Chapter 278 277. Here comes a giant sword!
"Come on, let's talk. What sword do you want?"
Berengar said confidently.
He is a master blacksmith who specializes in making swords. When Valyrian steel was initially successfully reproduced, he had already made a standard witcher Valyrian steel sword for Lan. .
But now the young demon hunter said that his requirements for the sword have changed, so he would like to get a new one.
Anyway, he paid for the materials, and Berengar was confident enough in his craftsmanship.
It was like this
"Can you tell me again?"
The old demon hunter had a long face and looked in front of him as if he was looking at a fool. Lan En.
Is this kid knight’s story stuck in his head?
"If a sword with a blade width of one and a half palms and a total length of 1.8 meters is to maintain structural stability, the thickest spine must be at least one knuckle thick! Do you know how much it weighs?!"
"Even if it is Valyrian steel, this is at least a few dozen kilograms! There is no such thing as a sword in the knight's book, such a brainless protagonist!"
Even if it is! Demon hunters, mutant humans whose muscle tissue has become more durable due to the mutation of potions, are also constantly pursuing lighter and stronger armor and equipment.
Who wouldn’t be happy if the equipment could be made lighter?
But Lan En’s current request, from Berengar’s point of view, seems to have no practical value at all except for the plot to attract attention.
The silver-haired young man was standing against the wall of the blacksmith shop, playing with the Valyrian steel ingot in his hand.
He was very calm about Berengar's expression of "Is your brain burned out?"
A warrior's pursuit of equipment must always match the situation in which he uses the equipment.
It is true that the demon hunters and warriors in this world have no use for giant swords of this size.
Because most of the enemies here can be scratched to death with standard hand-and-half swords, coupled with sword oil, alchemy bombs, and magic potions.
But Lan En's situation is different from that of the demon hunters in this world. His working environment is basically not in this world.
The long-term cooperation from the Lady in the Lake means that most of his battles take place in a different world with no intelligence or data at all.
After the experience of using old Robert's sword in Xianfeng Temple, Lan En felt that due to the lack of intelligence, he was unable to take advantage of the professional pertinence of the witcher.
Use fierce and heavy weapons to directly smash large enemies and enemies with tenacious vitality in the first wave of contact! Chop it into pieces!
This combat idea seems to be more advantageous.
And should I say it or not
Crushing the enemy with a giant sword is really! So cool!
"Just help me make it, Berengar. You also know where I am going. The guys I have to deal with cannot be seen from local perspectives. The combat needs are all different."
Lan spread his hands to explain, and Berengar nodded and accepted the statement.
"Oh indeed. You are the one who fights in other worlds, and you are also an expert. If this is the combat requirement you have thought about, then I will do it."
"But I guess only a demon hunter like you can use this sword."
Now, when saying that Lan En is a 'witcher', Berengar, an old man from the Wolf School I’m a little afraid to use affirmative sentences.
“Tsk, even if you use all the Valyrian steel ingots for this sword, it won’t be enough. I have to start with steelmaking.”
“Steelmaking The process is troublesome? Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry. Just give it to me the next time I enter the rift between the heavens and the earth. How much more money do you need in this world? "Down."
The long-faced old demon hunter scratched his neck in distress.
"The raw material of Valyrian steel is ordinary iron ore, which is not high cost. But I estimate that you have to give me five hundred orens. The main reason is that I need to buy monster materials that contain magic power. The magic power in these things is the key. "
Lan En was thoughtful, tossing the standard steel ingot in his hand. The five-kilogram large piece of iron was like an Oren coin. "Contains magic power. In other words, things like water ghost tongue and water ghost brain are not qualified. It has to be something like resentful spirit dust."
Monsters in this world are not either. Every organ contains the magic of chaos.
Water ghost tongue, water ghost brain, these are just ordinary biological tissues.
The dust from the vengeful spirit after the vengeful spirit has been destroyed, and the water essence in the body of the swamp witch. These are the materials that contain magic power.
Thinking of this, Lan En glanced at Berengar vaguely.
The old demon hunter suddenly became excited.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that! I don't know how to bleed blood to make a sword! That's too barbaric!"
By the way, the flesh and blood of the demon hunter also contains a small amount of magic power. , after all, the magic power they use to release the seal is stored in their bodies.
"Tch~"
Lan En tilted his head and snorted dissatisfiedly.
A swordsmith who really has no pursuits. There is no romance in forging swords with blood.
Also, as a working person, you don’t even have the awareness to bleed yourself to save costs for your employer. How bad!
Berengar was itching to see it, but there was nothing he could do. After all, working for Lan En was so delicious.
You can do your favorite blacksmith work, and the pay is much higher than that of ordinary blacksmiths.
In these days, no one would find a cat-eyed mutant to strike iron, no matter how skilled he is.
"Okay, when I get to Arethusa, I will remit 600 oren to you through Vivaldi Bank. Just be prepared to check it. It's the dwarf bank in Vigimali."
"It is a bit difficult for the witcher to enter Vizima now. Foltest's guard named Vernon Roche is still on guard. He is a good player."
"Just don't go in. The remittance of six hundred oren is enough for Vivaldi Bank to send a salesperson to wait for you outside the city, and it doesn't take much trouble."
Berengar nodded in agreement.
"Then I have no problem. I will start work immediately. Basically, I can design the sword shape you want in the next few days. Tsk, after this drawing is made, people who don’t know think I am I'm doing illustrations for the storybook."
Lan En automatically ignored the other party's complaints, "Leave it to you."
Waving, he turned around and left the studio in the blacksmith shop, and started again. Return to the tavern.
Only Berengar was left, with a look of eagerness on his face. He began to put out pens, paper, and drawing tools, preparing to design a huge sword that had never been used in actual combat.
Lan En spent the night repairing himself in Margarita's long-term reservation, and the next day he mounted Poppy again and headed towards Gos Velen.
Berengar has taken good care of Poppai in the past few months, but after not seeing him for a long time, this good horse of Kaedweni blood has become a bit unfamiliar.
But it’s not a problem, it’s quite docile.
In winter, the damp swamps of Velen become even more oppressive when combined with the cold.
After riding for several days, Lan returned to the city on the west coast of Velen at dusk.
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