Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 192 191. The Hidden Atmosphere

Seeing Lan En's smile, the old witcher couldn't help but froze.

Then, as if reacting suddenly, he shook his head.

"Damn it, hell. Don't laugh at me from now on!"

Lan En tilted his head indifferently, got off his horse, and walked towards Berengar.

"It's the first time I've heard employees make such a request to their boss."

"That's fine. Let's talk about it, old man. How is the work done? I won't pay if I'm not satisfied."

Lane teased the soot-faced old witcher.

Berengar found a towel to wipe his face, tilted his head and spit on the ground.

"tui~ This kind of steel is as you said, the forging technique is not complicated. I studied it for about two weeks and finished it."

"But still the problem, I need magical assistance."

"I guess the magic power needed for this kind of steel is not huge, and the magic is not complicated. But I am a demon hunter. If I am asked to lift the curse, I am good at it. You understand the spell analysis, right?"

"Understood." Lan En nodded in understanding. "So I brought you the spell I analyzed."

Lann pulled a piece of parchment from his armor pocket and handed it to Berengar.

The old witcher took it suspiciously.

"It's okay to do the rough work of blacksmithing, but the fine work of tracing the spell can be done in a few weeks, my god!"

The spell wasn't too long, and it wasn't a mouthful for a witcher's normal level of proficiency.

So Berengar took a look and remembered it.

And as the spell was memorized in his mind, the whole parchment seemed to have some conditions triggered, and it spontaneously ignited.

In the blink of an eye, not even ashes were left.

Lan En stood aside with his arms folded, smirking badly.

"How is it? This is the magic power of the dean Arethusa."

In fact, it took less than half a day for the sorceress to complete the spell after Lane revealed to Margarita about the Valyrian steel reforging spell.

The secret of making Valyrian steel was also revealed to the two after the spell was resolved.

In the casting process of this kind of steel, in addition to magic power and raw materials, there is also the key—blood containing magic power.

According to the analysis of Ms. Margarita, who has a good grade in the history of magic, the origin of this technology should be the original blood sacrifice ceremony.

After being modified and improved on the basis of the original blood, it evolved into a curse.

"Simple, right?"

Lan En spread his hands towards Berengar, and the other party nodded repeatedly, as if a lot of inspiration had sprouted from it.

"It's very simple, but if we rely on demon hunters without the help of professionals, then we will not be able to trace the source of this curse for the rest of our lives."

"Indeed, a specialist is the answer to most problems. How long will you be able to produce Valyrian steel? Even as a prototype?"

The young man asked about the progress of the replica project.

Berengar rubbed his chin and estimated the time.

"The output will take two weeks anyway."

"Come on, I was hoping to get a Valyrian steel sword to play with."

"Then you just wait, I will definitely keep the first one for myself!"

Demon hunters' obsession with weapons and armor is inevitable. It is difficult for these people who live by violence and killing to feel safe.

And it is precisely because of this that it is difficult for them not to be fascinated by the weapons and equipment that guarantee their lives.Even for a demon hunter like Berengar who is determined to retire, if given the chance, he would definitely install a display stand for weapons and armor in his house.

Speaking of this, Lan En pulled out the money bag from his back waist with some pain on his face, and handed it to Berengar slowly.

The old witcher was not polite at all. When he reached out to grab the money bag, even though he felt Lan En's reluctance, he still resolutely tore the money bag away from the young man's hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk" Berengar smiled crookedly, with an expression of someone who had been there, and saw through Lan En's embarrassment at a glance.

"Aren't you short of money? After earning a lot of money, it's fun to spend it? Don't put on that expression, all the demon hunters who make a big deal for the first time are virtuous."

"Look at your arm armor, it's a masterpiece. It must have cost you a lot. It's really worth it. Demon hunters always feel that they can earn more with their next order, so they are very bold when they spend it. I bet you, With the smug expression on your face when you first came back, even if you went to the tavern in Vizima without this face, the bartenders would automatically come to the door!"

Berengar weighed the money bag up and down, and the crisp sound of coins colliding inside made Lan En's heart ache even more.

"Uncomfortable? It's okay to be uncomfortable! This is the old man teaching you to look down on life! Let's go and drink, I'll treat you."
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While drinking, Lan En found out that when Margarita came over last time, she directly suppressed the rent for a whole year and sold all the rooms in the hotel.

This level of extravagance can't help but make the demon hunters click their tongues together.

"If I were you, I would retire immediately!"

Berengar said so, with three parts envy, three parts jealousy and four parts hatred on his face like a palette.

On the contrary, Lan En, who was the object of emotional tilt, was very calm.

"I know it's easy but I just can't do it! What can I do?!"

"Okay, young people who haven't experienced real poverty just don't have brains! But you look good."

Berengar gulped down the rye vodka in the blanket with a depressed gulp.

"Even if it's blowing with Margarita, Vikimari still has Triss."

"Hey, don't make it sound like you're talking about something."

Lan put down his glass and protested to Berengar.

The old witcher was noncommittal.

"Yeah, she's not a 'bad thing', she's the hottest thing in Temeria right now. But you're saying she doesn't care about you? Which royal advisor goes to this shitty lake every week Border villages, don’t you need to travel through the portal?”

"You said she came here once a week? Looking for me?"

Lan En looked slightly taken aback.

He has always carried the cone-shaped crystal used for communication. If he comes near Vizima, Triss should feel it.

The only explanation is that Margarita kicked Triss away from the 'contact book' of the cone crystal?
The hidden conflict between the sorceresses made Lan En slightly speechless. He was really inexperienced, but he instinctively felt that he should not get involved in this muddy water, otherwise something bad would happen.

It's a man's survival instinct.

"Triss will talk to you when she comes over, right? Is there any news recently?"

Lan En quickly changed the topic to the two things that men must talk about when drinking-history and politics.

Sure enough, Berengar's interest rose immediately.

However, limited by his vision and educational experience, Berengar had only one opinion that impressed Lan En after a bunch of opinions that were not nutritious.

"Foltest's spies gave him news that Calanthe, the lioness of Cintra, intends to marry her granddaughter, Ciriella, to Prince Verden. alliance."

Although it is only an intention, in this intention of cooperation between the kingdoms, as long as there is no problem between the kingdoms, the parties have no right to refute.

The little princess of Sintra is probably going to be the wife of Prince Verdon.

Lan En noticed this news because of his own external declaration, that is, "Lan of Cintra".

At the same time, his keen sense of smell also captured a hidden message——

The might of the Nilfgaardian Empire is not yet well felt in Temeria, but it has already disturbed its northern neighbors to such an extent.

Atmosphere, sometimes reflects a trend.

The rumor of this marriage made Lan En smell the smell of blood and steel.

He hoped that this was the illusion of a foreigner.

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