Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1435 1407. The arrest begins

Redania's spymaster, Sigismund Dijkstra walks the streets of Goth Velen.

At this time, the moonlight was past half-light. Except for those wizards who were extravagant and extravagant and held banquets until close to early morning the next day, ordinary people should have fallen into a deep sleep at this time.

The streets of Gos Velen were silent at night. After all, except for taverns, brothels and other places, there was really little evening entertainment in this era.

But Dijkstra didn't care about anything else today.

He had just come out of Arethusa, which was famous and more magnificent than the king's palace, and he was full of doubts.

Why do these northern wizards, who are already so rich and enjoy independent and lofty political status, still want to accept the money bag from the southern empire? !

Dijkstra was angry, but a person like him would calmly get things done even if he was so angry.

The fat and strong man, with his tight shirt open and his arms open, walked towards the port where only an oil lamp flickered in the watch room.

The doorman in the duty room stood up silently, saluted Dijkstra as he passed by, and then sat down again, as if nothing happened.

He stepped onto a large ship docked in this harbor and descended all the way down to the cabin.

As soon as we got off the boat, the sound of slight metal collisions could be heard in the cabin.

Fifty fully armed soldiers with the 'Redanian Red Eagle' emblem painted on their breastplates made it even more difficult to turn around in the already narrow and compact cabin.

It can be seen that they have just put on their armor.

Seeing Dijkstra come down, the soldiers who were still a little scattered all stood upright.

After the spy chief glanced at him, he handed a key hanging around his neck to the officer, and said in a deep voice: "Vormir, this is the key to the box in the captain's room. Each person will receive a pair of magic-blocking gold from inside. Shackles, and a gold amulet to ward off evil spirits.”

"The crossbow is loaded, and there are daggers, halberds, and shields. Brace yourself! Get ready to work!"

The soldiers nodded quietly, then collected their equipment, went up to the deck, and briefly formed a team in the open space of the port where the ship docked.

Dijkstra frowned during this process, and he grabbed the officer who had just finished issuing the magic-blocking gold equipment: "Wait, where are the other people on the ship?"

The Svenlin was registered in Novigrad as a cargo ship, and the ship was large enough to carry fifty soldiers and supporting equipment.

At the same time, in order to maintain the ship's navigation capabilities, the number of captains, first mates, seamen, etc. is similar to that of soldiers.

Dijkstra put all the small characters like ordinary sailors on the ship together tonight.

The primary purpose of their action this time was to be 'quick and sudden'.

Tomorrow morning, we will sail away from Gos Velen immediately at noon at most.

But people like the captain and first mate should still be on duty on the ship.

The officer being questioned looked blank at this time, and Dijkstra's heart began to sink as soon as he saw his expression.

"Didn't they say they had other plans, sir?"

While the officer was speaking, looking at Dijkstra's expression, he immediately knew something was wrong!

But after all, he didn't dare to say anything more, and in the end he could only shut up.

The spy chief's face was ugly and gloomy. He looked toward the workshop area at the base of the city wall, which was gradually reflecting red light in the distance, and then gritted his teeth and looked at Arethusa, who was standing quietly.

In the end, he waved his hand with a twitching mouth, indicating that the task should continue as usual.

He led his soldiers toward Arethusa, ignoring the gates that guarded the Wizard's Summit along the way.

Dijkstra muttered to himself in a low voice: "Damn it, put someone in my hand and do your private work?!"

"No. It doesn't matter whether this is private work or not!"

If there was just someone in Redania who coveted the huge wealth of Valyrian steel, Dijkstra would not be surprised.

But at this juncture, it's hard to tell whether it's just for profit or some kind of larger plot.

But no matter what, the matter is now imminent and must be done. Let’s get the most important things done first, and we can talk about the rest later! —

Another royal advisor of the Kingdom of Temeria, Keira Metz, casts a light spell. This spell can levitate a cold-colored light ball wherever the caster wishes. Of course, it can also move with the body.

Now Keira Metz has changed out of the formal attire similar to Sabina's from the previous banquet. At that time, she was one of the fourteen sorceresses at the banquet wearing gauze dresses that could not cover anything.

But now, she had put on a dusty hunting outfit, and looked coldly at a group of soldiers trying to subdue a mage.

Archmage.

The magic candlelight in Arethusa's luxurious corridors has been extinguished, leaving only the cold light on Keira Metz's head.

Alto Terranova, a member of the Society of Talents and Skills, is being lifted from the ground by two Redanian soldiers. "Hold him." The sorceress ordered briefly.

"You dare to torture me?" Alto yelled, "Mez! You are so brave! I am a member of the Wizarding Council!"

Warlocks often refer to the Guild of Gifts and Crafts as simply the Coven.

"You were once. But no longer. You are just an ordinary traitor, and you will also be treated like a traitor."

"You dirty whore! Who gave you this?"

Aalto had no chance to curse any more.

First, a pair of shackles made of blue metal were already hung on his hands.

The close contact of Zhenmojin suddenly made him feel like an ordinary person entering a portal, and he was so uncomfortable that it was difficult to even stand still.

Next, Keira Metz punched him in the face with a pair of brass knuckles hanging from her fist.

Behind them, Geralt, who was dressed in single clothes and seemed to have just gotten out of the bedclothes, was about to urinate at night, but a halberd was pressed against his chest, and he carefully chose not to move.

He looked like an obvious 'innocent intruder'.

Keira, who had just dealt with Alto resolutely, was troubled by Geralt who suddenly broke into the situation.

After she frowned and chatted with another male mage who arrived, it seemed that something urgent happened elsewhere, so she simply handed Geralt to the soldiers of Redania, saying only, "Keep an eye on him", and walked in a hurry. 's left.

"They're really nervous, aren't they?"

Dijkstra, who had also chatted with the witcher at the banquet before, commented to Geralt in a relaxed tone.

"It's just a lack of experience, nothing else. Coups and rebellions are like beet soup, it tastes best when it's cold."

"Dijkstra, this is not beet soup. What is going on now? What happened? I'm totally confused."

Geralt's body was pressed against his chest by the halberd, and he remained motionless, but his chin was raised towards the blood that had just been punched by Alto.

The color of blood and beet soup do look similar.

"Before I answer you, you have to answer me first." Dijkstra, who looked like he was helping the wizards, looked at Geralt seriously.

"You were brought in by Yennefer of Vengerberg. She asked you to come out now? What is she doing now?"

"No, I just want to go to the toilet, but I don't want to pee in the flower pot in the dormitory. Yennefer was very satisfied last night, she was still sleeping. I thought people like you should know everyone's information."

Geralt spoke in a voice that was so calm that there was no emotion, as if the spear point on his chest, which was only separated by a shirt, didn't exist.

"I don't understand her! Her position and her behavior are why I feel uneasy, Geralt! Don't you understand?"

Dijkstra pulled his halberd aside and spoke to Geralt in a cold voice.

"You idiot! The wizards who are loyal to the kings and behave decently have not even slept in bed tonight! They have been running and preparing all night long. Only the traitors who were bribed by Nilfgaard are still huddled in bed!"

"Because those traitors need to recharge their batteries! Because soon they will launch a rebellion during the meeting! But they don't know that we have intercepted the intelligence a long time ago! Be prepared!"

"As you can see, they will be pulled out of bed tonight, then hung up with magic-blocking gold shackles, and then beaten to pieces with fingernails!"

"Let's strike first. Those traitors are finished! If you don't want to finish with them, don't play tricks and tell me! Yennefer's position! Has she had any contact with the southerners! Has she had any contact with Wilgfortz? Make a private deal!"

Geralt nodded from time to time as he listened to Dicos' words that he had nothing to hide, but there was still no trace of emotional tension.

"So, you heard it." Faced with Dijkstra's scrutinizing gaze as he approached his face, Geralt looked over his shoulder toward the darkened corridor, shrugging and saying casually. . "That's what they said."

The rest of the Redanian soldiers didn't know why, but Dijkstra, who was in front of Geralt's face, almost blinked, and his rosy cheeks turned pale in an instant.

A figure that no longer controlled its breathing and footsteps, and therefore stood out with huge mass and strength in the darkness, slowly approached them.

"who?!"

"Don't move! Don't even move."

"bump!!"

A series of sounds almost crowded together!

The vigilant questioning of the Redanian soldiers, Dijkstra's hurried orders, and finally, that crisp muffled sound!