Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1245 1217. Theoretical research is unlucky

Lan En put the gloves on his hands again, pushed open the door of Tisaya's room, and walked out with the sorceress.

Both of them looked normal.

Although the demon hunter's body recovers magic power quickly, special cases like Lan En have extraordinary reserves and extraordinary recovery speed.

But compared to a sorceress of Tisaya's level, it still seems shallow.

After lowering the sensitivity of her whole body, Tissaya drained Lan En dry more than twenty times.

But this is nothing more than restoring one's own magic power to a few tenths, or even one percent, of what it was before the curse was released.

She still felt empty, but at least it didn't feel like she had a high fever like before, and even her brain's reaction was slowed down by several beats.

To the outside world, it's barely normal.

This also made the researchers and scholars who originally noticed something was wrong with Tissaya and were cautious not to say anything because they didn't understand magic, but now came over to show concern, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm a bit doubtful now whether this is a suitable place for a holiday."

Tissaya and Lan walked together on the wooden stairs towards the weapons and lynx pavilion where they had lunch. On the way, I smiled and nodded to the scholars who occasionally passed by and greeted me.

"The uncomfortable feeling of losing the magic of chaos that can be replenished at any time. If it was Margarita just now, she would not be satisfied until she milked you until late at night."

As her body started to feel better, Tisaya still had the heart to tease her students.

"Wow." Lan En said with an expressionless expression.

In fact, the low period of magic power is not very tiring for him, and he recovers quickly, so he doesn't take it to heart very much.

"Then you still use me to help?"

Lan asked Tissaya.

"You have recovered very little now, and I am not under any pressure. I just need to eat more."

If an ordinary demon hunter is sucked out of magic like this, even if he maintains adequate nutritional intake to maintain body functions, he will probably appear empty and weak.

Because the transformation speed of nutrients in the body cannot keep up with the pace.

However, Lan En has modified high-energy blood, and the conversion and storage rates of nutrients after entering the body are very high, so that he can keep up with the needs of the sorceress.

But Tissaya stopped after taking two more steps, and after thinking for a moment, she still shook her head.

"Still not."

"Tissaya." Lan En called her name and scratched his head helplessly. "You don't have to worry about what happened before. It's about your physical condition. It was just an accident that didn't matter."

"No."

Even though Lan En said this, the sorceress still insisted on her opinion after a slight hesitation.

"Now the chaos magic in my body is enough to keep me in a normal physical state, and although this state prevents me from casting magic anymore."

"But just in time, I want to use this time to limit my instinct to rely on magic. This may allow me to make progress in some more theoretical research fields."

"In my previous life, magic always seemed too convenient to me."

"A theoretical field?" Lan En became interested. He looked at the sorceress in surprise, "For example?"

Tisaya raised her eyes and glanced at the young demon hunter. She felt like she was rolling her eyes, but with her blushing face, she looked even more charming.

"For example, the elf beacon you use to record the world. No matter who the elf is that makes this beacon, the study of teleportation and positioning from the perspective of the 'world' has been of great help to me."

"I'm looking forward to getting more inspiration from the ideas of this elf beacon."

Lan En didn't say anything more about the areas he didn't quite understand.

He shrugged and made a dramatic flourish: "Your body, ma'am."

After saying that, they just finished walking up the wooden stairs and climbed to the weapons and lynx pavilion on the third floor of the Star Stronghold.

Tisaya went to find a stone table to sit on alone.

Lan En, who felt that he was being deliberately avoided, was not entangled. The two of them had just experienced an embarrassing scene, and it was good for them to keep their distance now.

He ran to share a table with Berengar and the leader of the second group who was hanging out with Berengar.

Today’s set menu is seafood cheese risotto, paired with a large piece of simmered grass-fed dragon steak, and pineapple-flavored beer.

If you don't want to eat the daily standard set meal, you can also ask the chef to make a designated set meal by paying extra or using your accumulated survey points.

Lan En actually has investigation points in his hand, which he accumulated during a series of missions last time.

But he felt that there was nothing wrong with the daily set menu, especially since all the ingredients were fresh, paired with the chef's skills, and the overwhelming vitality of the New World's plants and animals.

What more could you ask for?

Lan En, who queued up to get three sets of today's set meals, sat down at the table of the other two people with his dinner plate.

There were three "bang bang bang" sounds, and the sound of the dinner plate falling was loud enough. The food of the New World Investigation Team was as rough as ever, but it was also as durable and solid as ever.

"I have a good appetite today." Berengar was holding an empty scallop shell in his hand and raised his eyebrows at Lan En.

As he spoke, he moved the dinner plate to the side of the leader of the second phase group to make room.

Lan En was not polite. He immediately put his three portions aside and said while eating, "I consumed too much today."

The dark-skinned man with one eye held the big wine glass and smiled.

"Playing with the body of a 40-meter-long Dino Tyrannosaurus is outrageous even if it doesn't consume a lot of money."

Although the word 'consumption' in the other person's mouth was somewhat different from what he wanted to express, Lan En just shook his head, picked up the meat skewers inserted on the dinner plate and ate it.

When the chef is preparing the queue, he is used to pouring liquor on the stone slab of the bar, lighting it, and covering it.

After the smoldering is over, cut the soft and juicy dragon steak into mahjong-sized pieces, put them on iron skewers and grill them over an open fire for a while.

When serving food, stick the iron pick on the plate.

"The body of [Lord of the Mist Nest], after being processed today, I guess there will be no problem."

Speaking of corpses, Lan En mentioned it to the leader of the second phase regiment.

"Are you interested in those materials? You can keep a little more then."

Originally, Lan En thought that the other party would be very excited about the two monster materials that many craftsmen would never have the chance to see once in their lifetime.

But after finishing speaking, Lan En saw the leader of the second group put down his wine glass a little hesitantly, and turned to touch his steel brush-like beard.

"Hey, the material of the Dread Tyrannosaurus." He sighed first, and then sighed again, "Hey, [Lord of the Mist Nest]!"

He looked like he was both disgusted and wanted at the same time.

It turns out that the material used to make the Dino Tyrannosaurus has always been unlucky in the circle of craftsmen in this world.

Its dark green skin is smooth and tough, covered with messy scars from old wounds, as well as blood scabs left by cruel predation.

Not only does it stink, it's also difficult to deal with.

Coupled with the ecological destructive power of the Dino Tyrannosaurus and its terrifying predatory posture, craftsmen generally regard it as a material that is unlucky enough to take over.

"Oh, the symbolism is unlucky." Berengar understood the unspoken rules and customs in the blacksmith industry.

He suddenly nodded happily: "Then leave it to me! I just use this thing to practice, so you can do me a favor and be a guide on the side."

The old demon hunter's long face turned to the leader of the second group.

After he came to this new continent, he felt more and more that the monsters on this continent were incredible. Even the technology that could 'really utilize' these monster materials, he also felt that it was awesome and wanted to learn it.

As an apprentice, you should first pick up the dirty and hard work that the master is unwilling to do, and then let yourself become familiar with it.

Berengar still understands this.

The leader of the second phase team was also very happy. Of course he was happy that someone could help him do the most troublesome pre-processing of the Dino Tyrannosaurus material.

Laughing immediately, the two blacksmiths raised their glasses and clinked them.

The aroma of pineapple ripples out from the sloshing of the wine.

"You two look very familiar. I thought you might dislike each other."

Lan En watched the interaction between the two of them, and he picked it up with interest and took a sip.

"You have only known each other for half a day."

"It's not that much trouble for craftsmen to talk." Berengar wiped away the beer foam at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Especially for relatively pure craftsmen like us."

Lan En tilted his head speechlessly.

"Besides, don't think I don't know what you wanted to do by dragging me here."

The old demon hunter looked at Lan En with a sneer.

"Just to introduce a resort? This is really a lot of effort."

"Hehe." Lan En shrugged and smiled, "I really can't hide it from you."

And when he smiled, Berengar, who had originally sneered at him, stopped laughing.

The old demon hunter had habitually turned his head and looked away.

On the other hand, the head of the second phase of the group, who was rough and arrogant, had little impact.

"The two of us have been studying the trophies you brought here all morning." The big man with one eye, the one eye seemed to be gleaming when he said this!

"What a good thing! It's very strong in terms of physical defense, and it also has good resistance to high temperatures."

"But time is limited, and we haven't tested the resistance to lightning, low temperature, and water properties. By the way, who polished and shaped these scales and dragon skin? The craftsmanship is also very good!"

"Berengar told you about the owner of the dragon scales and skin, right? He was the dwarf who captured the country."

Lan En said while putting a spoonful of rice that was stained yellow by the juice of the seafood and covered with melted cheese into his mouth.

"They made this for me. They said that the strength of the scales has reached the point where it is difficult to process. In order to prevent others from being helpless, they simply ground them into armor plates that can be used directly."

"Hey, who are you looking down on?"

Berengar curled his lips and said something stubborn out of habit. But in the end I added it sincerely.

"But their level is really high. These rough-processed dragon scales can be processed again and then formed into various structures."