Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1612 1584. Happy

After I came back, I met with my friends and had a meal, and I roughly learned about the changes and situations over the past period of time.

It was almost late at night.

Even if the business is so good that it is like Yinlu Tavern, it becomes much quieter late at night.

In addition to the original private room, you can also hear the sound of drunkards and diners shouting loudly.

The man from the Skellij Islands roared and the bard sang in the corner of the hall, waiting for a reward.

The waitresses in the tavern were packing back and forth at the table with wine and sauce, occasionally chatting and laughing with bold guests, and if they were interested, they could negotiate a business tonight.

Because it is partitioned by the door, the noise in the hall has always been a kind of dull background sound that will not disturb the inside.

But once the door is opened, the noisy and lively atmosphere will come in in an instant.

And at this time, even the sound outside the door faded.

The shouts of Skelligers also turned into the murmur of a big tongue after being drunk. The bards played the Rutch one after another, but no longer wanted to speak and silence.

The witch hunters drank very happily. After all, the regular guard work now does not have a holiday to relax.

So in order to make it more enjoyable, Gede stolenly pulled out a bottle of [higher white honey] from Lan En's bag.

The small potion bottle poured into the large bottle of rye vodka, and then shook it evenly.

This cup of rye vodka that has already brought ‘poison’ is no longer something that normal people can bear.

Of course, it was Lan En who asked Gued to use his potions to reserve. Eighty percent of the time I had to hold the bottle and jump out, "Why would you better drink it?"

The witch hunters can therefore also enjoy the charming dizziness and relaxation brought by drunkenness.

"I want me to tell you! Geralt shouldn't have reunited with that sorcerer! What's the result? He's suffering and burdened!"

Acekel held a glass of wine and complained about his tangled emotional life as close as his brothers.

"Isn't it good to be an ordinary witch hunter? You don't hunt dragons, you don't call your brothers and brothers to the kings, and you don't sleep with sorcerers! Like me!"

It seems that no matter how rigorous and good-tempered people are, they will be a little difficult to control themselves after being drunk.

Lan En leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the friends opposite him.

Tishaya and Margarita did not think Askell's words were too offensive.

After all, Yennefa's personality is often complained about among sorcerers.

When Geralt left Aritusa last time, his injuries were so serious that it almost made people think he couldn't survive.

In other words, Lan En took action to rescue him, otherwise even if he survived, he would have to be disabled.

"The point is not the sorcerer, Acekel." Lan En whispered with a smile, "Look at how Yennfa and Geralt get along. Even if Yenfa does not have that chaotic magic, they will definitely torture each other, but they cannot separate from each other."

"The identity of a sorcerer is just a footnote to Yennefa. She is a complex and multi-faceted, living person. In fact, every sorcerer is a living person, isn't it?"

"No! What you said is wrong!" Askell muttered in disbelief, but his mind, which was already blurred by alcohol, was only stubborn, but he couldn't figure out the logic.

So I could only continue to mumble around the car.

Margarita didn't think Askell's complaints were offending her. She was now supporting her elbows on the table, her back of her hands, and she looked at Lan Eun with her head tilted.

When people want to get drunk, don’t look at the low level of red wine, grape juice can make people 'dry'.

"Okay." The old witch hunter just looked at Margarita's eyes from the side, then consciously moved the chair back, stood up and greeted, "Ged, Acekel, it's time for us to leave. It's already relaxed enough today."

"For the sake of the gods, leave some time for those in need."

The old witch hunter who was pushing and shoving and drinking didn't have much drink, dragged the Bear School and the Wolf School and walked out.

Tishaya tidied the lace on her sleeves to keep them symmetrical in the left and right lengths, and then stood up dignifiedly.

"Please come with me, Master Abe." Earlier, Lan Eun explained the order of the Eastern name to them, "I will arrange a rest for you in Sinnied Island."

Tishaya showed respect and welcome to the caster who communicated outside.

Language barriers actually do not exist in front of sorcerers, after all, their telepathic ability is almost instinctive.

But if they rashly link to external spell casters, they may offend or arouse hostility. They have only communicated in more stable language before.

Abe Harumaki followed along with the corner of his complex Onmyoji robe and followed Tishaya out.

Tishaya didn't say what the arrangements were for those who stayed and didn't move, and Abe Seimei just smiled and didn't ask.

It was not until the end that the Onmyoji squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox to greet Lan En.

"The spring night is short, Your Highness."

Only Lan En could understand his Japanese presence, but the meaning contained in his cramped smile was universal beyond language.

After everyone left, the leftovers of the banquet were spread on the table, and the atmosphere was immersed in wonderful silence.

"So." After a few breaths, Cassandra tilted her head and asked as if she was asking for advice, breaking the silence. "Can I F**K him?"

"Puff!" Lan En, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help laughing. Margarita was very novel and even looked at Cassandra with a little helplessness.

"Wait! Wait! You mean here?"

The sorcerer looked at the messy desktop.

This is a private room specially opened for the Yinlu Tavern to hold banquets, not a room with a bed and a bathtub.

"It's a little oily, but it's just right." Cassandra shrugged. "Oil can increase the interest, and we can make everything messy. If you're tired of playing, you can grab something to eat and drink."

"To be honest." Kassandra looked at Lan Eun with sharp and urgent appearance, like a hungry lioness. "I want to swallow it with him with the food."

The sorcerer, who has always been unrestrained and disobeyed the public's opinions in social comments, turned his eyes back and forth between Kassandra and Lane.

"Does she and her play like this?"

Margarita turned her head and asked Lan Eun a little stuttering.

The sorcerer has seen a flower-playing game, but strictly speaking, Cassandra is not surprising to her. But she didn't expect that there were people who were not worse than the sorcerer.

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"Strictly speaking," Lan En was already laughing happily, "It's also the norm over there, haha."

Refer to the unrestrained behavior of the ancient Greek era that belonged to the early stages of civilization, or directly refer to the chaotic life of Alsibaldis, a famous beautiful boy in Athens.

Lan En was not surprised.

"Forget it at the dining table, I don't want to play this today. But."

Margarita pinched her forehead, then turned her eyes and smiled playfully.

"This tavern has built a hot spring bath below."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Cassandra cheered, took two more bottles of wine from the table, kicked the door open and walked out.

The bathtub, which had been bagged by Margarita, has been arranged.

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When Margarita opened her eyes again in a daze, she still didn't know what time it was.

The bathhouse in Yinlu Tavern is built underground, and of course there is no light.

She was so happy and satisfied in her lover's arms last night that she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Only leave a vague impression, those turbulent splashes, beautiful body

She looked around and realized that she should be in the dressing room built in the mezzanine between the bathhouse and the tavern floor.

It should have been taken up after falling asleep in a daze last night. The bathhouse was wet and warm, but although her body was also immersed in the magic of chaos, she was still not very good and sleeping in that environment for a night without any preparation.

Margarita stood up and felt comfortable physically and mentally.

She was too lazy to put even a bath towel on her body, so she opened the door and walked towards the bathhouse under the locker room.

The beautiful and graceful body followed the steps without any trace.

She has booked this place for several days, so she doesn't worry about anyone else coming in.

Rosemary swelled with the scent of moisture, and Margarita stroked the golden, wet hair that was pressed against her forehead to the back of her ears.

She heard the sound of waves in the pool.

At first she was a little confused, but then she remembered some scenes from last night.

It wasn't just the two of them last night.

When Margarita walked down the steps, she happened to see Cassandra, who was sitting by the pool, also wearing nothing, eating an apple.

She looks bold and unrestrained.

To be honest, Margarita raised her eyebrows and looked at her with a feminine beauty and a healthy and strong body.

Similarly, Cassandra by the pool also looked at Margarita with a stunning and enjoyable look.

"I just went up and got breakfast. Do you want some?"

Kassandra pointed to the plate beside the pool.

On top is a bottle of red wine and a portion of red vegetable soup, served with bread and fruit.

"Hey, don't look at me with that look. I won't run out naked. The wrapped towel has just been thrown away by me. Please, beauty, I'm just a little unrestrained in sex, not a slut."

The hawk trainer smiled at the sorcerer and blinked.

“Didn’t we all enjoy each other last night?”

"It's true." Margarita could not deny the joy of last night. Amid the sound of water, she also stepped into the bathhouse and sat directly opposite Cassandra.

The hot and hot water vapor drifted between the two.

"But after going to bed, I think we'll have to talk first."