[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-797":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},1620677,2087,"Chapter 797 - 780. Wild Hunt","bear-school-astartes-chapter-797",797,"\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about? It’s summer now...how is that possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belengar refuted the woman’s words based on his experience and knowledge, but quickly, his own cat eyes’ pupils involuntarily shrank sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside this small inn, a column of cavalry seemed to appear out of nowhere on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy yet extraordinarily elusive hoofbeats trampled the muddy country roads of Velen, accompanied by the increasingly hurried sound of rainwater being frozen into hail and crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wild Hunt, from their appearance, is a group of ghost knights riding skeletal horses, led by the King of the Wild Hunt, galloping through the night sky. Accompanying their ride was lightning, ghostly wails, and nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann had never encountered such a renowned magical phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, until today, Lann always thought the so-called Wild Hunt should be a magical phenomenon, or victims from ancient times who have been tormented by some large curse until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In folklore, the Wild Hunt is an ominous sign, foretelling war and other disasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong individuals are abducted during their procession, only to be found after ages as soulless husks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, the Wild Hunt clearly showed their strong intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intent directed at an enigmatic woman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful woman with mouse-gray hair stared at the inn’s door, as if that door with unevenly spliced gaps could provide her with an illusory sense of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, her tall legs in high-heeled boots began retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please help me stop them, my lord. Just like you protected me before, as you promised me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was natural, very sincere and trusting. As if Lann truly had made such a promise to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lann didn’t remember, and even Mentos didn’t remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir...\" The voice of the bio-intellect echoed softly in Lann’s mind, \"Did you really find a way to turn me off? She does seem very sincere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentos’s tone, as always, had the style of a British butler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, when it sounded sarcastic, it was especially infuriating. Lann hadn’t considered this when setting its tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, the young demon hunter felt his teeth ache from anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been thinking you might be shirking your duties! If I can’t remember, and you tell me you don’t know either, then what are you good for?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you know in your heart that is not possible, sir.\" Mentos responded methodically to its host, tone as elegant as ever. \"I never miss anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the chatter of the bio-intellect was forcibly suppressed by its host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann’s attention returned to his mind’s exterior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t recall us meeting before, miss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon hunter’s necklace shook more violently, as Lann lightly shook his head and slowly stood up from the stool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His huge body cast an even larger shadow under the lamplight...an oppressive presence different from that of the Wild Hunt outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the woman being rudely questioned by him didn’t seem to mind this oppressive feeling at all, nor did she think Lann would do anything to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued to smile lightly and retreat: \"Actually, you’ve already recognized me, haven’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young demon hunter didn’t respond directly, continuing with a stern face: \"But that’s impossible! She... after her birthday this year, she would only be fourteen years old, but you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman paused and then continued: \"I really didn’t expect to hear ’impossible’ coming from you one day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems arriving a bit early does bring some unexpected pleasures. I got to see this side of you that you haven’t shown me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But unfortunately, I don’t have much time left, or else I’d love to stay in this room with you for a week without stepping outside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s strange words didn’t change Lann’s expression at all, as his tolerance for dirty jokes had greatly improved through encounters with female warlocks; this one hardly played along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after saying this, the tall woman with mouse-gray hair had retreated to the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and patted the wary Belengar’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember to bring me a gift, master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old demon hunter looked bewildered: \"What do you mean? We haven’t even met!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman didn’t explain, she merely pulled some silver coins from her waist bag and tossed them onto the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not caring if the frightened innkeeper caught them, she confidently took a dried fish, whole chicken, and some garlic and onions from the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one agile move, she flipped out through the inn’s small rear window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dogs outside, having thought there was another tasty leftover, yelped as a living person jumped over and startled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were so light, making Belengar click his tongue in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, although the woman was only wearing light leather armor and chain mail, which weighed about ten to twenty pounds, it would still impact agility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s rare for ordinary people to make such nimble moves in that attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, among demon hunters, only those from the Cat School might manage it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while Belengar was only amazed, Lann frowned during the woman’s window-escaping move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those techniques and breaths... so familiar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there wasn’t time to dwell on the woman’s issues now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside this small inn, the haunting hoofbeats of the ghost cavalry were already rapidly approaching!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann turned towards the sound of hooves and walked towards the inn’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled down his hood, and his hair, resembling molten silver, cascaded down, along with his almost supernatural beauty, nearly lighting up this dim inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The innkeeper and patrons at two tables held their breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, that is the Wild Hunt, you haven’t dealt with such a thing before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belengar whispered as he approached Lann’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you really know that strange woman? Even if you did, it’s not necessary to face the Wild Hunt head-on, is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, we don’t know each other,\" Lann shook his head. \"But if it’s really as I suspect...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann didn’t finish his sentence, only furrowing his brow deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, let’s hold them off for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young demon hunter unfastened the cloak clasp at his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed the heavy wide-hooded cloak to Belengar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with it, Lann pressed Belengar’s shoulder, pinning the old demon hunter, who wanted to join him, against the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t trust your combat strength, just don’t mess things up for me, master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final ’master’ was clearly a sarcastic remark, but Belengar had been ’mocked’ about his combat strength when he first met Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he simply pouted, not arguing.\u003C\u002Fp>",1082,"2026-06-06T10:40:26.754Z",1,"novelbin.me","73347364851d7fed45fa8ad65e942dff0c8c802612fc1b29225dc1334ce8da41","bear-school-astartes-chapter-798","bear-school-astartes-chapter-796",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]