[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-5":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},1620044,2087,"Chapter 5. Attack!","bear-school-astartes-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>\"Crunch\", with a chilling gleam, the silver sword severed the last demon’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded strongman, expressionless, meticulously cleaned the filth off the sword with an oiled cloth, and then with a \"swish\", sheathed it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters lurking within the magic fog had been entirely wiped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This task had proceeded just as Bordeaux had anticipated: effortless, easy... and economical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventeen demons, if he had faced them head-on. Even with the Bear School armor, it wouldn’t hold against the hordes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the best scenario, he would have suffered some minor injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repairing the armor would cost at least thirty Oren, the silver sword’s blade wear another ten Oren, and drinking magic potions or applying sword oils added to the expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make money as a Demon Hunter, one must calculate costs carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his luck had been good recently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tightening the armor clasps that had loosened slightly during movement, Bordeaux’s cat-like eyes lifelessly looked at his \"apprentice\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now supported himself with the worn-out Velen Longsword, gasping for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adjust your breathing,\" Bordeaux commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our emotions are erased during mutation, so we don’t fear. But the body’s crisis instincts will still erupt: adrenaline surges, energy outbursts, these are normal phenomena. Just adjust breathing, and our bodies can swiftly recover.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s head hung low, hardly sweating, but in the unseen shadows, he was slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of those rare moments of common knowledge imparted by his \"mentor\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, Bordeaux focused solely on enhancing his \"apprentice’s\" combat capabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, this time, Lann had saved him quite a bit of money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann analyzed internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he wiped sweat from his forehead with his hand, raising his head again, he resumed wearing that icy expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like most in this school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acknowledged the mentor’s guidance, and adjusted his already steady breathing to be more noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, instinctively, he drew the hunting dagger and began to cut off the demons’ ears as task evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bordeaux, meanwhile, utilized his knowledge to strip more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowledge he hadn’t shared with Lann, nor showed any intention to teach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This fog wasn’t created by a Fog Demon, nor is it related to the demons. Have we completed the village’s commission?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a \"slash\", Lann cut off a long demon ear, its foul-smelling blood spattered on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village’s commission was essentially aimed at reharvesting valuable mushrooms, yet the cause of the magic fog hadn’t even been elucidated, let alone dispelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters were gone, but this fog itself was toxic to ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s none of our business,\" Bordeaux said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The corpses are our proof of claiming payment. Now, there are no monsters in this fog, we’ve done our part, time to collect our fee. Fair trade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Lann’s Longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your swordsmanship is pitiful; you can’t even hold a sword properly. And stabbing the demons’ stomachs is a joke even farmers know — it barely impedes their retaliation before blood loss affects them. Lucky for you, the second one placed its head on your sword point, letting you confront a monster hindered by another corpse, or else your hand would have been torn apart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll give you another sword, but you owe me ten Oren.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Oren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Bear School silver sword’s plating had been worn off halfway, the repair cost would be just ten Oren!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Lann would receive merely another cheap Velen Longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which usually sells for two to three Oren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s face showed no complaint, calmly accepting this transaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Counting the mutation potion expense, he actually owed his mentor over four hundred Oren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This debt was precisely why Bordeaux retained him as a \"pathfinder\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Lann consented or not? That’s irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann knew, if he continued following Bordeaux, he’d face not only monster and task risks, but also being shackled by debt for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demon Hunters live long, with physical decline due to age being rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Bordeaux’s debt might burden Lann for centuries!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody enjoys being in debt, especially not Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustling meat cuts and throbbing blood-letting sounds persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monster blood’s stench spread far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bordeaux had already harvested all valuable alchemical materials from the demons, including claws, liver, heart, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his apprentice unusually hadn’t even finished ear-cutting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clattering noise was incessant, aggravating the Demon Hunter’s sensitive senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you dawdling about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man asked emotionlessly, disliking wasting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ve been in the fog for over twenty minutes, and even with the Demon Hunter’s toxin resistance, their breathing felt like burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann, back turned to him, seemed still engrossed with whatever he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m trying to secure the sword guard... In Velen, I can’t be without a weapon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s a perfectly reasonable statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dares step out weaponless here; that’s asking for trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Bordeaux cared not for rationality, his voice turned colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said, I’ll give you one. Now, move immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The busybacked figure paused, then nodded reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Lann, who wasn’t fixing the cross-guard but was noisily striking it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twenty-seven minutes, dragged it out till now...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Bordeaux, Lann had only recently become a Demon Hunter; his toxin resistance was worse, his respiratory tract and lungs felt ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Presently, two crimson streaks flowed profusely from his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the young man’s expression showed indifference to the internal pain, solely calm determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising to face his looming mentor, Lann wiped the blood below his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher, we can leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your sword,\" Bordeaux didn’t move, just gazed at the apprentice’s cat-eyes. \"Is it repaired?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve never taught me, so my effort was futile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann replied directly, meeting the mentor’s gaze without flinching; his expression mirrored Bordeaux’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man subtly nodded, turned, and moved toward the fog’s exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the fog, they inhaled deeply in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Demon Hunter’s toxin resistance was high, but the body’s desire for clean air was instinctive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While heading out, Lann maintained a position just one step behind Bordeaux.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched his teacher continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first breath of fresh air, even the least emotive Bear School, simply enjoyed the healthy air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the second breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breath... huh!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From keen senses detected something, Bordeaux’s expressionless face abruptly furrowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scent is... someone nearby!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann silently stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then swiftly...\"Whoosh!\"*2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two arrows shot straight towards Bordeaux’s face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhaling sharply, the brawny, bearded man turned ferocious like a monster!\u003C\u002Fp>",1066,"2026-06-06T10:40:07.661Z",1,"novelbin.me","fb381b4b6364c5b421a0dbe9fbe26fd59fad02c869c69363de7ca0233f610279","bear-school-astartes-chapter-60","bear-school-astartes-chapter-59",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]