Chapter 1412 1384 Open the Door

Chapter 1412 1384. Opening the door

That afternoon, Lan En put on a hooded cloak and got back on Kirin's horse.

Kirin had not been allowed to go out these days because Lan En asked him to "keep everything normal in High Hill Castle".

So now that he could go out for a run, Lan En could feel that he was quite happy.

Running all the way from the southern wilderness of Velen to the Principality of Elland in the northeast corner of Temeria.

The journey that almost spanned the entire Temeria horizontally was a suitable walking exercise for Kirin.

Of course, this was to allow him to finish the run within three hours. If the time was extended and the speed was slowed down, it might not even be a walk for his body of the ancient dragon of the New World.

"Huff!"

A stream of hot air blew out of his moist nostrils, and Kirin shook his head, causing the wide silk rune cloth covering him and his pale mane to sway.

Kirin, who had stretched his muscles a little by running all the way, felt quite comfortable.

This trip was all about remote and uninhabited areas, and the Kirin's mobility completely ignored the obstacles of the terrain.

Lan's body was strengthened many times afterwards, and his tolerance to the Kirin's speed became stronger and stronger.

It was completely different from when he first started traveling with the Kirin.

So Geralt told Lan the results of the exploration in a hurry in the morning, Lan injected the five Ember Knights with potions at noon, and in the afternoon, he had already arrived in the Principality of Elland.

There are not many things in this world that have such mobility efficiency.

The wizards' portals are of course very efficient, but now the fluctuations of the portals are basically watched secretly, and no one can really appear anywhere unexpectedly.

And what about the second-rate way of movement?

Perhaps it is the magic carpets that some wizards from Zerecania or Orphir are accustomed to using as rumored.

And excluding these magic flying props that Lan has not seen yet, the rest are directly downgraded to ordinary horses.

The extraordinary power has made the mobility efficiency of people of all identities in this magical medieval world so different that it can be called a generational gap.

The mages use teleportation technology, and even if the transcontinental teleportation error is caused by a magical accident, it is just a long-distance trip that requires a little effort for them.

People with special power and money can drive mages to do things and take rides.

The rest are really using the medieval way of moving. Those who can move dozens of kilometers beyond their living range in their lifetime are knowledgeable people.

Except for some unique monsters that have not even been discovered by humans, no one has seen the speed and efficiency of the Qilin under normal conditions.

Lan En has never let the Qilin show it.

Even the intelligence organization that has been keeping an eye on him, at most, when he went to Novigrad before, they knew that he now has a horse that is always covered by magic harness, tall and strong beyond imagination.

There is also a suspected "cat man wandering outside the rare species protection area".

But they have never seen the speed of the Qilin.

There is no way to prepare or plan for something you haven't seen before.

No one could have imagined that the demon hunter, who had already performed very outrageously on the battlefield, could appear in the Principality of Elland outside of Velen within a few hours without involving the warlock.

"Don't let anyone see you, Qilin."

After getting off the horse, Lan En habitually patted the ancient dragon's strong neck, making a heavy "bang bang" sound.

"Huff~" Qilin shook his head and exhaled a stream of hot air.

'What are you thinking? Can I let anyone see me? '

The meaning conveyed from the variant [Axis Seal] seemed very disdainful.

Lan En didn't care.

Even at the speed of Qilin's walk, ordinary people would probably not be able to see it clearly if they suddenly saw this thing running past their field of vision. The probability of seeing it as a floating demon spirit is much higher than seeing it as a majestic horse.

However, Lan En still pouted and pressed his blown hair down again.

He looked at the rows of sharp spikes growing from under the skin on the shoulder joints and hip joints of the unicorn's body with a bit of resentment.

The high-energy crystal-like spikes easily broke through the protection of the silk rune cloth and the magic harness, and poked out in the violent bumps of running fast.

As a result, Lan En was annoyed by the static electricity on the unicorn halfway.

"Didn't Margarita say she would change the style of the harness for you?"

The demon hunter complained.

Fortunately, Lan En is not a normal person, otherwise even if the unicorn lowered the current intensity, its back would be enough to electrocute people.

".Sigh~"

The unicorn rolled up his eyes and looked like he was reminiscing.

'.It seems that I haven't been back since you went out to play by yourself last time. '

Well, what else can Lan En say?

The unicorn rarely goes back, so Margarita didn't even have time to measure the size and modify the style of the magic harness.

The demon hunter raised his fist silently, and with a loud bang, he hit the unicorn on the head!

The ancient dragon's head swung out like a pendulum on its slender horse neck, wood chips flew, and a bowl-thick tree next to it was broken with a "crack".

But the unicorn, who was hit by a punch, was extremely agile and ran away in the direction of the swing of the head, running away happily.

While running, he made a provocative tongue-twisting sound of a horse: "Pulu Pulu!"

This kind of forceful blow was just a joke for Qilin and Lan En.

After waiting for Qilin to run away, the demon hunter turned around and looked at a castle not far away.

On the walls of the castle, flags were hung on the upright gun barrels and fluttered in the wind.

On one side was the white lotus emblem of Temeria, on the other side was the flag of the Principality of Elland, and on the last side was a white rose blooming on a fiery red background.

The relaxed expression on Lan En's face when he was playing with his friends just now slowly disappeared. A cold and hard temperament covered his face.

——

As autumn deepens, the daytime is getting shorter and shorter.

The roar of the Pontar River can't reach here, but the dampness and cold can be transmitted far away.

Nowadays, at night, people can emit white mist for a short time when they exhale.

Similarly, people fall asleep much earlier.

"Stop!" On the castle gate tower, a sniffling soldier leaned out from the battlement and shouted, "Who are you? Tell me your identity and your purpose! Quick!"

After shouting outside the castle gate, he shouted angrily at the bottom of the gate.

"Wake up! People are coming!"

After being yelled at by the people above, the light of candles and the flickering of human figures came out from the observation hole on the wall beside the gate.

In the sentry room, the soldier who was sleeping so hard that his helmet was almost tilted and fell off, revealing his greasy and tangled hair, walked towards the observation hole cursing.

It was dark at night and the observation hole was small, so the candlelight could not illuminate the outside clearly.

There was only a dark shadow in his eyes.

"Sniff~" He first sniffed his nose, and then prepared to ask questions.

But then

"The keychain of the magic-blocking gold?" An interested voice came from the dark shadow outside the observation hole, "It seems that you have indeed received a large amount of funding."

The soldier, who was still confused, suddenly widened his eyes at this moment!

This is the biological instinct to concentrate, but it is too slow.

In the darkness outside the observation hole, a hand wearing bone-white armor suddenly stretched out!

The violent and abrupt movement even caused a sharp and short sound of breaking through the air!

With a "hiss", the hand armor stabbed into the observation hole and grasped the soldier's neck, which was already covered with black wrinkles.

There was no struggle, because he could not react in time, and his strength was completely not at the same level.

The shout was blocked in his throat, and his face was flushed but he made no sound.

He threw the keychain made of stunmetal into the sentry room a little further away, and then a cold white magic aura suddenly emerged from the darkness, but at this moment, it was covered by the wide cloak.

[Axis Seal]

The interference of stunmetal on demon hunters is far less strong than that on warlocks, which is caused by the different casting principles of the two.

After the keychain hanging on the sentry was thrown far away, it was suddenly pinched and almost fainted. It had no resistance to [Axis Seal].

"Your identity."

The big hand wearing bone-white armor slowly retracted into the darkness outside the observation hole.

"White Rose Knights. Recruiting conscripts."

Without a palm pinching his neck, the soldier now had a dull look in his eyes and responded blankly.

The collar and cuffs of his cotton armor were so black that they were shiny, and there was not even a piece of iron hanging on the whole cotton armor. This kind of rotten equipment is indeed in line with the identity of a conscript.

"How long have you been enlisted?"

"One. Month."

"Tsk."

Hearing the sentry's answer, Lan En was rather unhappy and clicked his tongue.

These conscripts who had just been here for a month could not be said to have much to do with the Knights of the White Rose.

He would have to be careful when he took action later.

"Hey! What are you two whispering about?!" A questioning voice came from the wall, "Answer! Who is it! Otherwise I will shoot you with a bow and arrow!"

The fire flickered above, and the guards on duty took torches and lay on the battlements of the wall, looking down, trying to see what was going on below by the light of the fire.

And Lan En's cat eyes, which were slightly glowing under the hood, just raised their heads, and then asked without much anxiety.

"Are all the knights in the castle?"

"Most of them are here."

"Where are they?"

"The main tower, we live in the shack."

Asking here, a satisfied arc gradually appeared under the shadow of the hood.

The fire on the wall above flickered more and more urgently.

"Reply to the higher-ups, soldier. Ask him to open the gate. I'm the only one here. Just come up with a reason. How about using your imagination?"

Lane took a step back and faced the castle gate through the observation hole. He even said it in a relaxed tone.

"Imagination" The drowsy soldier first muttered to himself, and then shouted to the higher-ups, "Open the door!"

"You two have been mumbling for a long time and now you're talking nonsense to me? I can't open a door if you don't tell me your identity! Do you want your anus to be opened?"

There were vulgar shouts of cursing from above, but the sentry himself was calm and not surprised.

"He seems to be sent by Duke Seaward. What are you afraid of with just one person?"

"What do you mean by seems? I don't want to be beaten! Explain clearly!"

"I only have a fucking candle in my hand. What can I see clearly through the observation hole? Anyway, the badge is like that, you open the door quickly."

A tall and quiet figure wearing a hooded cloak stood in front of the castle gate. Amid the creaking sound of the bearings turning, the fire behind the gate was squeezed into a vertical line by the gap in the door and fell on the wide cloak.

Lan En moved his shoulders and wrists, and walked straight forward without waiting for the door to be fully opened.