Bear School Astartes Chapter 552 - 554. Return to Gos Velen

Chapter 552: 554. Return to Gos Velen

Now that the skeletal enhancents are nearing completion, Bopai can hardly carry Lann forward, no matter how well he’s taken care of.

It is a warhorse chosen and selectively bred, specifically trained, not a pack horse ant for carrying heavy loads or performing physical labor.

So even if it ant saving ti, to spare Bopai from bearing the burden, Lann chose river travel.

He stood at the edge of the passenger ship, the crowded people automatically leaving a gap around him.

A two-ter-six hooded man, this physique is truly intimidating and extraordinary.

Even if the lips under his hood remain thin and elegant, and the silver hair falling from his face is exquisite and dazzling.

Yet those few ladies who were attracted by half his facial features mostly returned to their senses before his towering figure.

"That’s a giant! Maybe he awakened from a crack in the ground!"

A male rchant with a soft cloth flat cap adamantly whispered.

Beside him, a lady with a child slightly counterargued.

"Giants are ugly! He’s not ugly... at most he’s a half-giant!"

"You only saw half a face and already know he’s not ugly?"

"It’s because of that half face that I dare say he’s not ugly!"

The voices of people were like mosquitoes buzzing around the ears, mostly surrounding the most conspicuous person on the ship.

In the crowd of ordinary people, from the chest up, Lann abruptly stood out among the sea of hats and hair of various colors.

After receiving news of the war breaking out from barkeeper Gatis, Lann was indeed tense for a while.

He had a good relationship with Ciri, Queen Calanthe had sought his help, and Geralt was already sowhat his friend.

These people all have close connections to this war, so Lann couldn’t help but worry.

But as ti passed, he cald down once more.

Firstly, Gatis was just a barkeeper in a village outside Vizima; the news he received must not be firsthand and certainly had many errors and embellishnts.

Suppose the situation wasn’t that bad?

Lann greatly hoped his conjecture was correct.

Secondly, Lann had seen many grand scenes already.

One must calm down first before executing tasks to grasp the subsequent actions’ trajectory. This was his experience.

After a long voyage, the river passenger ship finally arrived at a station within Velen, not far from Gos Velen.

Lann led Bopai off the ship at the deck’s center; this once tall and mighty Codwin bloodline warhorse now looked like a small donkey beside him.

There was a nearby village called Hilendom, more specifically, it was just a farm.

Run by a half-elf family. The reason Hofier family established the farm here was to supply goods exclusively for Gos Velen.

Lann led Bopai to the farm, knocked on the door of the Hofier family, and rented a horse and the equipnt to pull the carriage from them.

He planned on using two horses to pull the carriage with him aboard, so the horses could withstand it.

"Who might you be...?"

As the door opened, Lann had to lower his head at an angle even lower than usual when looking at ordinary people to communicate with him.

The height of the half-elf is similar to a dwarf, but they do not grow thick beards or muscular builds, only their feet are astonishingly large and sturdy enough not to need shoes, with dense hair on the tops of feet and hands.

The half-elf asking was Bernie Hofier, the farm owner of this estate. As he asked, one hand remained hidden behind the door, through posture, Lann judged there might be a throwing knife or dagger in that hand.

Half-elves are naturally skilled in throwing, using such weapons is understandable.

But this cautious attitude... maybe it’s because Velen is closer to the war, making people here more tense.

But the atmosphere eased as Lann removed his hood to reveal his full face and first pulled out a glittering Oren coin.

Troublemakers co to rob, not pay for goods.

"Like I said...