Chapter 1604 1576. Pressure Antique
"Haha! See who is back?"
Ged had heard the footsteps of them before, but he didn't care too much, thinking about dealing with the troublemakers who were taught by him first.
After Lan En spoke up, he was surprised to find that the person who came over was an old friend.
The two bear school demon hunters who should be cold and ruthless as ice were now walking towards each other with emotional smiles.
With a "bang", they held each other's outstretched forearms, and then pulled each other closer to make a simple hug. "You keep your beard again? Didn't you say it was troublesome before?" Lan En joked with Gede.
But Gued shrugged indifferently: "The beard is really troublesome, but when I went to relax, I found that the girls like this furry touch very much, do you understand?"
I understand, but Lan En still made a 'tsk smacking' sound as a mockery.
Gued leaned sideways and looked behind Lan Eun's arm. "Oh, the kitten and Qilin are back. But who is this beautiful lady?"
The velvet ball squatted on Qilin's back and greeted Gude whom he had met before.
But Cassandra just...
"Beautiful lady?" With a subtle and aggressive smile on her face, Cassandra walked up from Lane and reached out to Gued.
Gede didn't think much about it, and he reached out to hold it.
Lan En also took a small step back with a malicious smile.
The two of them held each other's forearms with their palms. At this point, the way of greetings in ancient Greece and the magical medieval era was quite similar.
But then
"Cruff!"
The leather part on the arm armor of the higher bear school was the first to make a loud squeezing and friction!
Ged's bearded mouth suddenly twisted.
His face was also red and warm at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the one who was caught by him.
"Click!"
Then the moment, Ged, who had reacted, also used revenge force to squeeze the connecting part of the metal arm guard of Kassandrana.
This handshake of separation lasted for about ten seconds, and finally, Gede took the lead in "puha" and let out a sigh.
They both of them just let go of each other.
"For the sake of smallpox and cholera!" Gued shook his hand and shouted like a ghost, "Lan Eun, where did you find such a strong bum? You don't seem to like being called a lady? Then what should I call it?"
I felt that my forearm muscles were almost pinched and Ged, so I asked Cassandra very carefully how he wanted to use personal pronouns. "Cassandra." The Eagle Trainer waved his hand at this time, "I actually don't pay so much attention. Anyway, I'm not a delicate lady."
"I understand!" Gued immediately nodded, "I understand completely! Man!"
It seems that Cassandra's personality is also very suitable for his appetite. She doesn't care about her pinched arm, so she laughed and shook hands and said hello to the other party normally.
Then he looked at the roaring bear head pendant around his neck, and then looked at the same style on Lan En's neck.
A finger lifted up the pendant and shook it twice: "There is no magic, where did you get such great strength?"
"Strictly speaking," Lan En responded to Ged's question, "She used some techniques that are different from magic. You can understand it this way."
"Okay." Gede was not a very tangled person, so he immediately called Lan En and the other four to walk deep into the factory area. "Come on, I'll take you to find that old guy Belengar. How about having dinner together tonight? My job is not here yet."
"No problem." Lan En agreed first, "But these people next to you are here?"
As he said, Lan En raised his chin at the troublemakers on the road who had not recovered. "They? No big deal." But Gede seemed to be used to it. "I saw that there weren't even pairs of pants inside, so I wore a pair of underwear and put on a pair of shoes and came over?"
"I've seen him twice this week alone. If he really didn't have pants, I guess he'd been frozen to death in the weather."
"It's probably because I know I'm going to be beaten, so I just don't even wear my pants, so I can't get dirty or broken."
Lan En glanced at these troublemakers who were about to recover from pain, shook his head and walked forward: "What's the matter?"
Ged's move was completely scrupulous, and there was no one who had a broken bone.
Cassandra looked left and right, and she had a very "powerful" work such as forging and smelting, and was closely related to weapons and equipment, which was very consistent with her aesthetic appearance. "What's the matter?" Gede shook his head helplessly as he walked forward, "Didn't you hear it just now?"
"Valyl's business has not stopped, and he still maintains trade with Nifgad. So many people have popped up now and said they want to teach us a lesson."
"But this is not normal." Although Lan En just came back, he felt keen and calmly with just a few words.
He said calmly: "The news that the enemy is displayed outside the border can indeed bring great pressure to people. Under pressure, it is normal to make people dizzy, and it is normal to make all kinds of fierce actions."
"But the pressure is not that great now."
Lan En looked back while walking, and the people who were knocked down just now had already staggered up and prepared to leave.
"If the Nifgaards had already hit the nearby area and caused a lot of damage. A large number of locals lost their relatives and friends, their anger and fear would certainly explode. It would be no surprise that the factory area was flattened." "But now, the news about the Nifgaard army is still far away, so where did they have such a big reaction?" The sausage-cutting tactic, or the tactic of step by step, work is because it is in line with the psychological characteristics of human beings.
Take Nifgad heading north this time as an example.
The pressure brought by the Nifgad army to the northerners was not actually rising steadily with their pace of heading north, but a step-by-step rise.
If divided in the simplest form, then: when hearing the war between the Niphgads, the psychological pressure of the northerners was one. When the Niphgads attacked their neighbors, they soared to fifty.
Go to the border of your country and rise to seventy.
In the end, it hits directly to the city where you are, soaring to one hundred, completely exploded.
Valyrian Steel's business will be impacted by this, which is completely normal and understandable.
But when residents are under insufficient psychological pressure, how can they make trouble with the frequency in Gued's mouth?
"You said about the same as Sylton. Are you really just back?" Gord joked, but he became serious in the second half.
"I don't understand what Shilleton said about business, but the general meaning is the same as you, and he and Bellengar are having a headache."
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As they said, they walked through several factories and finally arrived at Lan En's original destination - the largest main factory.
"Maraka~"
After entering the door, the heat from the forging factory and the sound of ironclads that could be called an ear-fried iron, reflecting the dark red face of Cassandra's wheat-colored face.
The iron is like a stream, the accumulated steel billets are like hills, while humans, dwarves, elves, and half-elves are busy.
"Dwarf? You're so short!"
On the way, Lan En had already introduced the complex racial composition to Kassandra, but Kassandra, who was born in a purely human world, was still surprised by this.
"Oh, by the way! I said they were short, would they get angry in their customs?"
Although I didn't have much knowledge, Cassandra was also a person who traveled back and forth on the broken landform of the Aegean Sea, knowing the truth about the 'Ten Miles of Different Variety'.
After the initial amazement, she turned her head and asked Lan Eun carefully.
"Short? That won't be." Lan En greeted Cassandra familiarly, "But remember, you can't say that they are not strong enough, nor that their beards are not good-looking and short, and there is nothing else."
"Like strong?" Cassandra laughed, "I like it too!"
The velvet ball jumped over Lane's feet, and trotted on all fours and arrived at the door of Berengal's office first. After opening the door, he stretched out his head and said hello. "Meow! We're back!"
Lan En and the others then came in, and when Gede was at the door, he went back to the streets of the factory area to patrol the field. "Ahhh! My friend!" In the office, the red-bearded dwarf Shillerton was sitting opposite Bellengarh across the desk.
When Lan En came in, his eyes almost shone and he immediately stood up from the chair.
Then he saw the Aegean beauty in "strange costumes" behind Lan En, and quickly regained her anger after saying what she had already said.
"Uh, there's this one."
Sildon looked at Lan Eun with a look that he knew, but he wanted to blink before he could.
A powerful force pulled him and shook his head violently.
After a blink of an eye, I saw that his hand had been held by Kassandra.
"Hello, dwarf. Ha! You really feel heavier than you look, and it's strong enough."
"You, you, ma'am!"
Silenton responded to Cassandra's somewhat familiar greeting, but his eyes had already glanced at Lan Eun.
The meaning in that look was very obvious: Where did you find such a powerful beauty? The hand strength is big enough!
After Lan En introduced each other, he closed the office door behind him.
The velvet ball had already jumped onto the back of a chair and was squatting like a little lion on it.
Beliangal got up, took out two more silver cups from the cabinet and poured them into wine, and handed them to Lane and Kassandra.
The old witch hunter's pair of cat eyes simply swept over Lan En, and found that this kid was more inexplicably energetic than before, so he skipped over.
Instead, he stayed on Kassandra. "Yes." He turned around from the table and picked up the wine glass he had poured when he was talking to Shileton and took a sip, making a sound like he didn't know whether it was to taste the wine or the person in front of him.
"Hello, Cassandra. I probably know how you came here. But please satisfy my curiosity first."
"Of course." The Eagle Trainer opened his hand openly.
"The armor on your body is very old, to be honest, a bit primitive. But just looking at it, I feel that their performance is absolutely inconsistent with their craftsmanship."
"Also, the casting process of the shin, breastplate, arm guard, and knife on your waist is several generations, right? Are you digging out antiques and using them for dry frames?"
"This is not wise, Cassandra. Technology is developing, antiques are unreliable."
(This chapter ends)