Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 410 409. Drawings

"Thank you, dear. I love these gifts."

Margarita leaned close to the young man and kissed his earlobe gently.

She had received many gifts, and men and women had given her a mountain of gifts because of her appearance, family, strength, and status.

Gold and silver jewelry, dazzling and dazzling.

The gifts she received since childhood were worth the dowry of some princesses from small northern countries!

Logically speaking, these are just two weapons.

Incomprehensible, bloody and barbaric. Which woman would like this?

A whip that can tear off pieces of flesh from a human body, a gun that can penetrate a human body. She is not one of those psychopaths who can't sleep without blood!

But this time it's different.

Because the person who sent this thing is different from before.

So Margarita also likes these two gifts differently.

People give gifts in the hope that the recipient will like them because of their love for the gift.

But for some people, the reason why this gift is loved is just because it was given by him.

"You're making me horny, honey."

The sorceress breathed softly against the witcher's ear, bringing with it a seductive fragrance.

It was a magical charm cream that Margarita always used when she was with him.

She is willing to put in the effort to dress up for the man she cares about.

And what can a witcher say after receiving what could be described as an explicit courtship?

"Can you open a portal directly to the bedroom?"

"Why do you need to teleport? Take me over. I want to show those apprentices who can't eat. You still belong to me! I haven't been dumped by you in the past four months!"

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"So you two were in the room again until now."

Berengar's "Duang" sound gave the dark red steel billet in front of him a hard hammer. Then he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Well, twelve o'clock noon the next day?"

Berengar was bare-chested, wearing only a thick leather apron used by blacksmiths to block sparks. His body was covered in sweat and grease, and there was black soot in it.

This is the large blacksmith workshop next to the city wall of Gos Velen.

It was built and staffed by Arethusa College. The main business is beating Valyrian steel into ingots for easy transportation and settlement.

However, because of the ripples and fame caused by this new type of steel in the mainland market, many senior blacksmiths who want to reach new heights in technology or want to become famous with a piece of work will also buy tiles directly here. Ingots of Rhylian steel are forged.

This behavior has been the norm ever since Turl Butcher, a dwarven master blacksmith with a license as Master of the Blacksmiths' Guild in Novigrad, forged the first Valyrian steel sword here in the style of the Mahakam Runeblade. More highly regarded.

The Mahakam Rune Sword was sold at auction for three times the market price!

Moreover, the Blacksmith Guild of Novigrad also awarded Tur Butcher the title of Master Blacksmith after observing him!

With this honor, fame, and the money that inevitably comes with it, what else can blacksmiths pursue throughout their lives?

Of course, this also stimulated Berengar, who was transferred from the smelting room in Aretuza.

After all, in the eyes of the old demon hunter, he was the first person in the world to forge a Valyrian steel sword!

It's just that because of his status as a demon hunter, his works are unknown.

"Hey, don't tell me I'm like a beast, okay? I'm a little sensitive to the concept of 'beast' these days."

Lan En complained angrily.

The workshop is full of dark red steel ingots, and sweaty blacksmiths are working in full swing.

But the neatly dressed young man didn't even shed a drop of sweat.

Not only does he have a high body temperature, but his upper limit for temperature tolerance is also very high. The temperature in the workshop cannot even make him feel uncomfortable.

"Then let me put it another way, um." The old demon hunter pondered for a moment, "Male Night Stalker?"

The young man was silenced: ".Is this a mutation characteristic of the Wolf School? Proficient in cold jokes?"

Berengar narrowed his eyes and smiled, but said nothing.

His eyes are not big to begin with, and if he squints them, those who look directly at him will not be able to see his eyes. This is one of the reasons why he has been working as a laborer at the dock for more than ten years.

"Okay, let's get back to the point, Duang!"

The old witcher said while banging the steel ingot.

"You are looking for armor blueprints from the Bear School, so you have to look for demon hunters from the Bear School who are still active in the industry. This is a correct idea. But you shouldn't ask me. I have been out of the industry for decades. "

Lan En scratched his cheek: "Isn't this because you are older and should know a few more?"

Berengar shrugged: "Then you are overthinking. When I was a demon hunter, I worried about the next bite of food all day long, but I didn't have time to get to know my peers."

"Okay, I knew this guy had no clues."

Beside Berengar's forging platform, the dwarf Fergus crossed his arms and shouted in a rough voice.

"Let me tell you, just buy another one like the one you were wearing before! I think the craftsmanship of that set is enough! What else do you want?"

His voice was basically shouting at the top of his lungs. This was normal in the noisy blacksmith workshop, and it could also be considered an occupational disease of the blacksmith.

Master Tull Butcher is still forging new works here, so Fergus still serves as an apprentice.

Of course, with the eloquence of this dwarf who was proficient in 'lobbying', Yuna, the apprentice who really learned the skills, naturally followed as a handyman.

At this time, the human female apprentice retorted unceremoniously towards Fergus.

"Shut up, Fergus! There is no end to a warrior's pursuit of high-end armor and weapons! As long as a warrior still has courage and blood, he will definitely do this! This is a real man!"

Fergus was privately trained by Yuna, so he just scratched his butt and murmured in a low voice with a nonchalant expression.

"I'm a man too, but I just don't like iron stuff. Making friends and fighting Quint is fun."

Both Yuna and Lan En ignored this 'unique' dwarf.

After thinking for a while, the human female apprentice made a sincere suggestion to Lan En.

"I left a complete set of drawings when the master repaired your armor last time. If you are in a hurry to use it, I am even confident that I can print it out for you. But in addition to using Valyrian steel to enhance the overall protection, Besides, I don't think it's any better than the more advanced Witcher Armor."

"Your armor has some alchemy added to the manufacturing process, so it has a unique effect. For example, your last set of advanced bear school armor will make the enemy bleed more easily. More advanced blueprints must have more advanced This is an effect that simply adding Valyrian steel cannot achieve."

Yuna's words further strengthened Lan En's desire to obtain a set of advanced blueprints.

Berengar saw Lan En's serious look at this time, so he stopped what he was doing and touched his chin in thought.

"If you really tell me the clues, I'm so old and I can't tell you there are no clues."

"Um?"

Suddenly, Lan En's expectant eyes were fixed on the old demon hunter.

Berengar made an expression as if he was trying to remember.

"After the Bear School was split by Anahad, I heard that they settled in the Amer Mountains and reached a cooperative relationship with the local dwarves and gnomes. They didn't take them with them when they split from the Demon Hunter Order. How many blacksmiths, given their own level, should not be able to develop their own school of armor."

Recalling this, Berengar and Lan En looked at each other.

The two demon hunters came to the conclusion at the same time: the armor of the Bear School should not be designed by themselves.

The drawings are most likely from the dwarves and gnomes of the Amer Mountains!

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