MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 192 191 Hidden atmosphere

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  Chapter 192 191. The underlying atmosphere

The old demon hunter looked at Lan En's smile and couldn't help but be stunned.

  Then he seemed to react suddenly and shook his head.

 “Damn, **** it. Don’t smile at me again!”

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

 “This is the first time I hear an employee make such a request to the boss.”

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

Lane teased the old witcher with a soot-faced face.

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

“tui~ As you said, the forging technique for this kind of steel is not complicated. I studied it for almost two weeks and it was done.”

"But again, I need magical assistance."

"I estimate that the magic power required 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 know how to analyze the spell, right?"

 “Understood.” Lan En nodded understandingly. "So I brought you the spell I analyzed."

Lann took out a piece of parchment from the armor's pocket and handed it to Berengar.

The old demon hunter took it suspiciously.

“Forget it about the rough work of blacksmithing, can the delicate work of traceability spells be completed in a few weeks? Oh my god!”

That spell is not too long, and it is not difficult to pronounce according to the common professional standards of witchers.

So Berengar remembered it after just one glance.

As this mantra was memorized in his mind, the entire parchment suddenly burst into flames as if something had been triggered.

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

Lan En stood aside with his arms crossed, smiling evilly.

"How about it? This is the power of a serious warlock, Dean of Arethusa."

In fact, after Lann revealed the spell about Valyrian steel reforging to Margarita, the sorceress completed the spell in less than half a day.

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

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 record in the history of magic, the origin of this technology should be the original blood sacrifice ritual.

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

 “Simple, right?”

Lann spread his hands towards Berengar, who nodded repeatedly, as if he had gained a lot of inspiration from it.

“It’s very simple, but if we just rely on witchers without the help of professionals, we will never be able to trace the source of this curse in our lifetime.”

“Indeed, expertise is the answer to most problems. How long until you can produce Valyrian steel, even as a prototype?”

Young people asked about the progress of the replica project.

Berengar touched his chin and estimated the time.

 “It takes two weeks to produce something.”

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

“Then just wait, I will definitely keep the first one to myself!”

  It is inevitable for demon hunters to be obsessed with weapons and armor. It is difficult for these people who live by violence and killing to have a sense of security.

 It is precisely because of this that it is difficult for them not to be fascinated by weapons and equipment that are life-protection. Even a demon hunter like Berengar who is determined to retire will definitely install a display rack of weapons and armor in his house if he has the opportunity.

  At this point, Lan En pulled out the money bag from his waist with some pain in 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 firmly pulled the money bag away from the young man's hand. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Berengar smiled crookedly, with the look of someone who had experienced it, and could see through Lan En's embarrassment at a glance.

 “Are you short of money? Did you enjoy spending it after making a lot of money? Don’t look like that. Demon hunters who place a big order for the first time all behave like this.”

"Looking at your arm armor, it's a masterpiece. It must have cost a lot of money. You're really willing to give it up. The demon hunter always feels that he can make more money with his next order, so he spends it very generously. I bet you, With that proud expression on your face when you first came back, even if you didn't have that face and went to Vizima's tavern, the bartender would come to you automatically!"

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

  "Isn't it uncomfortable? It's okay to feel uncomfortable! This is the old timer teaching you to look down on life! Come on, go have a drink, I'll treat you."

While drinking, Lan En learned that the last time Margarita came here, she directly suppressed the rent for a whole year and bought all the guest rooms in the hotel.

This level of luxury made the demon hunters gasp in surprise.

 “If I were you, I would retire immediately!”

Berengar said this, 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 inclination, was very calm.

 “I also know it would be easy but I just can’t do it! What can I do?!”

 “Okay, young people who have never experienced real poverty just don’t have brains! But you are good-looking.”

Berengar drank the rye vodka in the quilt with a depressed gulp.

 “Even if I’m having **** with Margarita, there’s still Triss in Vegemari.”

 “Hey, don’t make it sound like you’re telling the truth.”

Lan put down his cup and protested to Berengar.

 The old witcher was noncommittal.

"Yes, she is not a 'secret'. She is a very popular figure in Temeria now. But you want to say that she has no idea about you? Which royal consultant would go to this barren lake every week? Why don’t you go to a border village and go through the portal?”

“You said she comes here once a week? Looking for me?”

Lan En looked slightly stunned.

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

The only explanation is that Margarita kicked Triss away from the "address book" of the cone crystal?

The hidden conflict between the sorceresses made Lan En slightly stunned. He was really inexperienced, but instinctively felt that he should not get involved in this muddy water, otherwise things would go badly wrong.

 It can be regarded as 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 two things that men must talk about when drinking - history and politics.

Sure enough, Berengar's interest immediately arose.

However, limited by his vision and educational experience, after Berengar had a bunch of unsatisfactory opinions, only one left an impression on Lan En.

"Foltest's spies gave him the news that Calanthe, the lioness of Cintra, intends to marry her granddaughter Cirilla to Prince Verdon. This will strengthen his defense against Nilfgaard. Alliance.”

Although it is only an intention, in this intention of cooperation between kingdoms, as long as there are no problems between the kingdoms, the parties involved do not have the right to refute.

This little princess of Cintra will most likely become the wife of Prince Verdon.

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

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

The power of the Nilfgaardian Empire is not yet widely felt in Temeria, but it has already made its northern neighbors uneasy to such an extent.

 Atmosphere sometimes reflects a trend.

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

 He hoped that this was the delusion of a stranger.

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