic nature.

Furniture was lavish, no matter how infrequent visitors were, fruits and drinks were in stock.

A slightly smaller blonde beauty than Triss lay sideways on the chaise.

The plunging neckline in that position revealed large swathes of white skin.

After surveying the room, Lann removed his hood.

And the moment the hood’s shadow vanished from his face, every woman present except Alia inhaled lightly in unison.

"Wow... oh!"

Under that face perpetually influenced by genetic seeds, even Triss’s exclamation became fragmented.

She stood not far from Lann, now in a side-glancing posture.

As Keira Metz, originally reclined on the sofa, came over with a flirtatious and eager smile, blushed, reaching out to Lann.

"Keira Metz, you may..."

But before Lann could respond to the courtesy, Triss intervened between the two, suppressing Keira’s outstretched hand.

"He’s Lann from Sintra, things are complicated now! Let’s skip the formalities!"

With that, she pushed Keira with one hand and gestured for Lann to sit with the other.

Though the reason was legitimate, the Demon Hunter felt this woman was a bit deliberate in pushing her companion.