Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1382 1354. Safe and Acquainted
Replenishing consumable items is not a big deal, and Lan came to see Berengar not just for these.

The hustle and bustle of the market square was gradually left behind by the two, and the road surface under their feet became more regular and hard as they got closer to the workshop area.

The workshop area is full of supporting projects for the production of Valyrian steel. Whether it is shipping out or transporting in raw materials, they are all heavy items.

In order not to affect this pillar industry and emerging industry which is extremely important to Gos Velen.

The city government paved the road in this large area with bricks and stones, and the maintenance frequency is only slightly lower than that of Cardo Street, the avenue in front of the Sorceress Academy and also the main road of the city.

"In addition to this matter, there is another matter, which is also the main reason why I came to find you."

Lann whispered to Berengar, and the two of them kept walking, but just slowed down a little.

"Hmm?" The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows in confusion and looked sideways at the tall figure beside him. "What is that?"

He looked down and saw the bottle of potion lying quietly in Lan's hand.

Like most of the potions prepared by witchers, the translucent liquid swayed in the glass bottle.

Lan En didn't say much, because Berengar knew the effect of the alchemical formula "Big Eater Vitality" he created, and
"You..." The old demon hunter was silent at first, then asked in a somewhat dry voice, "How many did you make?"

"Ten bottles."

"Ten people." Berengar sighed deeply.

Moreover, Berengar also knew what Lann was going to do by making this potion.

The Order of Embers, they have shown their anticipation for the Trial of Grass for a long time.

What's more, after killing the [Lord of the Mist Nest] Tyrannosaurus last time, Lan En had already promised them, so the expectation was growing.

Lan had already revealed these things to him when he was in the New World Investigation Team.

In fact, any demon hunter, even one as heartless as Gerd, would have a unique emotion towards the [Trial of Grass] that shapes and changes their bodies.

Even the Wolf School, a close and gentle school where each school is like close friends and family, holds a deep hatred for the torture that the Trial of Green Grass brings to the witcher apprentices.

Lambert had to tilt his head and spit to the side just by hearing this word.

Not to mention the cold-hearted bear school and the mentally ill cat school.

The Bear School is fine, since most people have lost their emotions after the mutation.

Cat School. When they saw their apprentice going through the [Trial of Green Grass], they might even get excited when they saw the little boy twitching in agony.

But at the same time, the [Trial of Green Grass] is undoubtedly the most necessary part of a demon hunter.

It mutated the human body structure, giving the demon hunter the ability to survive alone in the wild in this chaotic world.

The pain and power of the demon hunter all come from the same source and are contained in the [Trial of Green Grass].

Those wanton murderers of the Cat School might really like their own power.

But for Berengar, he has always hated the [Trial of Green Grass].

Because he was not very talented in combat, the [Trial of Green Grass] confined him to a profession where he could only make a living by fighting.

So when he was young, his heart was full of resistance, fear and pain.

It was not until his life got better that he was able to look at the witcher's mutation process calmly.

But even so, the heart-wrenching pain of the mutation process that made him want to die still made his heart tremble subconsciously.

"A bunch of idiots." He looked at the bottle of medicine in Lan En's large palm with complicated eyes and cursed. "Do you have to rush to suffer this hardship? To gamble your life?!"

"Find a rope and strangle yourself to death! Find a swamp in Velen and jump into it! It's more painful than this!"

Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die.

But the consensus among demon hunters is: it is easier than the [Trial of Green Grass].

Lan En agreed.

But the young demon hunter did not react.

He just calmly took back the potion he had displayed.

"But this is what they want. They've wanted it for a long time."

Lan En lowered his eyes and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a past event that had already been settled.

"When Cintra fell, they experienced a feeling of powerlessness that was more painful than death, so now they are desperate to make themselves stronger. I have to admit that this may have something to do with me. Maybe I made them feel pressure and urgency."

"But no matter what, we have seen their determination and stubbornness. If professionals like us don't provide support and supervision, I am even worried that they will be stupid enough to do it themselves."

"You know, they respect me. But at the same time I don't know whether to be happy or angry, they are very opinionated."

"Huh~" Berengar rubbed his face hard with his hands as if he was extremely tired, and sighed. "You want me to supervise their mutation process with you."

He said calmly and helplessly.

"Well, what else can I say? If they want to die, let them die!"

Having said that, it’s settled.

Although Berengar's talent as a demon hunter is not very good, he is a veteran of the Wolf School after all.

When he was training, the number of members of the Wolf School had not yet declined to the point it is today. He had personally witnessed the birth process of many demon hunters.

In fact, it would be best for Vesemir to play this kind of role.

But now, on the one hand, Vesemir had no reason to stay in an empty old castle because Ciri had been taken away from Kaer Morhen. He had gone out to find a job long ago, and now no one knew where he was. On the other hand, Lan and Berengar both felt that it was really cruel for him to see the scene of the [Trial of the Grass] again.

This is true even if the recipient is willing.

After the agreement was made, Berengar began to work hard to mobilize his distant memories.

Although he cursed, he still didn't want to see any Ash Knight die in the [Trial of Green Grass].

"We also need a warlock." The old demon hunter emphasized, "A warlock with high magical power can cast spells during the fleeting physical symptoms during the mutation process to stabilize their vital signs."

"During Kaer Morhen's heyday, we had long-term warlocks in the castle who were responsible for responding to mutations. At that time, our success rate could double to about seven out of ten."

"The sorceresses are very busy right now." Lan pointed behind him, in the direction of Aretuza, "But that's not a problem. We can wait until their meeting is over."

"Safe." The old demon hunter nodded in agreement, and emphasized, "Safety comes first."

The old witcher thought of every aspect, even thinking about what the restraint bed would look like to prevent self-harm and suicide in pain.

In fact, Berengar had confidence in Lann's alchemical ability, and he had seen the actual effect of the potion [Big Eater Vitality] with his own eyes.

He didn't think that it would be so easy to die in the Demon Hunter's [Trial of Green Grass].

It's one thing for the mortality rate to drop significantly, but it's another thing for people to become deformed and disabled.

After all, the mutation of a demon hunter is a process of 'destruction and re-aggregation', and it is common for demon hunters to be left with irreversible damage and hidden injuries in this process.

The cold-bloodedness of the Bear School, the neuroticism of the Cat School, and even the griffin school's Cohen whom Lan knew, with his cloudy pupil of three iris colors in one eye.

Geralt's sickly milky white hair, Lambert's cynicism that was clearly caused by psychological trauma and stress.

These are all manifestations of sequelae.

Therefore, a situation like Lan En's, where there is no change before and after the mutation, is a rare perfect mutation.

So perfect that his mentor never thought it was a possibility.

As they walked and talked, the two soon arrived at the core of the workshop area, which was also the production area of ​​Valyrian steel ingots.

Black smoke drifted out from several huge chimneys, and the heat from the molten steel ingots could be felt even here.

"Who is in charge of security in the workshop area now?"

Lan asked as he walked beside Berengar in the direction of his factory office.

Long before, Lan had provided advice to the factory district where racial conflicts were occurring.

Using 'neutral', 'non-race' demon hunters as security allows both humans and non-human races to gain a certain degree of psychological security.

Berengar undoubtedly adopted this.

"Ged, that bear cub you know." Berengar looked around and didn't see anyone. He said, "Unfortunately, he should be on patrol now. We can have a drink together when he gets off work."

"Him!" Lan En smiled.

This guy, like himself, obtained a perfect mutation from the incomplete mutation formula of the Bear School.

When they went to look for the Bear School Grandmaster Set drawings, they got along very well.

Well, there was a high-level vampire in the team.
Thinking of his fellow demon hunter who would have to pick and choose and sew it himself if the outer cotton armor was torn, the young demon hunter smiled and asked.

"What does he think of the job?"

"What do you think?" Berengar sneered, "I think he was having a blast. At most, he beat up two human thugs who blocked the non-human race and wanted to rob them. It was easy and pleasant for a demon hunter."

"But I think we should send him to the wilds of Velen to stretch his muscles, otherwise the bear cub's skills will be wasted."

"besides."

Halfway through his speech with great enthusiasm, the old witcher got stuck again.

At this time, the two of them had already walked into the workshop.

The sturdy blacksmiths were sweating profusely at their workstations, their muscles covered with a layer of sweat and oil, reflecting the firelight from the furnace.

The sound of tinkling and knocking also rushed into my ears.

"What else? Another acquaintance?" Lan En raised his eyebrows. "You can't ask Coen to come too? He has a mine in Kovir and relies on An to maintain his shares."

"It's not a griffin." Berengar shook his head. "But it's definitely an acquaintance. And it's the kind of person I know. How do I put it?"

"When they get into trouble, they don't want to talk about it, but their worries are written all over their faces."

As he spoke, Berengar had already grasped the door handle of his office amid the noise of the workshop.

But he didn't push her away in a hurry. Instead, he turned and looked at Lan En.

"You always have a way. See if you can persuade him. What's the point of holding back and not speaking?"

Lan En tilted his head in confusion.

The old witcher had already turned the door handle with a 'click' and pushed the door open.

Lan En followed him in and turned around to see a demon hunter with sickly milky white hair standing up from a stool by the wall with a look of 'awakening'.

He also subconsciously put a few pieces of paper behind him.

(End of this chapter)