Chapter 817 799. The gift is angry
Vesemir glared at Berengar. It wasn't until the long-faced demon hunter breathed evenly and seemed calm that Vesemir removed the hand that was pressing on the other man's shoulder. release.
Berengar shook off the hand on his shoulder unceremoniously, while glaring at Vesemir, while rubbing the place where he was held down just now.
"Son of a bitch, you old guy's hand strength has really not deteriorated!"
He yelled, while Vesemir shrugged and listened indifferently.
They are all old friends, and he knows that this is a sign of Berengar's "listening to advice and being submissive".
"But those young people don't seem to understand your painstaking efforts. Lambert's prickly head is obviously avoiding you."
Berengar said unhappily.
But Vesemir is very open-minded.
“We avoid each other because we always choke and quarrel when we meet. But what else can we do? Don’t want the child with a head tattoo? Are we going to kick him out of the house and cut off the relationship?”
Vesemir was afraid that if he stayed here, Berengar would lose his temper again, so he pulled Berengar out while talking.
And Berengar did not resist.
"Okay, I think you are really old."
His long face sneered.
“Anyway, you think that after us old guys are dead, the pile of things below will have nothing to do with the young people.”
Only the two of them can call a group of seventy or eighty-year-old demon hunters 'young people'.
"But that's you, I won't die that easily."
Berengar said angrily, while Vesemir just laughed.
"Yes, you are a person now. A certified master blacksmith, the things we make by selling them are more than what we earn in half a year. You can rest."
< br>The long-faced old demon hunter shook his head.
Vesemir's attitude of not caring about anything made him feel like he was punched in cotton.
"Okay, let's just say it."
Berengar said as he walked with Vesemir.
"I don't want you to die early, and I didn't expect that there would be many people in Kaer Morhen Castle this time, and I didn't bring any gifts. I feel a little embarrassed."
"Then I thought: Anyway, I carry this skill with me. I can open the furnace for you here and it will not be difficult to make a few useful ones. What do you think?"
"What can I say about the craftsmanship of a master blacksmith? Of course it's good!"
The breeze blew through the courtyard of Kaer Morhen, and the clear sky in the sky was like an ocean with white waves.
Vesemir sat on a wooden box on the edge of the courtyard, resting his arms on his knees and looking at Berengar.
“But why do I feel that you just want to show off to us?”
Berengar’s long face blushed at first, but then it suddenly turned red.
"Hey! I'm just here to show off, especially in front of an old guy like you!"
"What's wrong with my rich and safe life now? Isn't it worth showing off? You used to be the leader among us. , but now I am capable! Don’t be so jabbering, just say whether you want it or not!”
Vesemir nodded helplessly: “Yes, why not?”
“Old man, if you give me a sausage, I’ll take it all as a gift.”
“Hmph, if the thing I gave you were sausage, I could eat you to death.”
Berengar raised his head and sneered.
"Then why are you still standing there? Build me a furnace, and bring me the sword-making equipment I left in Kaer Morhen. Why, are you still waiting for the Grandmaster to move things by himself? "
But at this point, Vesemir looked a little embarrassed.
He scratched his rosacea.
“Well, there may be some problems.”
"What?" "Just... uh..." Vesemir said hesitantly. "Do you still remember where you put that set of equipment?"
Berengar was stunned. Of course he remembered how he lost his set of equipment. After all, that was the direct trigger for him to leave Kaer Morhen.
But then, a worse suspicion came to mind.
Berengar's face sank.
"It took you so long not to think about helping me get the equipment out?"
"Isn't this Kaer Mohan, and there is no one interested in forging anymore?"
——
By the time Lan En came out of the basement, it had been dark for a long time.
It’s just that he has been staying in the basement and is a little insensitive to the time outside.
Lan En, who stepped onto the surface, shook his head and pinched his temples with his fingers.
As his body's endurance increased, the feeling of brain swelling caused by ingesting too much knowledge through Mentos had not reached this intensity for a long time.
He spent this afternoon memorizing all the advanced recipes for the witcher's potions, decoctions, sword oils, and bombs.
The highest level of these alchemy items and the Demon Hunter formula is [Advanced], which is one level higher than [Enhanced].
And in the process, those warlocks' future prospects and ideas for these potions also stimulated Lan En's own alchemical talent.
His brain jumped flexibly among these formulas and the ideas revealed in them.
In the end, I made my brain so tired.
As for the ‘vanguard theory’ of the sorcerers, as well as the research notes of Arzu and Malaspina, he has not yet begun to dabble.
But it is expected that if you study the results of that level of research, it will only be more uncomfortable than today.
Lan rubbed his temples and walked towards Kaer Morhen's main castle.
Think of eating a big meal to provide nourishment to your overused brain.
But as soon as he walked into the hall door, Vesemir pulled his clothes aside and pulled him aside.
"Now you have to do me a favor, Lan."
"What?"
The young witcher was dazed at this time, and he was still a little bit weak. react.
But the old witcher held on to his hand.
“Berengar said he would open a furnace here and give him something good as a gift.”
“Isn’t this a good thing?”
“But I seem to Made him angry."
"Huh?"
Lan En raised his eyebrows, feeling excited.
Berengar is not a bad-tempered guy, and he rarely even gets angry under normal circumstances.
Now you say you want to give a gift, but you get angry? What's going on?
So, Vesemir began to explain the whole story to Lan En, with a grimace on his face.
With his rosacea, he was actually a little happy.
"Berengar once wanted to forge the Sword of Tohaine in Kaer Morhen. At that time, his craftsmanship was still in shambles. I gave him some advice."
The Sword of Tohaine is made of silver. A form of sword. It is quite famous in the mainland.
The people who use silver swords are not limited to demon hunters. In those days when monsters were rampant, keeping a silver sword at home was a decent thing that took into account both safety and decoration needs.
“He didn’t allow others to get close to his anvil, so I could only give some advice.”
“But in the end the whole thing fell into the hands of the devil.”
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(End of this chapter)