Bear School Astartes

Immediately, after regaining abundant energy, the female warlock simply waved her hand slightly, and a portal opened mid-air, leading to Gos Velen.

To be precise, Airetusa.

"Whew~"

The wind pressure change caused by the portal quickly calmed down, and the sound of the wind also quieted remarkably fast, eventually falling silent.

In just the blink of an eye, they moved from the small island on the lake near Vizima to a sophisticated and luxurious room.

This is the teleportation room of Airetusa.

Lann was fine; he had somewhat gotten used to portals now, and the hormone levels in his body quickly calmed under the regulation of enhanced organs.

However, Rong Buqiu and Belengar still felt dizzy.

As for Qilin?

Qilin had Lann remove its magic saddle as soon as they returned, claiming it wanted to run back on its own.

And since there was no emergency, Lann obliged.

"Ugh..." The old demon hunter complained, clutching his forehead. "Next time... even if it’s a hassle, I won’t, I won’t opt for the portal for convenience!"

"Meow~"

Rong Buqiu also lay on the ground, belly up, showing its garlic-clove-patterned white belly.

"You have to get used to it, Belengar."

Lann didn’t speak; it was Tishaya who spoke while sorting out her slightly tousled lace cuffs.

With the supplementation of chaos magic power, her physical condition was rapidly returning to normal.

"Technology is advancing, and the realm of magic is expanding; it’s the progression of the era. You shouldn’t be left behind by it."

"Moreover, I’ve made significant gains this time; once I organize my thoughts and conduct some experimental verification, perhaps the portal experience for ordinary people could greatly improve, eventually becoming the preferred choice for people’s future long-distance travel."

Lann nodded with interest.

But Belengar, clutching his forehead, wore an expression of ’okay, okay, whatever you say.’

"Yes, portals entering households; I’ll take it as Airetusa’s future slogan."

"Opening a fixed basic portal requires at least an apprentice or demon hunter, costing at least a dozen Oren coins, not counting the construction cost of the fixed basic portal."

"Creating a portal out of thin air, many Airetusa graduates can’t do it; it requires an exceptional graduate to have a chance."

"To hire these people, one would either have to be a wealthy noble or a merchant in a merchant guild."

"Once these people forget those portal accident cases, you can phase out the upper-class carriage industry."

The old demon hunter, as always, used a tone that wasn’t malicious yet could irritate to tease the female warlock.

"Say whatever you want, Belengar."

Tishaya was long accustomed to the ups and downs and verbal exchanges, not letting Belengar’s words affect her expression, remaining calm as a lake.

"But the progression of the era is objective, whether you admit it or not."

"Then I’ll quietly wait for the era to progress."

Belengar wore an expression of hearing an esoteric teaching.

He waved his hand, slowly straightening his waist that was slightly bent due to dizziness.

"You all have made progress, hey! I’m not far behind!"

"This is Luoxia Palace, right? Okay, I need to quickly go back and organize the new tricks I’ve learned!"

After confirming with Tishaya that they were at the first level of Airetusa, the old demon hunter confidently pushed open the teleportation room door to leave, footsteps revealing anticipation and eagerness.

The processing house equipment of the New Continent Investigation Team was pretty good, using a large waterfall as the power source for the forge was quite strong.

But for Belengar, his own forge felt more comfortable.

The difference in equipment between forging inclined toward magic and alchemy, and forging purely using outrageously active biological materials is significant.

Once Rong Buqiu stood up swaying, they left the teleportation room, heading towards the headmaster’s office on the upper level.

The apprentices and professors along the way, upon seeing Tishaya walking with Lann, were somewhat surprised, not knowing when they returned.

However, this emotion wasn’t very strong.

After all, there were many stories circulating within the academy about the young demon hunter, the Duke of Sintra, and the cooperation with the previous and current headmasters of Airetusa.

Even according to the most "conservative," most "formal" narrative, their personal relationship should be quite good.

The shield depicting stick figures of two lovers meeting and kissing passionately on the battlefield still hangs in the gallery of Airetusa.

So what perplexed the apprentices most now was this: Who is Lann sleeping with among their headmasters? What is the sequence of their romances, who came first?

This question really itches at the mind.

Attracting quite a few glances along the way, Lann and Tishaya seemed accustomed to it.

The ever-proud Tishaya, naturally leading the way.

Upon reaching the headmaster’s office door, she symbolically knocked twice before pushing the door open without waiting for a response inside.

Leaving Margaret, half-lying on the plush faced long chair, dumbfounded.

"So." Not waiting for Margaret to speak, Tishaya took the lead. "You do your work in that position and expect not to have a sore back? You’re just asking for it."

Margaret maintained her half-reclining position on the bench, holding a stack of documents in her hand, flipping them idly.

It looked like she had been reading documents while half-reclining.

Tishaya spoke slowly, without anger or criticism, merely resting her hands gracefully on her abdomen before pacing around the bench, looking down at Margaret.

The current headmistress quickly adjusted her relaxed posture, placing the documents she had been flipping onto the table.

Tishaya knew Margaret was used to indulging, and usually didn’t interfere much. However, she couldn’t overlook the attitude issues during work hours.

Margaret slowly retracted her feet on the bench.

Her pale, clearly plump yet elegantly boned feet were placed back onto the sandals under the bench.

Lann enjoyed watching the drama unfold, closed the door, leaned against it, and whistled leisurely.

"Whew~"

Margaret shot him a glance but deliberately leaned her upper body forward, allowing her already low-cut neckline to face him unabashedly.

She provocatively nudged the sandals with her fingers, wearing them on her feet.

When Tishaya turned to face her again, she quickly composed herself.

Pretending to sort the documents in her hands and placing them on the table, Margaret finally escaped from what Tishaya considered a "work state" and relaxed.

"I thought you would be busy over there for a long time." Margaret casually ruffled her blonde hair. "The monster’s corpse was so large and cursed. Did you really finish dealing with it so quickly?"

A beautiful woman naturally carries a certain grace, her lazy actions would look unattractive if done by someone else.

"The nature of that world was unexpectedly strong, and lacking chaos magic power, dealing with the corpse was quite simple."

Tishaya watched her student’s consistently lazy actions and shook her head silently.

While explaining, she took out several glasses from the wine cabinet next to the office, poured them, and handed them over.

Margaret accepted the wine glass filled with red wine, but raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"Holding three glasses in hand...you didn’t use a levitation spell?"

"That’s one of the gains from cross-world travel."

"Gains?" Margaret asked with interest, "The gain that allows you to accept the asymmetrical beauty of ’using two hands to hold three glasses’ without using magic?"

"Indeed." Tishaya said firmly, "A significant gain, maybe I’ll disclose some to you after sorting through it."

"I might even write to Ban Aide Academy, to discuss it with Gedemitis. I can’t research this alone."

Hearing that she would communicate with the currently oldest and strongest human warlock, Margaret raised an eyebrow, confirming Tishaya’s seriousness.

"That’s really a major discovery."

The current headmistress said, sipping from her glass of red wine.

"You warlocks can discuss your matters later." Lann first joked, then stepped forward two steps, pulling a guest chair from the desk, and sat by the bench.

After thanking, he took a wine glass from Tishaya’s hand. Then asked Margaret seriously.

"After we left, did anything unexpected happen?"

"Hold on, I’m calling someone over." Margaret propped her elbow on the bench’s armrest, fingers lightly touching her temple as her gaze slightly wandered.

This was the state of warlocks sending psychic communications.

After the psychic communication, Margaret’s gaze refocused, scanning her lover up and down.

"By the way, the new armor looks great, especially matching you, gives you a sense of wildness."

Margaret said, smiling languidly.

Her fingers lightly and ambiguously glided over Smaug unconsciously, from bottom to top, trying to reach that perfect side profile.

But immediately, the wine glass on her other hand sank.

Turning to see, Tishaya was pouring more wine into her glass.

"Can’t you be a bit less impatient?"

Tishaya tilted her head and asked.

"I can’t help it, I can’t resist when I’m around him."

Margaret said frankly.

Lann sat nearby, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

"Bang bang."

Two properly timed knocks on the door followed by the report voice that was only heard in military barracks.

"Lincoln Daventon, Secretary of the Ember Knight Order."

Margaret didn’t speak, just raised her glass towards Lann.

Meaning that only he could respond here.

"Come in."

Lann shouted, the door opened. A young man, already changed into a tight embroider jacket along with riding pants and boots, walked straight in.