Chapter 24 24. Tailor
Early the next morning.
Amidst the tinkling sound of forging, Lan En placed his Bear School silver sword against the wall in the village's blacksmith workshop.
“Excuse me, Ivan.”
Lan raised his head and greeted the blacksmith Ivan.
"Don't worry, I'll get it in an hour. The elder told me that the silver plated on your sword will be recorded in the village account. The quality of my batch of silver ingots is nothing to say."
Ivan flashed by the fire With his oily arms, he patted his storage box proudly.
According to him, the inventory here comes from either Vizima or Goth Velen.
His technique is not very good, but it is enough to replenish the blade of the silver sword.
Bordon's silver sword has not been repaired for a long time after he was wanted. Yesterday, he slashed eighteen water ghosts in a row, and a considerable part of the silver coating was worn away.
Worth at least two orens.
The young man's studded leather gloves waved in the air and he walked out of the blacksmith workshop.
I have to appreciate the wisdom of my decision again.
If you live in a big city, let alone the rent, exclusion and discrimination from others, and the resulting backlash.
At least this kind of attentive service and free treatment is something you can’t even think about.
"Woo-"
Walking on the village boardwalk, Lan En would press his forehead from time to time.
"It was a bit fierce yesterday, Mentos."
The young man complained.
"I have included your feedback in full, but please"
"Come on. Don't read me your rules and regulations!"
".Okay, sir."
Knowing that he will get the same answer every time, Lan En always gets the same answer. After my brain was filled with knowledge like a Coke bottle, I still couldn't help but complain.
But in the final analysis, the function of Mentos is still undoubtedly superior.
Last night, in the skill analysis column, [Trace Detection] from Bernie, a long-time hunter, had reached 13%.
This is equivalent to 13% of Bernie's proficiency and knowledge reserve in this skill.
After the overnight infusion, the effects were evident and now Lan was walking on the boardwalk.
My footsteps brushed against a bump mark, and I could identify it almost in the blink of an eye. It was a mark from a week to a month ago, and the source was the tipping and collision of the barrel.
With his demon hunter sense of smell, he also knew that only barrels containing catches and wine barrels would pass by on this road.
“If you don’t want to fight, being a detective is more than enough.”
Suddenly, Lan En thought of this.
But he soon smiled to himself, because few people would ask a person with peeps' eyes to investigate what they want to know.
Demon hunters have technical skills as detectives, but this does not prevent them from starving to death due to lack of work.
“Sir, I don’t recommend that you express emotion now. Because according to the plan, you need to repair the cotton armor on your body immediately to prepare for the afternoon hunting. Your [Surgery] skill A lot of practice materials are still needed. The [Biological Structure] project still has a lot of blanks waiting to be filled. [Trace Detection] also needs to follow and analyze the target person.”
“I’m not walking right now?” Those few small openings will be over in a moment.”
The young man put down the hand pressing his forehead and muttered to himself.
[Surgery] is a practical skill, which is different from [Trace Detection] which is essentially the accumulation of knowledge and experience.
The effect of simply instilling knowledge is extremely limited. It is a technique that requires Lan En to practice, and then Mentos to make constant corrections to improve mastery.
Skills such as [Bear School Swordsmanship] and [Riding Skills] all belong to this type.
Go forward on the boardwalk above the lake, walking in circles between the wooden houses.
"Is that how it goes? Old Allen described it as 'the woman with the best sewing skills'."
The construction of the wooden house is very messy. After all, this is a village of a hundred people, and there are about thirty houses. .
So much so that when even the village elders described the location of the tailor, they could only point to it vaguely.
The smell of a fishing village is never pleasant, especially a primitive fishing and hunting village like this.
The fish blood in the cracks of the wooden boards has been exposed to wind and sun, and the smell is much stronger than rotten meat in summer.
The witcher had a sensitive sense of smell, and the young man was at the end of his dizziness, so Lan En didn't know where to go for a moment.
At this moment, a familiar young voice came from the gap between the wooden houses.
He heard this sound in the pub last night.
"Master Demon Hunter, who are you looking for?"
The voice was cautious, with a little bit of flattery that was not concealed.
Lan En's dazed cat eyes suddenly woke up, as if someone poured a basin of ice water on his head. He turned around stiffly and faced the child. The man who wouldn't blink even if he was a water ghost, but now he didn't dare to look into those eyes of a young child.
In Lan En’s heart, he is a debtor.
"Well, I, my cotton armor needs to be mended. I'm going to find a tailor with good skills."
The boy seemed suddenly happy, "Good tailor? My mother No, I know the best tailor in Oriden! I can take you there!”
With that said, the boy quickly approached the young man and showed him the way.
Lan En followed step by step.
On the slippery boardwalk, the boy completely lost sight of the resentment he felt in the corner of the tavern last night.
He ran and jumped happily. Due to lack of nutrition, his head was big and his body was small, making him look like a walking roly-poly.
Lan En could see clearly that the boy wanted to say hello several times along the way, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he still gave up.
For children, a flattering smile is easy to say, but flattering words are really difficult to say.
After a while, after realizing that Lan En actually had no intention of speaking, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.
It's like being free from small talk, which is a good thing for him.
My steps became lighter and more joyful.
——A very real social fear.
After walking near a wooden house, the boy seemed to finally face the task he had to do.
"Master." The boy mustered up the courage to speak.
“Although I have nothing to do with her, this tailor’s skills are really good. Even the patches can be made strong and beautiful!”
“You can’t live in armor all the time. Right? I think if I make some regular clothes here, they will last for many years. It’s so worth it!”
“Knock on the door here, I’ll leave first”
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The person at the door seemed to have heard the noise and came over to open the door. The little boy White turned around and left in a hurry.
After a while, he disappeared around the corner of the wooden house.
The door in front of me creaked open, and a woman with a tired and thin face stood inside.
That's White's mother.
"Elder Allen has already informed me that I and a few companions sewed your cotton armor yesterday. Is it safe to use?"
When the peasant woman in front of her saw Lan En, she immediately cheered up and welcomed him into the house with a smile.
The size of the house is considered normal for Oriden, and the wooden boards on the floor are also very clean.
It is not difficult to imagine the efforts this peasant woman put into maintaining her family environment, even if there is no man in the family.
In terms of furniture, it looks very empty due to the sudden drop in family labor.
I must have sold some.
The young man felt that he was not so nervous when he faced the monster for the first time.
Because he had a clear conscience and only wanted to win.
But now.
“Very, very good. The water ghost’s claws were damaged in several places, but the seam on the abdomen is still fine. Great craftsmanship.”
"Really, then I'll be relieved."
White's mother helped Lan En take off his cotton armor and prepared to repair it.
Lan En still has the breeches of the Bear School Armor and the linen lining of his upper body.
"Is there a child at the door just now recommending you to make more clothes?"
The peasant woman went to the cabinet in the corner to look for sewing tools and asked Lan En .
“Well, a boy, he said he didn’t know you.”
"Haha, that's my son, my name is Donna."
White's mother smiled very cheerfully and said: "Please forgive him, he just wants to get more easy jobs for me. Suggestions from strangers are much more useful than recommendations from relatives of the seller. Is that what he thinks? Haha, smart guy! "
"Of course, if you really need some clothes, I'm very welcome. After all, I can’t stand it when a woman goes to work in the fishery, even if it’s just to help.”
Lan En pursed his lips and nodded.
His cat eyes were still scanning this impoverished but clean and tidy home, his brows furrowed to the point of being uneven.
"I will, I, I need a lot of sets of clothes. After all, people like me are inevitably very expensive to wear. But, Mrs. Downer"
"Didn't the elders and the village help you?"
The witcher asked sharply.
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