Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 987 969. Recommended Dudu
After the morning exercise, Lan En had no intention of going back to find Margarita or Tisaya immediately.

The two sorceresses must have planned something together last night, which made him feel something was wrong.

"So you came to me?"

It was rare that Berengar was not tinkering with the iron by the stove. He was holding a list and looking at it.

After all, blacksmithing is his hobby, and he is a master blacksmith maintaining his own touch.

But his job is actually to take care of the entire billet production process for the Valyrian Steel business.

Including billet quality control, production efficiency, etc.

Now Lan En is sitting opposite Berengar's desk, with his elbows on the table and his chin on both hands.

This is a small office built in the Valyrian steel billet production workshop. Outside, a group of strong men are enthusiastically smashing iron ingots with hammers. Berengar is working inside.

When Lan En talked about what he felt was wrong with Margarita, Berengar leaned forward with great interest.

"Oh, I'm getting stubborn now."

Some time ago, Arethusa became interested in this ancient knowledge and organized an expedition.

"Maybe?"

The two chatted and laughed with each other about death. People in the witcher profession are not that superstitious, although they often deal with things like curses.

Belengar smiled coquettishly and retracted his forward body.

The relief of seeing an old friend finally freed Lan En from his troubles, and he asked with a smile.

"Bang, bang," two knocks on the door sounded. Although the sound of the wooden door being knocked was drowned in the sound of hammering, the significant difference in timbre could still be distinguished from the noise.

But it is precisely because they have seen so many unconstrained curses and magics that they can see clearly.

"I wrote to Yennefer a few months ago. She also wrote back to me and agreed. She should be in Kaer Morhen by now, taking care of Ciri's life. Don't worry."

"No." Lan En simply refused, "I always feel that I used to eat soft foods when I had no choice but to eat soft foods now that I have grown up. This is not in vain!"

"Is work going well?"

"Very good." Geralt responded to his friend's question as he knocked the mud from his boots on the wooden floor.

Including elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, dryads, etc.

"So, you're starting to feel like you can't handle it? Are you out of your depth?"

"The land of Velen is very ancient. The ancient races left temples, tombs, and the laboratory protected by institutions here. Arethusa is very generous to explorers. The work here is indeed suitable for demon hunters."

Geralt followed Berengar to Gos Velen to look for work since last time.

Geralt pulled a chair from the side and sat next to it after closing the door.

Because this tone sounded quite pleasant, Lan En was not prepared to argue with him.

"Let me tell you." Berengar lay down on the back of the chair and said with a tone that was either teasing or jealous.

Lan En turned sideways on his chair, saw the person coming in clearly and raised his hand to say hello.

That's what Geralt does now.

"In short, I am nodding now. There is a funding gap in a lot of industries. Even if the gap is filled, someone still has to find someone to take care of it."

The visitor was obviously very familiar with Berengar, and he had already opened the door and entered before he could answer the call in the office.

Talking about their respective deaths can be regarded as a unique topic among demon hunters when chatting.

Ancient races refer specifically to races that have settled on this continent before humans appeared.

"The Aretuza family has a great cause. If you just open your mouth and say something, a lot of gold coins can crush people to death."

In order to ensure Ciri's life in Kaer Morhen, several witchers from the Wolf School had to protect her and train her in the deserted castle.

Geralt didn't expect Lan En to be here when he opened the door, but he quickly came to his senses.

It seemed like he didn't say anything, and yet he seemed to have said everything.

Because during the Northern War, Lan En took care of Ciri with them, and finally sent them out of the war zone.

"What's wrong? Do you think I will die outside?"

The academy will buy ancient magic items or knowledge from explorers at a high price.

After all, Lan En didn't show that damn smile when he greeted him this time, because the young witcher was not happy at the moment.

"Hey, White Wolf. Hello."

Lan En raised his eyes and looked at the old demon hunter. The aura that had increased in heat due to the incantation of fire was filling the air.

The remaining person has to go out to earn money to support his family.

After all, the college’s cash flow is now worried about how to spend it.

Geralt's low and hoarse voice sounded, which was quite charming when paired with his handsome and handsome face.

"Hello to you, Lan En. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Now there are three pairs of cat eyes in the house.

Belengar stabbed him with a smile, with the same tone of ridicule or jealousy.

Therefore, Geralt and the guys from the Wolf School all believed that Lan En had the power to know and interfere with Ciri's current situation.

So after Geralt talked about his current work situation, he also took the initiative to tell the young man about his arrangements for Ciri.

"That's good. A little girl's body should be taken care of by a mature woman. We guys don't understand anything."

Lan En first affirmed Geralt's actions. It seems that he listened to his own advice and realized that letting Ciri grow up healthily is far more important than his excessive and hidden pride.

Based on what Lann knew about Geralt, he must have been in a lot of pain when he wrote to Yennefer.

Sure enough, Berengar, who was watching the excitement, commented on Geralt's expression when he said 'write a letter' just now.

"But when I saw the look on your face when you wrote the letter, I thought you were going to fight the leader."

Berengar shook his head and said with hatred for iron.

"What did you call it at the beginning? 'Dear best friend'? I can't believe it. You had been holding it in for two hours, right? That's all you could say."

Lan En also looked at Geralt with a strange expression.

When you ask Yennefer to do something, call her not 'my lover' or something like that, but 'good friend'. Whose good friend travels thousands of miles to babysit in a dilapidated castle on the edge of the civilized world?
"Geralt, let me confirm." Lan En said carefully, "Um, have you ever asked anyone to do something?"

Geralt put his two hands together, covering his face and rubbing them up and down.

"No, stop it, Lan. I'm begging you."

The muffled sigh coming from beneath the leather-gloved hands was almost a plea.

It's a pity that Berengar seems to like to use his 'Wolf School-style taunting' against his own people.

"Yes, 'As I beg you'. It would be great if you could write this sentence at that time."

"Look at the reply from the sorceress. She also calls you 'dear friend'. The irony is almost jumping out of the letter."

Listening to Berengar's words, Lan suddenly felt that he had missed a lot of wonderful things.

"Well, it looks like everyone is not having a good time."

Lann patted Geralt on the shoulder and sighed.

"Humph, do you have a story too?"

Geralt first slapped Lan En's hand on his shoulder away. In his eyes, people like Lan En should live happily.

But then, Lan En told him that he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

"So, you are going to become an ordinary witcher?"

Geralt crossed his arms and looked at Lan next to him.

"Looking for work everywhere, being pressed for wages, being spit on when passing by, like a leper?"

"Why do I feel that the more you talk, the more excited you become?"

"No, not at all. I'm going to cry."

Geralt's dead face, which he practiced to reduce trouble, was sometimes difficult to see emotions.

However, in front of Lan En, he still felt Geralt's joyful teasing.

Bai Lang was not stupid at all. The more he came into contact with Lan En, the more he realized that the money was not a trouble at all for him.

On the contrary, it can be used as a joke.

If Lan En was really stumped by the money and was about to go bankrupt, he wouldn't make a joke about it.

Geralt is very measured and tries to avoid hurting others whether he admits it with his mouth or not.

Physical or mental.

So Lan En was not angry at Geralt's teasing.

"Okay, having said that." After the joke was over, Geralt seemed to have remembered something and said to Lan En.

"Right now, you are more worried about who should manage your property than the money gap, right?"

"What? The famous [White Wolf] wants to enter the financial industry?"

In return for the joke, Lann settled into a comfortable position on his chair and looked at Geralt.

"No, I know myself. I can't play anything too complicated."

Geralt spread his hands and said.

"But I should know someone reliable?"

This time it was Lan En's turn to be stunned.

"Do you really know someone in finance? And why were you so unsure when you said 'people' at the end?"

"I don't know if he can invest in funds or anything, but he is indeed a powerful businessman. He once used a dozen packhorses as capital and multiplied it hundreds of times in Novigrad. As for 'people'."

Geralt scratched his chin with his hand, where there was a ring of white stubble.

"Well, have you ever heard of doppelgangers, aliens, or mimics? Which one do you prefer?"

Lan En frowned slightly and said.

"You mean a shapeshifter? What does a shapeshifter have to do with a merchant? No, wait. You mean?"

Not only did Lan En show a surprised expression, Berengar also put down the report in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Geralt.

"Yes." Geralt smiled sarcastically.

"The powerful businessman I'm talking about is... uh, a shapeshifter."

"His name is Trico Langrevinc Le Tote. For the sake of convenience, my friends like Dandelion and I call him Dudu."

(End of this chapter)