Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1380 1352. Encounter at the market

Lan En came out as usual this time. He wanted to chat with his old friend Berengar and replenish the gadgets he had consumed.

Such as throwing knives, shackles, padlocks and other consumables.

At the critical moment, Lan En's current combat power can no longer use these things.

But anyone who has traveled far away should know that these gadgets can save a lot of trouble when used. What's more, Lan En's 'travel' is often extremely dangerous.

You can reduce trouble by being more prepared, and there is certainly no reason not to do it.

In addition, this armor also needs to be maintained by Berengar. [Smaug]'s materials are good on the one hand, but careful maintenance is also very important.

Lan En walked towards the edge of the city, right in the area of ​​large workshops that had sprung up in recent years due to the Valyrian steel business.

Most of the time I walked on the dirt, and a small part of the time I had the opportunity to walk on the stone pavement.

Lan En first passed the City Hall. Above the head of this official building, the weather vane in the shape of a golden rooster was spinning in circles with the sea breeze.

Then there is the fish market, which is fishy but unique to Gos Velen.

There are many seagulls on the roofs here, all waiting to eat the fish’s internal organs after they have been disembowelled.

The noise of their squawking is disturbing, but looking at the expressions of the fishmongers bargaining, quarreling and cursing with the passing crowds as usual, it seems that people have become completely accustomed to this sound.

On the streets of the fish market, many wild cats pretended to be indifferent to everything, but they also regarded seagulls and fish offal as their targets.

After passing the fish market, we should have continued walking diagonally towards the base of the city wall, passed the market square that is as famous as the fish market in this city, and arrived at the large workshop area.

But after Lan En passed by the market square, he took a few steps back and looked at the extremely crowded market square.

"Today is the market day?"

Lan En murmured doubtfully under the shadow of the hood.

Then Mentos projected the date table that had been adjusted as soon as he came back.

Indeed, today is market day.

The two markets in the city were originally supposed to be equally famous, but today the market square is overwhelmingly more popular than the fish market.

There are two rallies at the beginning and middle of each month, but Lan En usually misses them because he is traveling outside. He has nothing that he needs to go to the market to buy himself.

So even though he has been in Gos Velen for more than two years, he has never gone in to see it during the market.

This time is no exception.

What made Lan En pause and retreat twice was mainly because he heard a familiar voice amidst the noise of the market.

But it was so chaotic here that even with his extraordinary sense as a demon hunter, he felt that he had just heard a hallucination.

"Berengar!" Lan En stretched his head and shouted inside, "Berengar?"

No one responded, because Lan En's voice was also confused by the noise.

But fortunately, with his superhuman height and observation ability, Lan En had already seen the familiar long face that was somewhat similar to the primitive man.

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Gos Velen's market today is even more crowded and noisy than Novigrad's Dock Square.

In comparison, the fish market Lan En passed just now was as quiet as a temple performing morning prayers.

Not only was it noisy, it was also crowded like a school of sardines.

Just standing outside and watching will make people lose the courage to 'squeeze in'.

Fortunately, Lan En doesn't care about this.

There was even an interesting smile on the young man's lips under his hood.

It was quite interesting for him to catch a show occasionally.

Especially after experiencing the dreamland of Yanan, this truly spooky journey.

Lan En even thought about bringing Maria and Adeline over to experience what "popularity" means.

The vendors were yelling, the customers were yelling even louder, and the lost children were crying. Cattle and sheep are also in the market, as are chickens, ducks and geese, all waiting to be sold or slaughtered on site. The sounds of various livestock huddled together.

An ensemble of flutes, violins and lutes came from the corner of the square. It was obvious that there were bards and musicians trying to make a fortune from the traffic.

But the annoying thing is that a trumpet seller, who is clearly not a musician and the trumpet is not an instrument for playing, still keeps playing.

Lan En was so excited by the terrible "advertisement sound" that he looked embarrassed, shrank his neck and leaned away. It's not music at all.

If he was in a fighting state, he wouldn't care about noise interference or anything like that. But now that he is in a relaxed mood, his requirements for the environment and music have naturally increased.

The young demon hunter would not be pushed by the surging crowd. On the contrary, he was more afraid of being squeezed into others, so he was cautious when walking.

However, with his agility, he still paid for a fried pancake on the way.

It was a stall owned by a rude and gloomy half-elf. It said it was fried pancakes, but in fact Lan En looked more like egg pancakes, except that the pie crust was stuffed with sweet fillings like raspberry jam.

The rich raspberry sweetness and oil mixed together made Lan En feel better again.

The sound of the trumpet also disappeared, and the player who played the trumpet must have been stabbed to death.

Lan En pouted, complaining in his mind.

After the two of them finished eating the 'cake filled with raspberry jam', they dodged a wild cat that scurried past, and a camel with strong body odor and frizzy hair passed in front of them.

Lan En finally walked to his friend's side.

Berengar was arguing with a dwarf who ran a blacksmith shop in the market.

The dwarf had an impatient expression on his face, and he was banging on the steel plate with his hands. Whenever he had time, he would take a few sips from the iron jug, then tilt his head and spit out curses.

"How many times have I advised you? Why don't you go over to the workshop area and work hard? You have to make things uncomfortable with Master Butcher, right?"

"That old ghost is unhappy with me! Isn't it okay if I don't earn this money? What a shame."

"Don't you earn this money?" In order to prevent his voice from being muffled by the noisy market, Berengar had veins on his neck when he shouted. "Easy for you to say!"

"You think I care about your bad skills? I'm a fucking master blacksmith!"

"The key is now! You, a dwarf, walked away angrily! What do you think of other dwarf and half-elf craftsmen? Don't you think you have been wronged by the human craftsmen?"

"Then I'll go over and explain it to them myself!" the dwarf blacksmith slapped the wine bottle on the table and shouted, "This is my personal conflict and has nothing to do with anything else!"

"Explain clearly? You?" Berengar sneered, "You said it and others believed it? Others only believed it. I covered your mouth!"

"There are many people in Temeria prison who have been wrongly accused. Why don't they explain themselves clearly? No one believes them even if they say it!"

Berengar's aura overwhelmed the dwarf, although he didn't know whether this aura was because of his loud voice or because of his status as a master blacksmith.

But Lan En, who had already walked over, reached out and patted the grandmaster on the shoulder.

Berengar turned his head impatiently and looked suspiciously up and down at the hooded and cloaked man who greeted him.

"Hello, sir. What's the matter?"

The master blacksmith, who was famous for Valyrian steel in Temeria, and even the entire North and Nilfgaard, spoke impatiently with a bit of distress.

"There's no need to make connections. It's okay if you wear this magic cloak to scare the gangsters. I don't have any discounts here. If you want to buy something, just go to the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce office next to the workshop area and ask. "

After speaking as if it was business, Berengar was ready to turn away and continue to struggle with the stubborn dwarf blacksmith.

Lan En tilted his head.

Using his height, he looked left and right above the crowd.

Nowadays, the market square is crowded with people, but in addition to tall horses and tall animals such as camels, there are indeed several people like him.

Wearing a hood and cloak, it seemed at first glance that there was a figure of 2.45 meters tall walking around.

It seems that with its popularity and functionality that can confuse observations, the magic cloak has spread quite a lot.

But take a closer look, and you will see that the tall figures other than Lan En, whose seemingly majestic bodies are being squeezed to and fro in the surging crowd, are drifting with the tide.

It's still quite different from Lan En's posture of standing still when others squeeze in.

It's just that now there are so many people that no one can see what's happening two or three steps away, so no one notices the difference.

Lan En sneered, stretched out his arm from under the cloak, and put it on Berengar's shoulder.

The old demon hunter is still upset, who is not giving up and wants to have a relationship with him.

But then, he saw the palm on his shoulder and the gauntlet wrapping the palm.

And not only did he see it, the dwarf blacksmith who had just taken a sip immediately opened his eyes and spat out the wine he had not yet swallowed!

That armor...!

Berengar glared at the dwarf blacksmith, then stopped talking to him, turned around and pushed Lan into the chaotic crowd.

With the current level of crowding, if you take more than one step from the front of the stall, you will be buried in the crowd.

The two immediately escaped from the dwarf's sight.

"You're back? When? Why don't you say anything?"

Berengar said as he squeezed. There are many people in the market and there are noisy voices, but it is possible to talk peacefully in the chaos.

"I just came back!" Lan En lowered his head and said, but he had to shout despite the lively background sound. "I was going to find you, but I bumped into you. What are you doing here?"

Berengar pinched his brow in pain and shouted with his eyes closed.

"There is a dwarf craftsman who quits his job and resigned."

"He is very skilled?" Lan En asked curiously.

"Technology? He's stupid! He's just a little more efficient, nothing else." Berengar snorted coldly, "The key is not technology, it's identity!"

"At this moment, I have just calmed down the people on both sides. As soon as he left, the elves, half-elves, dwarves, and halflings all became nervous again. They spread the word privately that the reason why I comforted people before was to make it easier for them to attack secretly! I'm going to damn it!"

The craftsmen of the inhuman race are afraid.

And judging from their current situation and the atmosphere in society, they have every reason to be afraid.

Once a person becomes afraid, no matter how high his or her IQ is, it will stop and he or she may do any stupid thing out of fear, just like an unstable powder keg.

"It's not a big deal. I can take him back today."

Berengar waved his hands and shook his head, as if it was not worth saying more.

"Really, it's not a big deal."

On the contrary, Lan En didn't seem to care about the troubles Berengar was talking about.

He walked with Berengar, but frowned under his hood and looked at a simple podium built in the crowd.

"The key is that even Gos Velen is this kind of person now?"

"What?"

Berengar asked subconsciously in confusion, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Lan En's sight.

On the simple podium made of a pile of wooden barrels, a guy with a shaved head, a bloated body, and wearing a linen robe was climbing up.