[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-806":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},1620547,2087,"Chapter 806 - 789: Old Demon Hunter’s Farewell","bear-school-astartes-chapter-806",806,"\u003Cp>\"Seems like not very welcoming to outsiders, Mr. Lambert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann leaned one elbow on the table, joking with Geralt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belengar smirked and commented, \"In every batch of demon hunters, there always seems to be some troublemakers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Wolf appeared relaxed, \"Don’t call him Mr. Lambert, his mouth doesn’t deserve that title. Just call him Lambert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The castle’s main hall door swung open, and two tall figures and one short silhouette filed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the door opened, Lambert’s mocking and sarcastic voice echoed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, indeed, Lambert doesn’t deserve to be called ’Mr.’ Only our renowned ’White Wolf’ Geralt is worthy of the title ’Mr.’, isn’t it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon hunters’ extraordinary senses allowed them to hear the discussions inside before they even entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann and Belengar turned their heads towards the door from the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesemir was just as he always was, dressed in his solid and sturdy mixed armor, his ale nose looking even more pronounced than last time, appearing more flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri was at the age of growth, and though it had only been half a year since she was last seen, she had grown a bit taller. Her mouse-gray hair was tied into a small braid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a one-piece leather outfit that seemed to be sewn... or rather stuck together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The workmanship could make a tailor, who values craftsmanship, scream in terror and despair. The only relatively new and fitting items on her were the knee-high boots and belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t equipped with a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann and Belengar couldn’t help but mentally compare the current Ciri to the woman they met at the Crossroads Inn... she really is growing into a young woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, carrying a dead goat on his shoulder, was undoubtedly Lambert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a black leather jacket; underneath was a mix of chainmail and padded armor, with plate armor pieces inserted at key locations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standard demon hunter-style gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face bore a long narrow scar, and he sported a buzz cut, though his hairline had receded into an M shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he looked younger than Geralt, in terms of hairline, Geralt’s was much more favorable than his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demon hunters like Lann, who had no scars, were indeed rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing various strange monsters, a careless encounter could leave a scar that remains ferocious even after healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Geralt had several scars on his face, but they weren’t usually obvious or unsightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once magic potion is used, when the toxins gather in the blood vessels, besides gathering around the eye sockets, they also linger on the scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus the originally subtle scars would turn light black on the pale skin, becoming conspicuous and fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah! Lann!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri was the first to notice the person seated at the large table by the fireplace. She exclaimed in delight and ran towards Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls generally develop earlier than boys, and though Ciri was only twelve or thirteen, she was already around one and a half meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in front of Lann’s stature, she still seemed like a petite child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even seated, Lann was taller than her, so when Ciri rushed over, the young demon hunter simply reached out, and Ciri easily collided into his embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two shared a simple but enthusiastic hug, and Ciri bounced joyfully from his arms, feet not touching the ground, laughing cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life here at Ker Morhan suited her well; she never wanted to be a conventional ’pampered princess’, and the demon hunter’s training suited her preferences... except for the theoretical knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’s at the age of craving social interaction, and Ker Morhan is a desolate place, on the fringes of civilized world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So seeing a familiar face here, even if not someone as close as Lann, made her happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that it’s Lann who came, she was even happier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you come to see me? This is wonderful!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri skipped around Lann, grabbing Rong Buqiu sitting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three-Floral Kitten let out a startled ’meow’ at the sudden action, instinctively flailing its four little paws in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you bring me a cat? And even dressed it in armor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciri felt thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t meow! Rong Buqiu isn’t a toy meow!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\" Ciri’s laughter abruptly stopped, staring blankly at the Three-Floral Kitten in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lann, Geralt, Belengar’s raised hands were still up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow! The cat talked! It’s a monster! Uncle Vesemir! It’s a monster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite Rong Buqiu’s cuteness, Ciri, educated by demon hunters, instinctively let go and ran aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be said, this kind of reaction is what many ordinary people cannot do when facing strange monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vesemir, having weathered countless storms, was indeed the old demon hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first patted Ciri’s head, then smiled at Lann.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t expect you to grow up like this, Lann.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oldest known demon hunter looked up and down at Lann who stood up to greet him. Last time they met, Lann’s physique hadn’t surpassed humans yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Vesemir welcomed him as the castle host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome, Lann. Looks like you’ve experienced many interesting adventures during this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Rong Buqiu who landed from Ciri’s arms, adjusting its helmet by itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the little cat, you’re welcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you meow!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Buqiu politely thanked them, making the newcomers click their tongues in wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Vesemir’s gaze shifted to another old demon hunter who turned his head away, drinking on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We haven’t seen each other for a long time, Belengar. You’re quite skilled now, no longer at the level where a sword you make breaks after two swings, like in the past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesemir stepped forward, patting Belengar’s shoulder, with a gentle and mellow tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How does it feel to be home?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Vesemir’s hand was placed on him, Lann could distinctly see Belengar’s body trembled a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not great, this isn’t my home, just a place with terrifying memories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belengar said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lambert, who had just placed the goat on the ground, loudly agreed without straightening his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! That’s right! It’s a crappy place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Vesemir and Belengar ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, Belengar handed the wine glass in his hand to Vesemir standing beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the conversation between the two old men, there was only the crackling sound of firewood burning in the nearby huge fireplace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least this wine is decent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesemir looked at the old buddy in front of him, smiled suddenly as he took the glass and drank it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve found my barrel of Niflgaard lemon wine, but it’s not good enough; the year on the barrel is one I altered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesemir lightly spoke, under Geralt’s dazed gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you really think someone as little as Geralt could see through me? Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-06T10:40:27.274Z",1,"novelbin.me","7671ff6d2f56c02a0cfab29bd8eb68ee9bf28eb364e6069a6eff87689b98d0de","bear-school-astartes-chapter-862","bear-school-astartes-chapter-861",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]