Chapter 410 409. Drawings
“Thank you, dear. I like these gifts very much.”
Margarita stayed close to the young man and kissed his earlobe gently.
She has received many gifts. Men and women have given her a mountain of gifts because of her appearance, family, strength and status.
Gold and silver jewelry, dazzling and dazzling.
The gifts she received since childhood were worth the dowry of some princesses from small northern countries!
Logically speaking, these are just two weapons.
Incomprehensible style, bloody and brutal. Which woman would like this thing?
A whip that can tear off pieces of flesh from a human body, a gun that can penetrate a human body. She is not one of those psychopaths who can't sleep without seeing blood!
But this time is different.
Because the person who sent this thing is different from before.
So Margarita likes these two gifts differently.
People give gifts in the hope that the recipient will like them because of their love for the gift.
But for some people, the reason why this gift is loved is just because it was given by him.
“You make me horny, honey.”
The sorceress breathed softly against the witcher's ear, bringing with it a seductive fragrance.
That is a charm cream made with magic. Margarita always uses this when she is with him.
She is willing to work hard to dress up for the man she cares about.
And what can a witcher say after receiving what could be described as an explicit courtship?
“Can you open a portal directly to the bedroom?”
"Why do you need to teleport? Take me over. I want to show those apprentices who can't eat. You still belong to me! I haven't been dumped by you in the past four months!"
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“So you two have been in the room again until now.”
Berengar’s ‘Duang’ gave the dark red billet in front of him a hard hammer. Then he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.
“Well, twelve o’clock noon the next day?”
Berengar was bare-chested, wearing only a thick leather apron used by blacksmiths to block sparks. His body was covered in sweat and grease, and there was black soot in it.
This is the large blacksmith workshop next to the city wall of Gos Velen.
Funded and staffed by Arethusa College. The main business is beating Valyrian steel into ingots for easy transportation and settlement.
But because of the ripples and fame caused by this new type of steel in the mainland market, many senior blacksmiths who want to reach new heights in technology, or who hope to become famous with a piece of work, will also Shop for Valyrian Steel Ingots for forging directly here.
Ever since Tur Butcher, a dwarven master forge holding the Master License of the Novigrad Blacksmith Guild, forged the first Valyrian steel sword here in the style of the Mahakam Rune Sword. At that time, this kind of behavior was even more respected.
The Mahakam Rune Sword was sold at auction for three times the market price!
And the Blacksmith Guild of Novigrad also observed and awarded Tur Butcher the title of Master Blacksmith!
With this honor, fame, and the money that inevitably comes with it, what else can blacksmiths pursue throughout their lives?
Of course, this also stimulated Berengar, who was transferred from the smelting room in Arethusa.
After all, in the eyes of the old demon hunter, he was the first person in the world to forge a Valyrian steel sword!
It's just that because of his status as a demon hunter, his works are unknown.
"Hey, don't tell me I'm like a beast, okay? I'm a little sensitive to the concept of 'beast' these days."
Lan complained angrily.
The workshop is full of dark red steel ingots, and the sweaty blacksmith is working in full swing.
But the neatly dressed young man did not shed even a drop of sweat.
Not only does he have a high body temperature, but his upper limit for temperature tolerance is also very high. The temperature in the workshop cannot even make him feel uncomfortable. "Then let me put it another way, um." The old demon hunter pondered for a moment, "Male Night Stalker?"
The young man was silenced: ".This is a mutation of the Wolf School. Characteristic? Proficient in cold jokes?”
Berengar narrowed his eyes and smiled, but said nothing.
His eyes are not big to begin with. If he squints them, people who look directly at him will not be able to see them. This is one of the reasons why he has been working as a laborer at the dock for more than ten years.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic, Duang!"
The old witcher said while banging the steel ingot.
“You are looking for the armor blueprints of the Bear School, so you have to find the demon hunters of the Bear School who are still active in the industry. This idea is correct. But you shouldn’t ask me, I’m quitting We have been in the industry for decades.”
Lan En scratched his cheek: “Isn’t it because you are older and you should know a few more?”
Berengar shrugged: "Then you are overthinking. When I was a demon hunter, I worried about my next meal all day long, but I had no time to get to know my peers."
"Okay, I knew this guy had no clues."
Beside Berengar's forging platform, the dwarf Fergus folded his arms and shouted in a rough voice.
"Let me tell you, just get another set like the one you were wearing before! I think the craftsmanship of that set is enough! What else do you want?"
His The voice was basically yelling at the top of one's lungs. This was normal in the noisy blacksmith workshop, and it could also be considered an occupational disease of the blacksmith.
Master Tull Butcher is still forging new works here, so Fergus still follows him as an apprentice.
Of course, with the eloquence of this dwarf who was proficient in 'lobbying', Yuna, the apprentice who really learned the skills, naturally followed as a handyman.
At this time, the human female apprentice retorted unceremoniously towards Fergus.
"Shut up, Fergus! There is no end to a warrior's pursuit of high-end armor and weapons! As long as a warrior still has courage and blood, this will definitely happen! This is a real man! "
Fergus was privately trained by Yuna, so at this time he just scratched his butt and murmured in a low voice with an indifferent expression.
“I’m a man too, but I just don’t like iron stuff. Making friends and playing against Gwent is fun.”
Both Yuna and Lan En ignored this 'unique' dwarf.
After thinking for a while, the human female apprentice made a sincere suggestion to Lan En.
"When the master repaired your armor last time, I left a complete set of blueprints. If you are in a hurry to use it, I am even confident that I can print it out for you. But apart from using Valyria Apart from the fact that steel enhances the overall protection, I don’t think this is better than the more advanced Demon Hunter armor.”
“Your armor has some alchemy added to its manufacturing process, so it has a unique effect. . For example, your last set of Advanced Bear School armor will make the enemy bleed more easily. More advanced blueprints must have more advanced features, which is an effect that cannot be achieved by simply adding Valyrian steel. "
Yuna's words further strengthened Lan En's desire to obtain a set of advanced blueprints.
Berengar saw Lan En's serious look at this time, so he stopped what he was doing and touched his chin in thought.
"If you really tell me the clues, I am so old, I really can't tell you that there is no clue at all."
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Lan En looked expectantly. It was nailed to the old witcher.
Berengar made an expression as if he was trying to remember.
"After the Bear School was split by Anahad, I heard that they settled in the Amer Mountains and reached a cooperative relationship with the local dwarves and gnomes. They didn't take them with them when they split from the Demon Hunter Order. How many blacksmiths cannot develop their own school armor at their own level?"
Recalling this, Berengar and Lan En looked at each other.
The two demon hunters came to the conclusion at the same time: the armor of the Bear School should not be designed by themselves.
The drawings are most likely from the dwarves and gnomes of the Amer Mountains!
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(End of this chapter)