[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-871":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},1620567,2087,"Chapter 871 - 854: Caravan and the Archbishop","bear-school-astartes-chapter-871",871,"\u003Cp>As the two of them continued their intermittent conversation in this deathly quiet atmosphere, they walked towards the Undead Settlement that Fodolink had mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After traversing a few more treacherous and peculiar hills, a cacophony of sounds suddenly reached them from the distant horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrain of this mountain was quite unique, with frequent changes in elevation and a ground pattern that was hard to decipher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann had previously stayed in Yan’an, where the terrain was equally complex, and he felt that this mountain was a match for the one on which the Mountain City in Yan’an was located.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, on such rugged and peculiar mountain paths, the transmission of sound was also hindered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this quiet environment, those noisy sounds only appeared on certain routes where sound could travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fodolink raised his hand without turning his head, signaling Lann to stop with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lann discreetly gestured with his right hand in a place the old knight couldn’t see, signaling Rong Buqiu and Qilin, who were following from afar, to remain hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the distant sounds were noisy, they lacked the panicked screams and cries of agony, seeming instead to be the result of a crowd of people and vehicles causing a lot of noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the sounds, this appeared to be a caravan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should we hide first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann whispered, tilting his head to inquire of Fodolink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, from the mouth of the old knight, it was now rare to find trust between people due to the dwindling flames and harsh times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting face to face on these narrow and rugged mountain paths wouldn’t be wise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a brief thought, Fodolink shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t act rashly, just wait by the roadside. In times like these, a caravan of this size must have some standing. This is Losric City below, no one dares defy King Ausloes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they were just passing through and we hid on the side, if the experts in the caravan discovered us, it would be hard to explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lann’s eyes, Fodolink was a local guide, so he merely heightened his alertness without protesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the noisy sounds drew closer, it was as Fodolink had predicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large caravan, though numerous, was well-organized and disciplined, steadily making its way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader emerged first from the side of a small hill, followed by a long line of personnel and carts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The narrow terrain was not suitable for horseback riding, so except for a few large carts, everyone traveled on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way these people moved matched Lann’s initial impression of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke little, and their expressions seemed naturally gloomy and calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked silently, sounds of armor pieces clashing resonated, along with the collision of long halberds and spears against their shoulder pads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individually, each person’s sound was faint, but together, they became clamorous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fodolink seemed to recognize the person leading the way, murmuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Archbishop Klimte?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann stood with arms crossed, leaning against the mountain wall behind Fodolink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cat-like eyes, slanted, peered through the silver hair falling over his forehead as he looked at the caravan approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader wore very distinguishable attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to what Christian bishops from Lann’s homeland would wear during formal rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep blue silk robe, so smooth it reflected light and shone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Various ceremonial ribbons hung from the robe, with ornate shawls symbolizing being ’under divine protection.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most notably, there was a tall white hat with gold patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmistakably, he had the appearance of a cleric, and one of considerable rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike common religious figures in peaceful worlds who advocated non-violence, he carried an exquisite bifurcated spear tucked in his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sleek silver spear was sharp, but the intricate openwork carvings on its head, and the way he held it in his embrace, left Lann unsure if it was a religious item or a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archbishop Klimte also noticed the two by the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a gentle, subtle movement of his non-spear-holding hand, he left the procession and approached the two by the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two tall, barrel-like knights followed in his wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest continued along their route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May the flame guide your path, Fodolink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old knight adeptly bowed, and the archbishop skillfully gestured with religious signs, lightly tapping on his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he drew a deep red cloth from his wide robe and placed it on Fodolink, tying it securely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann observed these actions and, in this world where the {flame} held special significance, covering oneself in deep red fabric seemed to imply ’being under the protection of the flame.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after all these formalities were completed did the conversation begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re still wandering around here... unfortunate soul. The Undead curse has no remedy other than reigniting the flames.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archbishop Klimte whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fodolink’s bowed figure trembled slightly, yet he remained silent, appearing both stubborn and unwilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Lann observed the old knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected... Fodolink himself was also Undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This explained the emotions he expressed during their previous idle chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archbishop Klimte, though appearing of average height, was also elderly, with a short but grizzled beard around his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beard that should have looked gallant instead appeared somewhat somber on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights behind him were of similar stature to Lann, towering above the heads of ordinary men, who barely reached their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wore barrel-like helmets and heavy-looking armor that seemed exceptionally sturdy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the plate armor, chain mail and leather armor provided protection, and a voluminous clerical robe was worn to indicate their status as Church Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cumbersome armor tightened the robe around the chest and abdomen, leaving the voluminous sleeves to hang freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Fodolink had remarked to Lann, ’Seeing the lumberjack’s abnormal physique and still approaching, not knowing whether it’s foolishness or bravery.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This indicated that the physique of ordinary people in this world was considered ’normal standard,’ yet when he met Lann, he showed no particular reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These abnormally tall Church Knights followed the archbishop openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world held many mysteries for Lann, but it seemed solving them would take time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann was not in a hurry; he could be extremely patient when necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, I haven’t seen you leave the Profound Church for a long time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fodolink’s aged voice carried respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What brings about such a grand procession this time...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caravan continued along the mountain path beside them, the cluttering of armor and footsteps creating a dense noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the ground weren’t so damp, dust would have surely been kicked up by their steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We... must welcome back a little-known Goddess. She has encountered misfortune and now only the Profound Church can offer her a period of respite.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte’s lips, under his grizzled beard, murmured vaguely, his eyes instinctively flitting aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a clear ’saying only half-truths and hoping the questioner would stop’ expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just when they mentioned the divine, the most luxurious and solemn carriage of the caravan passed by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that carriage, a tall female figure sat with knees drawn under dark, shadowy veils.\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-06-06T10:40:27.676Z",1,"novelbin.me","32fd2da94338b6b901e231638bd32b50420a2ec8d3481be8cdc55293d6dc93f5","bear-school-astartes-chapter-817","bear-school-astartes-chapter-870",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]