MTL - Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 861 843. Repair

Now it seems that it is not that Qilin has no obsession with becoming stronger and more powerful.

At first, it had its horns broken off by the golden lion, and later it was blocked in the door and taught a lesson, and was almost hammered to death.

 This is still very exciting for it.

It's just a bad character that makes it difficult to be energetic in the process of living a peaceful life.

 But if it's like Lan En, and it slowly gets stronger in less than a month, it's still very exciting.

 To put it bluntly, I still want God to put food into my mouth and get something for nothing.

Even if Lan En had the option of enhanced surgery, he would still have to rely on his own knowledge and research to successfully implant the enhanced organ.

 So Qilin’s eagerness to get pie in the sky is destined to be of no use.

After understanding that Lan En's growth trajectory was "personalized customization", Qilin spent a long time either tilting his head and snorting, or shaking his mane and kicking his head.

 Looking very unhappy.

 And just like in the storybook, there are basically corresponding ladies and young ladies on the ship they are on, and their eyes are almost wired.

Under the silk runes of the magic harness, strands of blue arcs kept crackling.

But when the witcher looked at the surface of Lake Vizima in the distance, the number of passenger ships visiting the lake did not decrease at all. On the contrary, it seemed that there were many more knights.

Most of their armors have their respective family crests painted on them, and some of the helmets on their heads are even decorated with bright bird tail feathers. They are so gorgeously dressed that they look like knights out of a storybook.

The master witcher blacksmith returned to his shirtless appearance by the forge, swinging the hammer while jokingly looking at the bear cub next to him.

After all, the tide of Chaos Magic Power has not yet risen. Lan En just went out for a spin during the low period between the two tides.

“Generally, I don’t have any requirements for the ‘women’s pile’. In most cases, the ‘women’s pile’ insists on pulling me. Oh, you must understand, right? An experienced blacksmith master?”

But on the contrary, Lan En felt very happy watching the lazy Qilin shriveled up.

 So the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he just spat out heart-piercing venom from his mouth.

 The Lady of the Lake is not at the rift where the celestial spheres meet.

Lann first went to the blacksmith workshop of Valyrian Steel, and as expected, Berengar had returned. This means that Geralt should also be looking for work in Goth Velen now.

Helmets and armor, fully armed people were sitting on those cramped boats. I don’t know how these people were not afraid of losing their footing and falling into the water, being dragged by their own armor and drowning.

 “This is really strange.”

Lan En had no doubt that if there weren't a boatman on the boat and a lot of people on the lake, their boat would have rocked hard for a while before it could stop.

However, Lan En was not interested in this, so he turned over and rode on Qilin's back.

“Our great hero didn’t bury himself in a pile of women as soon as he came back? Instead, he came to visit the old blacksmith?”

Lann is already very experienced in Berengar’s ‘Wolf School’ style jokes.

Qilin kicked off its hooves and ran as if to leave all its troubles behind.

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Lan En, who returned to Gos Velen, did not say anything because he did not know the current situation of Triss and Margarita, so he was prepared to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Qilin took off his magic harness again and began to play on the sea. The flannel ball stayed in the academy.

As expected, Berengar's long face suddenly drooped.

There is no doubt that whether this guy was a demon hunter, a laborer at the dock, or even a master blacksmith now, he usually has to spend money to meet his physiological needs.

 Haven’t even experienced a discount! Not to mention ‘free of charge’!

With a "click", the hammer hit the red iron embryo hard, and the sparks splashed out all over Lan En. But the demon hunters of the Bear School couldn't feel anything at all thanks to their heavy armor.

 “Hey! What the **** are you crazy about, old guy? You burned me!”

Fergus, who was passing by, was burned and jumped up to three feet high, shouting and cursing.

 He and Yuna are now ready to start their own business and open their own blacksmith shop.

But his teacher, the dwarf master Tur Butcher, still didn't realize that in fact, his skills were not absorbed into Fergus's mind at all, but were all learned by the human girl Yuna.

He was very pleased to hear that Fergus was going to start his own business.

This makes both Fergus and Yuna feel a little guilty, so their mood swings have been a lot bigger recently.

However, considering that Yuna is the kind of person who is devoted to the blacksmith's skills, she is not a racist who is prepared to steal the dwarves' technology first and then drive the dwarves out of the city or even kill them.

 Lan felt that Tull Butcher's skills could be passed on to her quite well.

 The apprenticeship fee paid by Fergus is equivalent to the tuition fee given by Yuna.

Lane leaned over and patted Fergus on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. Then he took off the bearskin cape from his armor and the deck below, and handed them to Berengar.

 “I have business with you.”

Berengar saw Lan En's movement and stopped what he was doing and walked to the processing table next to the furnace.

 Lan En piled the heavy armor parts on the processing table with a clatter.

"I met a good player this time. The guy burned a small piece of my shoulder. Please help me see if the armor is okay."

 “Can it burn your shoulders?”

Berengar raised his eyes to look at Lan En in surprise, and then ground his back molars.

“Okay, it’s not unusual for anything to appear in the intersection of the celestial sphere. Let me take a look.”

 He unfolded Lan En's armor and cape on the table and stroked it inch by inch with his palm.

“The bear skin was burned through. Tsk, tsk, enchanted bear skins are like this. I can understand how painful it was for you.”

"But the Valyrian steel armor underneath is holding up, and there's no structural problem. I'll just replace it with a new enchanted bearskin. As it is now, you'll probably have to put [Quen's Sign" two more times than normal. 】, in order to fill the armor with chaotic magic power."

Berengar was talking about the solution while explaining the problem with the current armor to Lan.

Under normal circumstances, Lan En casts [Quen's Sign] almost twice. This set of Bear School Grandmaster Armor can automatically recycle the escaped chaos magic power and generate another [Quen's Sign] for him.

 However, the damage to the bearskin on the shawl significantly reduces the recovery efficiency of the escaped chaos magic power.

"give it to you."

Lan En said with relief, and then seemed to think of something again.

 He took out a piece of parchment from the alchemical leather bag on his waist. This was a drawing that had been drawn in the ancient Greek world.

 “Huh? What is this?”

Berengar, who was picking up his bearskin shawl, looked at the design drawings spread out in front of him and asked with interest.

 (End of this chapter)