Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 42 42. Alchemy Materials
When dinner was approaching, Lane and Bernie took the boat to the village and prepared to rest.

After a period of running-in, they selected a more efficient working time.

Going out in the morning and returning to the village in the evening, while there is still plenty of time, the trimming and preparation of the equipment can be done before going to bed.

It can be used again early the next morning.

The long-term hunting work is not only helping the villagers of Auriden, but Lan himself is also learning the living habits that a witcher should have.

You must know that he had to waste half a day waiting for equipment during the first few times of work.

Similar to time arrangement, this kind of detailed knowledge is useless even if it is taught by a teacher. You have to do it yourself to grow.

Time is work efficiency. In a "service industry" that is responsible for its own profits and losses, it is even a problem to eat without efficiency.

As soon as the two of them got the boat steady, a child with a small head due to malnutrition trotted over.

"White, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Lan En greeted the boy while getting off the boat carefully.

"Not long, not long." The boy hurriedly waved his hands.

On the other side, he also took the sheathed silver sword handed to him by Lan En.

"As usual, help me send the sword to Ivan, then feed Poppy, and then."

Lane smiled and said, his thumb "jingled" and out of the palm of his hand a shiny gold oren popped out.

"The wages for these five days can be settled."

"Yes sir! Thank you sir!"

White's big head bobbed up and down with the jumping of the gold coins, and his excited eyes were similar to those of a cat staring at a small fish.

Holding the sword in his arms, the child jumped and rushed to the blacksmith shop in the village.

Bernie behind him also tied the boat rope to the pier and went ashore.

"Are you going to Mrs. Downer next?"

Lane nodded.

"Well, although it's cool and safe to chop up water ghosts now, the cotton armor cover is not good."

The young man raised his hand that was holding the "water ghost meat shield", the arm of the school's armor, the steel structure inside was fine.

But the outer cotton armor has become tattered due to the struggle of the water ghost in his hand.

"The job of a witcher is really expensive, okay, I'll go to the tavern, if you want a drink, come to me."

"Well, see you later."

When Lan left the cotton jacket at Mrs. Downer's house, he came out and happened to meet White who was coming home from errands.

The little boy smiled at the young man in embarrassment, holding the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

Lan En directly popped an Oren coin out of his hand with a "jingle".

"Hey, the salary has been accepted!"

Immediately, the boy ignored his embarrassing thoughts and fumbled for a while before grabbing the fluttering gold coins into his hands.

Looking back, Lan En had already walked towards the village tavern on his own.

Children of this age have a natural aura, or purity of heart, which can make people feel calm.

Especially when teasing them.

At the beginning, White pretended not to know Mrs. Downer, hoping that Lane could make more clothes at his mother's place, improve the family situation, and at least let Mrs. Downer do less heavy work.

But when Lane was repairing the cotton jacket, he came and went, and he should meet this kid anyway.

Recalling the scene of the second meeting at that time, Lan En still felt like laughing.

After White entered the door and saw Lan En, he was terrified as if he had entered the wrong door.

Then, with flushed cheeks, they would say things to the young people like "My clothes are made here", "Look at the craftsmanship, they won't wear well!", "So I came here to buy some more" and so on.

Mrs. Donner's laughing hair was hanging down from her kerchief.

Lane was there watching him perform.

What other expression could he put on?

A child, under his immature and strong shame, made a small fuss in order to improve the family environment, and blushed because of it.

Lan En also smiled and followed his suggestion, ordering a few more sets of regular clothes as replacements.

Anyway, he is in the armor, and he really needs to change his underwear frequently, so he might as well buy it here.

This is why White often looks embarrassed when he meets Lan En.

After a period of contact, Lan En also found that White had no resentment towards him.

This child doesn't know what kind of education Mrs. Downer has received. In this world where racial discrimination is rampant, he can clearly distinguish hatred between individuals and groups.

It was inevitable that White hated, or should have killed, his own father's group of witchers.

But for Lan En, who helped the village, his attitude was quite friendly.

"It's not abnormal. Gudu-" In the tavern, Bernie picked up his glass and took a big sip.

"Little White seems to have matured and worked hard since his father died. Damn, looking at him like that, I wonder if it would be better for my children if I disappear for a while."

The fisherman and hunter, whose cheeks were already flushed, tilted his head and thought about it.

"Let his mother tell him, how about I was bitten by a water ghost on the neck?"

"It's not good." Lan En wiped the beer froth from the corner of his mouth, curling his lips. "In this village, I'm lucky if White can let go of his resentment. I don't want your children to look at me with cannibalistic eyes."

Old Allen also chimed in: "Lan En is right, don't do unnecessary things, the child can grow up because of the blessing of the goddess, don't dare to expect anything extravagant."

"All right, all right." Bernie waved his hand indifferently, that's all he said.

"By the way, Lan En, what kind of potion did you say to use alchemy? What medicinal materials are needed, you just told Old Allen."

Old Allen put down his wine glass and regained his spirits.

"Lan En, can you still make potions? You're still a doctor!"

In this era when medicine is not prosperous, it is difficult to distinguish the positions of alchemists, witch doctors, and doctors.

Because there are business overlaps.

Old Allen's excitement about this is: If Lan En is a doctor, then his effect on the village will be even greater!
Other villages would not dare to seek medical treatment from a witcher, but neither would Auriden.

But let them go to Lan En, and none of them would say no.

"I am also a novice in alchemy." Lan En quickly waved his hand, lowering the expectations of the village elders.

"Whether it can be done or not depends on practice. I collected some medicinal materials outside, and there are materials that can be used on monsters, but there are things that are not available by the lake. I want the villagers to help find them in the wild."

"No problem, if you ask, everyone is willing to help." Old Allen seemed more confident in his reputation than Lan himself.

"White zinnia petals, that's all. I can find honeysuckle and flea moss by the lake, but I can't find this."

Lan En spread out his hands and talked about his difficulties.

Old Allen was about to say it was okay, but the voice outside the tavern window interrupted him.

"White zinnia petals! No problem!"

A kid with a big head poked his head in, his little face was flushed red, and he could tell how nervous he was.

But he still looked at the astonished Lan En firmly.

"Sir, rest assured and leave it to me!"

After speaking, before Lan En could react, he ran away without a trace.

"That kid..." Bernie was also stunned at this moment, "Is he eavesdropping?"

"Crap!" Lan En seemed to have just reacted, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to curse.

"What did you say? No." Bernie couldn't understand Chinese, but he soon stopped struggling. "Can you hear the swamp witch digging in the mud, but can't you hear a kid crouching in a corner?"

"I'm drinking!" Mr. Lan En, who was tired of his reputation, immediately counterattacked in order to defend his reputation of being superior.

Arguably, "I'm drinking with my friends in a safe place! It doesn't count!"

At the same time, I shouted in my heart: "Mentos! You are seriously dereliction of duty!"

Mentos thought to himself that you didn't tell me to be vigilant, the combat mode can only be activated until you get out of the way, isn't that what you said?

But it also knew that the best way to deal with Lan En at this time was to keep silent.

Luckily Bernie doesn't dwell on the issue.

"It's okay, you don't need to go into the forest to pick some petals, at most you can just move around the side of the road, nothing can go wrong. He is worthy of your Oren coin."

Lan En's wages for Little White were inflated, everyone knew it, and White himself knew it.

That's why he couldn't wait to do something for Lan En again.

Lan En shrugged and accepted the sentence.

But old Allen frowned slightly at this time.

"It stands to reason that nothing will happen, but now I heard that Midcops has lost children, and they are not far from us."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head himself.

"There are white hundred-day reds near the village. Those goddamn human traffickers shouldn't dare to approach the village no matter what. Let's do it like this."

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