Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1160 1142. Learn to get along

"Now when protecting the caravan, we face more attacks from the Scoia'tael than monsters. There are more Scoia'tael strongholds that people post notices to destroy than monster nests."

After he and Lambert disliked each other as usual and cursed each other, Berengar looked as if nothing had happened and explained Lan En's question seriously.

"You also know that normal demon hunters often adhere to 'neutrality'. We don't get involved in national hatred or racial conflicts. We only kill monsters without wisdom. Because that way there is no involvement and no trouble."

As Berengar said this, he asked Tur Butcher to sit down, and found a bench from the corner for Fergus and Yuna.

"Lambert doesn't reject killing. In fact, he was still thinking about playing when he killed highwaymen. But that was a passive and accidental response, and the psychological problem is completely different from the current situation of the Scoia'tael."

"If he takes another mission, he will go to kill elves, half-elves, and dwarves."

When talking about dwarves, Berengar looked at Master Tur Butcher with an apologetic look. The dwarf master pursed his lips and shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"Greetings, Grand Duke Lan En."

The dwarf forging master who had repaired Lan En's first set of armor first greeted the young demon hunter who was holding a workshop operation record seriously.

After receiving his response, he sat on the chair opposite Berengar.

"Don't be so polite, Master."

Lan En flipped through the records at a glance, and all the operation records that were recorded by Mentos for inspection and analysis were inserted back into the original position in the filing cabinet.

He turned around and smiled and said to the dwarf master and his two friends.

Fergus and Yuna, who were standing behind the master, did not seem nervous in front of him, after all, he had played Gwent with them before he left last time.

He also won a special edition leader card of Foltest from Fergus.

But for Tul Butcher, he had not had contact with Lann for a long time.

He only knew that this was the owner of a demon hunter armor that he had repaired before, and that this man had made a great name and done great things in the following few years.

"A duke without a fiefdom is not even as good as a baron, right?"

Lann was joking, but Tul Butcher curled his lips slightly.

Normally, the role of "duke without a fiefdom" would not exist at all.

Why would he wear a high hat without strength?

And if it was just a virtual title and title given by the king to his close ministers, it would be unlikely.

Because those grand dukes who really have strong strength and influence would think that this is an insult from the king.

But Lann's experience is obviously not an "ordinary situation".

Which duke came to power after defeating an unprecedented battle involving more than 100,000 people?

You are not a duke, and you do not have the strength of a duke. What right do you have to get involved in such a battle?

Are you the same as an ordinary duke? Can you be put together?

Moreover, Tur Butcher had not dealt with Lann very much, and he had no idea of ​​his temper, so he chose to be cautious when dealing with him.

Until Lann walked behind Berengar's seat, stood against the wall with his arms folded, showing a posture of "you guys talk".

The bald and bearded dwarf master turned his attention to the old demon hunter again.

"Ahem."

Under his lush white beard, Tur Butcher cleared his throat and said seriously.

"On behalf of most of the non-human blacksmiths in this Valyrian steel workshop, I come to meet and discuss with you, Berengar's technical director."

The position is mentioned, which represents the formality of this meeting.

Tur Butcher hoped that this was not just a private, unnecessary conversation between colleagues.

So Berengar, who was originally leaning on the table with his elbows and frowning, also raised his eyes and sat up straight.

"Okay, talk. Ah, I have spent all these months talking!"

"Come on, what do you want to say?"

Berengar spread his hands.

"In the past few months, humans have come to me and told me that non-human races cannot be trusted, and non-human races say they don't feel safe now. I really don't know how I, a demon hunter, can become a 'family' on both sides now?"

"We do feel unsafe, Berengar."

The dwarf master reached out and adjusted his lush beard.

"But it has nothing to do with you, but because of the overall social atmosphere. Now for some reason... Well, okay. There is no need to beat around the bush, it's because of the Scoia'tael."

The dwarf master sighed.

"The Scoia'tael attacked humans, and humans retaliated against the non-human races in the city when they couldn't catch them, so the situation escalated."

"Of course we feel unsafe. Yesterday, when I was going home from work, a few humans followed me with bad intentions. I flashed the axe on my belt, and those cowards turned around and ran away."

"What else did he say: Sooner or later, you dwarves will spit out the money and jobs you stole from humans."

The dwarf master sneered, tilted his head and spitted disdainfully.

"Bah! I won my job by hard work, talent and time-honed skills! It has nothing to do with those human thugs who are street thugs!"

"But."

Tur Butcher was disdainful at first, but he became serious at the end.

"But most of us still hope to work here, Berengar."

Although the old witcher was impatient, he still listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

"It's not because the wages here are so good. We are all skilled craftsmen, and most of us have experience in opening shops."

The dwarf counted on his fingers and listed the advantages of them to the old witcher.

"We are the craftsmen who have been exposed to this new type of steel since the emergence of Valyrian steel. No one in the world has more experience than us."

"We can just find another place to start work. People in those places who buy Valyrian steel billets will probably ask us to process them. No matter what, we will earn a lot."

"But we still feel that we must stay and work."

"Why?" Lan En, with his arms crossed, asked behind Berengar. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because we must learn to get along with humans, Grand Duke." Tur Butcher looked up at the young demon hunter expressionlessly.

"We have no choice. I knew this a hundred years ago, so I left Mahakam and came to the human world to open a shop."

"I must let you see with your own eyes that we are actually no different from you. We don't have to be on guard against each other like enemies. We don't have to kill each other to live in peace."

"I have always been committed to this. For this reason, I and others I represent believe that there is a need for such a platform where all races can come to work and treat each other equally."

"We need this platform as a display and proof, just like I found a human woman in the store."

"Although humans are probably not as talented as dwarves in blacksmithing, and few women can withstand furnace fire and high-temperature steel. But I still recruited her, even if it was just as a helper to do odd jobs."

As he said, Tul Butcher pointed to Fergus and Yuna behind him.

Lan, Fergus and Yuna looked at each other for a moment. When the dwarf master talked about his stereotype of human women, Yuna curled her lips in disapproval.

It can be seen that she has a contemptuous attitude towards this stereotype.

But under the current circumstances, Master Tur Butcher's performance is already rare and sober and progressive.

He is a person who wants to promote harmonious coexistence between races from a realistic perspective for the future of his own race.

"You don't have to worry about those things."

Berengar nodded after Tur Butcher finished speaking, indicating that he had always known.

"Work hard here, don't worry about other things. You also saw today that among those three bitches, two are human and one is a dwarf."

"This place not only treats everyone equally, but also treats anyone who wants to cause trouble equally."

At this point, Tur Butcher's statement on behalf of most of the non-human blacksmiths in the workshop was in place.

The rest of them couldn't do anything, so after nodding to Berengar and Lan again, the dwarf master took Fergus and Yuna out.

After they walked out, Lan came to the place where the dwarf master had just sat, sat down, and looked at Berengar with interest.

"It doesn't seem like this should be your job, to mediate conflicts among employees."

"Yes." Berengar sighed tiredly and annoyed, "I'm just a technical supervisor, in charge of technology. This kind of thing has nothing to do with me."

"But who can suppress them with my technology and my force? Although the supervisor sent by Aretusa is powerful, these blacksmiths look down on him."

When Berengar started the Valyrian steel business, he joined as a technical supervisor.

The person who specifically manages the workshop and production is a specialist sent by Aretusa, equivalent to a professional manager.

But unexpectedly, under the current circumstances, Berengar, who was once despised and rejected, and was not accepted by humans or non-humans, has suddenly become the reason for both sides to trust him.

Position is more important than ability most of the time.

So although Berengar's management ability is completely inferior to the professional manager sent by Aretuza, he can be considered by both sides not to be biased towards the other side, so they are willing to listen to him to mediate.

The professional manager dared not show up at this moment.

"I will issue a commission to Lambert in the name of the academy, and let him be responsible for maintaining the security along the road of the workshop during the workshop's off-work and on-work hours."

Lan said to Berengar.

"No sword, no killing. Use fists, at most a stick. He is also a demon hunter, and has the same advantage in this matter as you."