[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-120":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1619850,2087,"Chapter 120. Cleaning the floor or supporting","bear-school-astartes-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>\"I have no national sentiment for Temeria, Lord Earl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s address remained respectful, but his current action—clutching the Count’s face with one hand, dragging him like a dead dog—was a stark contrast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So whether you truly have exhausted yourself for this country, endured humiliation... I do not care at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count’s pampered body struggled fiercely, his thrashing feet scattered pebbles on the expensive cobblestone path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, none of these actions could slow Lann’s steps by even a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes peering out from between fingers seemed to understand where this path would lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Count Steza suddenly screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing?! Where are you taking me?! Damn you, mutant mongrel! You... ugh ahh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This path leads to the estate gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Count’s scream was cut off by the sudden increase in grip strength on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where to?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann questioned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path had reached its end, the estate gate stood before Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gate was wooden with iron edging, standing four meters tall, and ten centimeters thick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, when the Count went out, it would take two warriors all their strength just to push it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Lann opened the inner latch of the estate gate and pressed the Count’s head against the wooden and iron-plated door panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually, I thought what you said earlier made too much sense. One must have a spirit of contract. So, in this game...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are about to cross the boundary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeking through Lann’s fingers, Steza’s eyes bulged with terror, almost popping out of their sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! You can’t do this! I haven’t crossed... ugh ahh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one hand, Lann pushed the gate open. Amidst the creaking sound of the door opening, human screams were particularly piercing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann could distinctly feel the spherical structure of the bones in his hand reaching the verge of shattering... just like Count Steza’s psyche.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gate opened slowly, and the human screams grew increasingly loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when the opened gate revealed a sliver of light from the outside...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann, expressionless, announced the game’s verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, you have officially crossed the boundary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mongrel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand gripping Steza’s face slightly recoiled, then, after a brief buildup, slammed the head against the gate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation was like a ripe watermelon smashed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once elegantly dressed body in Lann’s hand now twitched with the residue of nerve signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann, carrying this ’thing’ in his hand, pushed the estate gate open with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the gate, nearly a hundred members of the security force, holding torches, stared dumbfounded at the Demon Hunter emerging from the renowned estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security force commander felt he must go pray before Meretelli tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the night, from the moment he saw fire erupting from Steza Manor, his heart felt as if it would leap from his chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t know the Count and the King are like fire and water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But who could have anticipated... there would be a move made in the city?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow of political conflict loomed over every commoner, although he was not exactly a commoner, as he held command over several hundred men in the security force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to the status of that person within the estate, he was merely a large ant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pleaded with countless lords to pass the message to the ear of Vizima’s mayor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then received the order, \"Go immediately to investigate the cause of the fire and calm the situation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security force commander stared at the small paper with the order and personal seal, exhausting his lifetime of political wisdom trying to discern its intricacies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he possessed such ability, why would he waste his life as a security force commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erring on the side of caution, he brought just under a hundred subordinates to the location of Steza Manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought to himself, anyone daring to make a move against the Count must be His Majesty the King.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, in all of Temeria, who else has the bloodline, inheritance rights, or strength to qualify?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mayor was the King’s man, so sending him to ’calm the situation’ likely meant the Count had already been dealt with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely there to clean up the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing too many men might cause those attacking the manor to confuse them for reinforcements for the Count; being killed on the spot would be fortunate! Worse yet, his family’s noble status could be affected!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, bringing fewer men was preferable yet enough to clean up properly, making close to a hundred hands suitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deputy commander of the security force was the Count’s man, whom he replaced with a trusted aide before this mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, though he had often received benefits from the Count before, the major situation was settled; he naturally sided with justice, which was the side of the victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander silently congratulated himself for his accurate judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon arriving at the estate’s gate, he realized the scene was somewhat different from what he imagined...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, anyone with battlefield knowledge would naturally understand what a tough target Steza Manor was upon seeing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a force were to besiege it, a thousand-man show of force would be indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, upon reaching here, the commander only heard screams, cries of alarm, and flames within the manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... where were the forces attacking the manor?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the estate, there wasn’t even a hint of resistance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Count Steza was so easy to deal with, why would he be a match for His Majesty the King?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was the commander confused, but also the subordinates he brought were equally bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander hesitated, unsure whether to go directly to the gate, as the manor was now silent, complete stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed clearly done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, a subordinate tugged at the edge of his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander turned impatiently, then followed the subordinate’s anxious, fearful gaze downwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes suddenly widened in shock as he swiftly lifted his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lifted foot caused a \"splashing\" sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a layer of blood, already reaching the soles of his boots!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spilled from the gap in the estate gate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander’s action drew the attention of his subordinates to the blood flow at their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location of the estate was the most brightly lit area in the trade district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the soldiers felt as though they were in the Temple District in the dead of night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows were encroaching upon the light, and within that darkness, tangible and intangible monsters hungered and thirsted...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The troops were unsettled by unstoppable agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the present situation defied the common sense of everyone here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the tense commotion, the estate gate made a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hefty figure, dragging a... ’person’? Walked out alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you here for him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping through the blood, that person with glowing eyes calmly approached the security force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wave of the hand, the object resembling ornate clothing—mired— landed at the foot of the security force commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lifeless eye squeezed from its socket stared directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you here to clean up, or as reinforcements?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure tossing the corpse quirked his head in inquiry, as he reached for the sword handle behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was long before the commander realized this was the massively powerful Lord Earl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively reached for his sword and ordered his men to charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before his hand touched the sword at his waist, four hands reached out from both sides and firmly grasped his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two subordinates beside him used a tone like frightened children, stammering in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, sir! He is alone... alone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typically, this statement was followed by \"Don’t be afraid, let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, even a fool knew that was far from this soldier’s intended message.\u003C\u002Fp>",1303,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.941Z",1,"novelbin.me","560251cd0912afbd75a128995f2ef850553be031b8b75b706903d775847b4d96","bear-school-astartes-chapter-121","bear-school-astartes-chapter-119",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]