Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1622 1594. Show the trial work to others

Gede could only walk forward, and when he got behind them, he stretched out his hand to block the crowd that followed him unconsciously.

The factory area is an area with high status and rules in Gos Velen.

Normally, no one would come here to barge in. This time, it was just that Lan En's appearance was so prominent that people forgot everything else.

After entering the factory area, Lan En kept the friendly smile on his face.

He just whispered to Cassandra beside him.

"Now, how much did Ikaros observe?"

The falconer, who had just been chatting and joking with Lan En, now had golden light in his eyes.

Above Gos Velen, higher than the gulls, an eagle was circling over the city.

"Just as you thought." Cassandra said playfully, "About thirty people. Do you want me to see which direction they are heading?"

"No, no need." Lan En gently refused. "As a spy, even if it is out of caution, it is normal to take a detour of seventy or eighty times. The short distance after leaving the city has no reference value."

“Just know roughly how many people there are.”

"You make the decision, and you have the final say." Cassandra shrugged indifferently.

Now we have arrived at the location of the big factory.

At the door, he just met Yuna and Fergus coming out.

The combination of a human female blacksmith and a dwarf CEO is still so counterintuitive.

"We had a showdown with Master Tull Butcher."

Fergus scratched his head, looking as if he still had a headache thinking about it.

"The master was so angry that he almost jumped up! He even wanted to smash my head with his gloved fist. Fortunately, Master Berengar held him back. Now I can jump around with my hands and feet intact."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lan crossed his arms and looked down, shocked at what had happened to his dwarf friend.

This made Fergus sigh even more and roll his eyes at him.

"But Master Tul Butcher still has sense." Yuna took off her leather gloves and apron and fanned herself to cool down her face, which had flushed red in the factory. "He was only angry with Fergus, but he didn't make things difficult for me."

"I was only signed with a confidentiality agreement. It said that since I was a good blacksmith, my dwarven skills were not an insult. If I were to be crippled, on the one hand, you and Master Berengar would not agree. On the other hand, it would be a pity."

Yuna's face showed gratitude and hope: "As long as I don't reveal the dwarf technology to others, I can open my own shop with Fergus!"

"A blacksmith shop of your own!"

"That will have to wait until after the war." Fergus muttered in disappointment, "If we open a shop now, it will definitely be requisitioned, and the profit will only be enough to maintain the operation. It's boring to work."

"Then I wish you good luck in opening your store after the war."

Lan En encouraged his two friends.

"Thank you." Fergus, who had no enthusiasm for the blacksmith's job, agreed casually, but as always, he had better eyesight than Yuna, a human woman.

"Are you going to look for Master Berengar? Then go ahead and do your work. We'll both stay outside to cool off for a while, have a drink of water, and then we'll go in and get back to work."

After nodding goodbye, Lan En took the lead and walked forward, opening the door of the large factory. The noisy sound of iron hammering and the heat wave surged in, drowning out his words that sounded like he was talking to himself.

"After the war. After the war."

Lan En tightened the straps of the armor on his hands and then stopped talking.

While greeting the craftsmen passing by, he walked towards Berengar's office.

The old demon hunter didn't seem surprised when he saw Lan and the others coming again.

He simply put the documents in his hand back into the drawer, locked it, and stood up to lead the way.

They came to the single room where they had given Lan a set of master-level Bear School equipment and made Gerd envious.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see several pieces of equipment hanging on the armor rack.

The number of artifacts that Cassandra currently has is at a low point. She only has four artifacts: arm guards, greaves, the Spear of Leonidas, and the sickle sword.

Among them, she has complete faith in the Spear of Leonidas.

After all, this family heirloom had not felt any weakening of its power until now, even after she began hunting down members of the Cult of Kosmos, obtaining the artifact fragments from them, and finding the Isu forge on Andros Island.

This artifact continues to grow stronger.

The second thing was the shin guards on her calves, which Lan had taken from the legs of a member of the Cult of Order in Athens when he was still in Athens.

Amazon Greaves.

In Cassandra's world, there are artifacts of the legend of the Amazon warriors.

"You know what I am talking about. I have never seen what an artifact fragment is, and I don't know the specific performance of the artifact made from the artifact fragments." Berengar walked to the armor rack and patted the breastplate on the rack confidently.

"But since you are so confident in your artifact, I won't make any more changes. I will just make some detachable accessories for you."

"Your armor, which is meant to be cool, can be completely embedded in the accessories to increase coverage."

On the armor rack is a set of armor that is about the same size as the overall armor. It is a composite armor composed of chain mail, plate armor and tanned leather.

The only difference is that the positions of the arm armor and shin armor are blank.

It looks like Cassandra's artifacts can be mounted on the empty space left on the chain mail.

"You are also good at using a bow. There are ready-made shops in the city that sell this stuff. You can just go and buy one. At least it is better than carrying this antique on your back."

"Besides, you seem to have completely different confidence in the two weapons you hold at the same time."

Berengar raised his long chin towards Kassandra's waist. "You have more confidence in the spear than in this sickle-shaped sword. Are you worried that it won't hold up halfway?"

Understanding customers' usage habits, psychology, and scenarios is also the foundation of a master blacksmith.

In his early years, Berengar was a witcher who hid from place to place and was a person who worked behind closed doors and devoted himself to technology. But since he started his career in the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce and Factory, his progress has been visible to the naked eye.

Kassandra spread her hands toward Berengar.

These two weapons, one is a temporary item that can be easily replaced, and the other is a family heirloom that has been with me since I was a child. Of course, they are not of the same status.

"I don't understand the matter of artifacts, but I'll give you a spare weapon, no problem."

Berengar pointed to a one-handed sword lying flat on a nearby table.

"Novigrad Dagger?"

Lan recognized the weapon's appearance at a glance.

But Berengar smiled mysteriously: "It just uses the form of a one-handed sword."

The appearance of Cassandra's two weapons clearly showed that she was a warrior who was used to holding a weapon in each hand, so Berengar's sharp eyes directly arranged for a one-handed sword.

"Crack!"

"Malaca!" On the other side, Cassandra, who had taken the sword, blurted out a Greek phrase. "That's powerful!"

Because she just used tentative strength, picked up the one-handed sword from the table, and chopped it lightly at the solid wood table.

It doesn't even count as a test of sharpness, at most it's about adapting the feel to the center of gravity of the weapon.

But just like that, the table top that touched the sword suddenly made a cracking sound! The side of the table top that was close to the sword blade was ten centimeters thick, and a small 'V'-shaped opening was blown out!
Cassandra usually uses artifacts that only have fire or poison attached to them. She has never seen explosive power attached directly to a weapon. Of course it's powerful!

"When I came back from the New World last time, the people from the second group gave me some materials for the Molten Mountain Dragon." Berengar explained with a little complacency, and nodded at Lan En, "See, an old dog can learn some new tricks."

"Thanks, Berengar! I love it!"

Cassandra looked carefully at the pattern on the sword that looked like water waves and black smoke.

"Same old." The old witcher nodded politely to Cassandra's compliment, then turned to Lan beside him and said, "A set of Valyrian steel armor, deducted from your account. The prototype weapon is my gift."

"No problem." Lan En nodded indifferently, and then seemed to remember something, "But... a prototype? I think it's already pretty complete?"

"It's far from enough." The master blacksmith shook his head. "If I only used the materials of the Molten Mountain Dragon, the skills I learned in the New World would have been enough."

"I wanted to explore the techniques of the dwarves' rune steel swords on this sword, but tsk, don't think that I am invincible just because I am a certified master and have learned the techniques of the New World."

"Let me tell you, from the moment Valyrian steel appeared, in addition to the Nilfgaardians rushing to research their own projects, these dwarves must have been busy too. They must have accumulated a lot of skills by now."

"A bunch of stone heads, they are quite good at hiding."

Berengar complained, and Lan curled his lips.

I thought to myself that you have never seen a dwarf with a real stone head. Thorin Oakenshield, the "King Under the Mountain" of Lonely Mountain, is a stubborn donkey who will not give in even when a knife is put to his neck.

"But you should just do your own thing, and leave the work of these craftsmen to me."

The old witcher patted the young man's arm.

Having said that, Berengar raised his face, his expression serious, and his voice unconsciously lowered.

"But I want to spy on the dwarf's skills, and there are many people outside who want to spy on your whereabouts, right? Are you so careless this time? I see you walking around the street without any cover or protection, without even hiding? Nothing will go wrong, right?"

Lan En smiled and patted Berengar's shoulder with his backhand as if to comfort him.

"No big deal."

Lan En's smile is calm and gentle, which makes people feel safe and peaceful unconsciously.

But in fact, he went to the village tavern in Dark Water to have a drink openly. It took him two days to walk from the outskirts of Vizima to Gos Velen, and he walked straight on the street.

——Isn’t this just for show?

(End of this chapter)