Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 277. 276. Successful Reappearance
Berengar is a witcher fueled by hormonal mutations.When Lane first met him, he was using his wages as a longshoreman to meet his physical needs.

He has eaten and seen it in his long life.

The old guy couldn't believe that this sorceress with angry eyes could 'keep her distance' as she said.

But look at Lan En's expression hey!He believed it!He really believed it!

At the wine table, Triss changed from the dull embarrassment she had when she was sitting alone with Berengar.

She described the current situation and changes in Vizima to Lan En with that clear voice like an oriole.

Foltest is having a headache with several border disputes with neighboring countries. The original subordinates of Stessa were a little restless, but they were directly suppressed by the king's backhand.
Berengar looked at the royal sorceress advisor who would regularly ride a horse to the Dark Water, and felt that compared to the previous days, even her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be alive now.

well.

The old witcher confirmed his judgment even more.

Men and women love this kind of thing, don't expect to be able to control it when the atmosphere is up.

In this regard, the kid in front of me is still a stunned young man, but I believe that he will mature soon.

"why are you laughing?"

Lan raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to ask Berengar, who was holding a wine glass and smiling strangely.

Berengar covered the lower half of his face with a drinking posture, and replied in a low voice.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just suddenly felt that your Xiong School didn't seem to be very comprehensive when training you."

Did Lan Enxin say that you are not talking nonsense?My knowledge of alchemy, curses, and monsters is still made up by you.

In the subsequent chat, Triss did not keep staring at Lan En's side face.And also distanced himself from him to prevent his body from accidentally rubbing against the other party, causing some magical 'reactions'.

And after another round of drinking, he rode straight away from the Dark Water and headed for Vizima.

"You've been laughing since just now, Berengar! You haven't even stopped."

After Triss's hooves went away, Lan En looked firmly at the old witcher in front of him.

"Hey, I just got back from work on a dangerous trip to another world, and you treat your friends and employers like this? What's so funny?"

The old witcher's big wooden cup of beer hadn't been removed from his mouth, and now he spoke in a low voice.

"I thought of something happy. Puchi!"

"Okay! Don't look at me like a scumbag! This is the first time since I met you that I feel less useless! Don't try to deprive me of this fun!"

Berengar said firmly.

"You have to experience this matter yourself, gain your own experience! Without this kind of experience, you will regret it in your future life! Remember, young demon hunter. This is what the elders taught you."

Lan En didn't really want to get to the bottom of it, so he sneered and didn't talk about it, and easily pierced the old witcher's good sense of self with his backhand.

"Failure."

"You, an elder who teaches, have to add an attributive in front of it—'failed'."

Mentos presented a batch of firework special effects on Lan En's retina at the right time, with two large characters in the middle, "Blast!"

It has to be said that the biological intelligence brain is becoming more and more flattering.

But Berengar has long been a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water.

As a demon hunter, I work as a laborer to earn overtime pay. I still care about what you said?

Just rely on your boy's face, this physique, and this magic power to react. Heh, there will be plenty of fun to watch in the future!

The female sorceress' fight is guaranteed to be more exciting than the knight's storybook!

Holding the attitude of looking forward to the future, Berengar only felt that the Kaedwen stout mixed with water in the glass was a little bit cold.

"Okay, let's not joke when Triss is gone. Let's go, I'll show you the goods, Mr. 'Employer'."

The big wooden cup hit the table with a "bang", and the old witcher stood up confidently.

Lane also remembered that when he walked into the gap between the celestial spheres this time, Berengar had almost completed the progress of replicating Valyrian steel.

After a few months, he must have achieved results.

After all, when he talked about his blacksmithing skills, he always said, "Even if dwarves are included in this world, there are not many blacksmiths who have been blacksmithing longer than me."

Lan En also drank the remaining half bottle of rye vodka in one gulp.

The cold high alcohol passed his throat, and only at this time can he feel his own hot body temperature through the contrast.

The high body temperature without discomfort made him feel better when he had a cold drink.

"Huh~ let's go. I have learned a lot of powerful new things in this different world, and the ordinary hand and half sword is already a bit uncomfortable. The replica of Valyrian steel is completed, just give me a change of equipment."

Berengar was full of confidence: "Your investment is absolutely worth it, don't worry."

The two walked out of the lively tavern, and as soon as they opened the door, the hot air in the tavern swirled out through the crack of the door, turning into a cloud of white mist visible to the naked eye in the cold air.

The villagers of Darkwater have accepted Berengar's existence.

He used Lan En's investment to occupy half of the blacksmith shop in the village, as well as equipment.as his workbench.

Lan En followed Berengar into it, and saw the old witcher take out a standard-sized steel ingot from the sundry bag on the ground, and gestured to Lan En with a smile.

"call out!"

Lan En's slender and neat eyebrows couldn't help raising, and he whistled.

"The texture is so beautiful."

The steel ingot held in Berengar's hand had the same pattern as the blade of the dragonbone dagger on Lane's back waist.

The wavy pattern, the black part is like deep black smoke.

"Don't just look at the pattern, look at the quality."

Berengar folded his arms and looked confident.

Lan En pulled out the keel dagger from his back waist, and pulled it on the steel ingot with the back of the knife.

After a sound of steel rubbing, the place where it was in contact with the back of the knife was put in front of the cat's eyes for a closer look.

"Sir, with the limit of your eyesight as the standard of observation, this steel ingot is no different from Valyrian steel in terms of hardness. In other words, this is a Valyrian steel ingot."

Mentos made an analysis through Lan En's eyes, and Lan En nodded knowingly.

"You did succeed, Berengar. Congratulations, you have forged a steel that has never appeared in this world."

A piece of Valyrian steel ingot this big is enough to exchange for a small castle in Arya's world!

Because there, this is not only a weapon substrate that can be handed down from generation to generation.The weapons it makes are symbols of noble blood and family.

For this symbol, a lot of nobles are willing to bleed.

But when the technology crosses the world, the process of reproducing it is not very difficult and costly because of the different knowledge of each world.

According to Berengar, such a piece of Valyrian steel ingot of the standard size of the Temerian Blacksmiths Guild would cost around fifty oren.

Compared with the magic resistance refined into ingots, it is twice as cheap!
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