Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 17 17. The value of 'safety'

When Lan En has not dealt with his mentor, the main task of Mentos is to assist the growth of the master and provide simulation computing support for the resistance plan.

And after Bordong died in Lan En's hands, it didn't relax, but immediately switched to a new operating logic.

Plan for Lane's future.

That's why it urges its master, the most urgent thing is to immediately invest in training to make up for its own shortcomings.

But what it didn't expect was that Lane was doing better than it had planned.

"The lake area where Auriden is located is mainly home to monsters such as water ghosts and swamp witches. The danger is completely acceptable, and it is perfect as a teaching material for training skills."

"And you don't need to pay for this kind of teaching material. Instead, the village will pay you for it. Let a village that has not been commissioned to start a large-scale demon hunting mission, sir. There is no doubt that your business thinking is already that of a demon hunter. industry leader in the field.”

Mentos sincerely praised.

What is a first-class businessman to create demand? (lean back
According to Bo Erdong's statement, and the running situation in the past month.The daily truth of a witcher is to rely on luck to watch the sky and eat.

Running around all day on the road from one village to the next, hoping to meet a commission together.

But Lan En has only been in Oridon for an hour now, and the village has already been turned around, trying to dig out all the property to supply this witch hunting commission.

It is hard to imagine that the last time Auriden called a witcher to deal with monsters was two generations ago, before the arrival of the young man.

"And, most importantly, we got safe and stable housing, food!"

The voice of Mentos is happier than most of the time.

Lan En also nodded with emotion.

Whether in the eyes of Mentos or Lan En, a large part of the current predicament comes from the social atmosphere where racial hatred prevails.

Even if a witcher stays in a tavern where you can pay, staying for a day or two can still be said to be for a mission.

After a long time, the tavern owner would call the sheriff without hesitation, saying that there are mutants with ulterior motives in his place.

Could the money of the mutants be earned in a decent way?

Drive the mutants away, or simply kill them, and keep the money.Everyone has to give a thumbs up and say "well done"!

The money in hand is not clean, it is directly related to race.

This kind of thing is very unreasonable, but it happens so often here that it becomes a common phenomenon.

So even if he was willing to pay, it was still a matter of finding a safe place for Lan En to complete his complement and enhancement with peace of mind.

And in today's Auriden?

Whatever the elders in the village eat, give the witcher what to eat today!
You want to make things difficult for the witcher?I think you want to make things difficult for us Auriden!

Once Lan En followed Bo Erdong to clear a ghoul lair in a farmland.

The employers in the village didn't want to pay the balance when they finished their work, so they simply recruited a group of fanatics of the eternal flame.Those people were holding swords and hammers and axes, shouting to purge mutants.

Bo Erdong and Lan En could only turn around and run away.

During those few days, Boerdong's food standard even dropped to the same level as his own apprentices.

But now, Lan En created the need for hunting monsters for this village, and tied this need with himself.

--Safety!
It's so safe!

Lan En walked out of the elder's house and led the two horses he had placed outside the village to an abandoned wooden shed in the village.

The villagers on the road saw that he no longer had any disgust as if he was treating the plague, but was warm and friendly instead.

He also tried to help him unload the Xiong School armor that he couldn't put on for the time being, and moved it into the house.

Come on, Lan En felt that apart from the work that required drawing swords, he couldn't do physical work during this time.

His education and life in the past ten years made him habitually want to thank those who helped him, or even simply nodded with a smile.

But before he could make a move, his reason stopped him.

Lan En, who was expressionless, turned and left.

"Everyone likes money, Mentos," the young man emphasized again.

"They don't like me, but they have to like me because I am tied to their future income. So I have to show an attitude of impatience, so that they will be more convinced that their income will skyrocket in the future. Because of this It fits their worldview."

"Is this the so-called 'If you want to help the poor, you can't talk to him well'?" Mentos pulled out this sentence from the corner of Lan En's memory.

Lane was noncommittal.

"I used to think that this sentence was pure fart, an excuse for the rude managers to prevaricate. But now, in order to ensure that neither the villagers nor I have the chance to hurt each other, I have to practice this sentence. What a shit! "

Lan En asked the villagers where Old Allen was, then turned and left.

The village is made up of high and low wooden boards, and it is messy.But it was not big after all, and Lan En found the village elder who was pulling hay in a short while.

"Are you looking for a blacksmith?"

The village elder scratched his neck, and there was obviously a lot of black in the nails.

"The blade will wear out, and the armor needs to be repaired. I don't know how many monsters I have to kill here. You have to arrange a place for me to repair equipment."

Lan En frowned, his tone cold and impatient.

As he expected, this made Old Allen take it seriously.

"Yes! There is a blacksmith! Just at the edge of the village, the dry ground is specially reserved for blacksmiths. I wonder if you can accept his craftsmanship."

While talking, Old Allen led Lan En away.

Then, with a jingle, they came to a stove and a strong man.

"Are you the witcher who discounted the witch hunt? It's spread all over the village."

The sweat on the strong man's body was mixed with oil, and it even turned into a reflective oil film on his body.

He laughed generously and extended his hand to invite.

"Come on, you're welcome. See what I can use here."

Seeing that he was so confident, Lan En was also a little curious.So in this simple blacksmith workshop shed, I randomly picked up some of his works and looked at them.

Most of them are farm tools, sickles, harpoons, and occasionally a few blanks of Velen's long sword.

Soon, Lan En, who was still looking forward to it, put down the sample in his hand.

".never mind."

Although I haven't handled many good swords, but look at the works here.

Dark, chaotic shape. No matter whether it is quenched or forged, there are problems. The Wayren long sword is probably his highest level.

Lan En was not very interested, and both the blacksmith and Old Allen could clearly see it.

The blacksmith was also a little unhappy because of this, and he still had some confidence in his craft.

The original hearty laughter disappeared.

"What? Do you think there is something wrong with my craftsmanship?"

Lan En didn't say much, and slowly pulled out the steel sword of the Xiong School behind him.

As soon as the clear blade appeared, the blacksmith's unhappy frown turned into a surprised stare.

"Meritelli~ This kind of heirloom-level sword!"

The blacksmith exclaimed while looking at the young man in disbelief.

It seemed unbelievable that someone would actually fight with a sword of this level instead of collecting it and passing it on to the family.

Immediately, he simply admitted that his level is completely unqualified to touch this sword.

"Really. I thought my skills were at the top of Waylon's ranking, haha."

The big man smiled a little embarrassedly.

Then he said that it would be okay if it was tinkered with.

But if there is structural damage, it is estimated that the entire Waylon will only have the capital - Goss Waylon, or the crow's nest where the Jazz is, and there may be master blacksmiths with sufficient skills.

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