MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 822 804 explore tailor-made

Chapter 822 804. Explore Tailor-made

“Kill monsters and dig out long-abandoned treasures from their lairs.”

The two of them and the cat were walking outside, and Lan En was talking while smacking his lips.

“Isn’t this a bit too bloody? This was only written in old novels, but now there is no market for such novels.”

 “But this is reality, Mr. Lane. Wow~”

Geralt said in a smooth voice while shaking the drawings of the High Wolf School in his hand.

“Reality does not matter whether a certain plot is popular in the market or not, it just happens.”

Geralt has always had this ability: he can speak without any fluctuation in his hoarse and deep voice, and make the listeners feel that he is eccentric.

 Lan curled his lips and once again confirmed that this guy deserved to suffer in his career.

“Isn’t it true that the knowledge system of the Wolf School is not the most complete?” Lan En took advantage of being on the edge of the river shallows, so he stepped into the river and washed his boots.

Geralt stuffed this blueprint into his small bag.

“Copying the blueprints of these advanced equipment is very troublesome, so those old demon hunters who want to change their equipment will just go out with the blueprints if they don’t have the patience.”

 Lan En pointed to the outline of the mountain peak not far away.

“Kaer Morhen. We actually only come back here to stay here during the winter. We don’t go out much except for hunting throughout the winter, and we don’t want to wander around. So.”

The tattered spire of the main building of Kaer Morhen poked out from the outline of the mountain.

“Vesemir cannot take care of every piece of knowledge. He is not proficient in forging, so he cannot remember the blueprints of these equipment. If it is lost, it is really lost.”

 It is only because Vesemir is here that they come back to winter every year.

 Geralt shook his head with a complicated expression.

 It is really a very close distance to be able to see the spire directly in the mountains where the terrain is complex and the view may change drastically when you turn a corner.

 A group that does not have strict organization and management capabilities will automatically and slowly fall apart after it has existed for a long time due to various things.

They hated the Trial of Green Grass, so they also rejected this place that provided them with training and mutation.

They wouldn't even be around Kaer Morhen in the summer if Ciri hadn't been in need of care at the castle.

 His thumb pointed behind him, pointing to the lair of the Horned Demon.

 This should also be due to the rejection of the witchers' identity.

 “Then die outside.”

 “Your drawings are also lost?”

Under the shroud of clouds and mist, the colorful colors of life are intertwined with the cold whiteness of snow, just like an oil painting, with a touch of hazy beauty in the realism.

 Without a desire to explore, the treasure will never be discovered no matter how close it is.

So the witchers don't care about the lands around Kaer Morhen and don't explore much.

 The high-altitude Blue Mountains area has year-round snow, and now that it is midsummer, many plants are already showing green leaves and colorful flowers.

“But this place is too close to Kaer Morhen, and you haven’t discovered it yet?”

“It seems that I have to find time to explore the surrounding caves and ruins. There should be a lot of good things that have been left behind.”

Geralt shook his head and said helplessly.

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 After the forging tools of Berengar's youth were recovered, the guy's anger immediately disappeared by half.

It seems that whether you are a demon hunter or an ordinary person, when you see the traces of your youth when you get older, you will always have a feeling of emotion.

Although Vesemir's craftsmanship has been completely outclassed by Berengar now, in the past, he was still a person who could give him some common sense advice when making swords.     So it is easy to build a blacksmith stove.

As soon as Geralt and Lan arrived with their things on their backs, Berengar could start working on the stove.

 The news that the master-level blacksmith wanted to forge iron attracted both Xili and Lambert.

 When the two of them came over excitedly, they happened to see Berengar measuring Vesemir's arms and hands.

 A good long sword must conform to the body values ​​of the sword holder, otherwise there will be problems with unsmooth movement.

 A sword that is too long is difficult to control and can easily hit the ground or other obstacles during movement.

A sword that is too short is equivalent to giving away your precious attack distance from the very beginning in a death duel.

This is also the reason why military swords are often not favored, because standard long swords are all made from the same mold. But that's not the case for people who use standard long swords.

 As for weapons such as halberds, spears, and crossbows, the longer the better, and individual differences have little impact on performance. Military supplies with stable quality are highly sought after.

Geralt can now use these two swords smoothly, thanks to the fact that his stature is about the same as Belengar's.

 “You want to give me a gift too?”

Vesemir said with a little surprise while letting Berengar tinker around like a model trying on clothes.

 “Who said that old guys can’t accept gifts?”

Berengar held a tape measure in his hand, and there were quills and paper used to record data on the table next to him.

“Tsk, tsk, you used to have two top-notch Wolf School swords on your back. After so many decades, look what kind of junk you have on your back now.”

“I really doubt that one day you will have to throw your life away on these two pieces of junk. But before that day, I decided to save your life.”

 “Thank you then.”

Vesemir sniffed his rosacea and smiled.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m going to get two good swords, or just because it’s a gift from my old friend.

"I said Berengar." Lambert asked enthusiastically, rubbing his hands by the blacksmith's stove. "What kind of sword are you going to forge now?"

“Is it the kind of Valyrian steel sword that people are blowing everywhere on the continent now?”

Berengar glanced behind him at Lambert, who was rubbing his hands like a fly.

At this time, the demon hunter with a worrying hairline was imitating the description of the bard he had heard, speaking in a tone similar to singing a minor tune.

“The mysterious steel impregnated with magic is as deep as night and its patterns are like water waves! Ordinary steel can be cut in two with a knife, and the power of magic is not a problem!”

Berengar scratched the corner of his mouth and turned his head again.

It seems that Siloton Giancardi's propaganda strategy and financial offensive are very effective, because he wrote this sentence while watching the group of bards who wanted to get the reward.

Even solitary people like witchers are well-received, and the publicity effect is certainly excellent.

“Will you smelt a furnace of Valyrian steel here?”

Lambert asked expectantly.

“Not a furnace of steel, but a few swords.”

Berengar said calmly.

Although he had prepared gifts for the descendants of the Wolf School, including Lambert, he still didn't like this guy who had a thorn in his mouth and couldn't deal with Vesemir.

 (End of this chapter)