Chapter 822 804. Exploring Tailor-made
“Kill the monsters, and then dig out the long-abandoned treasures from the lair.”
The two of them and the cat walked outside, Lan En He said while smashing the bar.
"Isn't this a bit too bloody? It was only written like this in old novels, and now there is no market for such novels."
"But this is reality, Mr. Lan En . Wow wow~"
Geralt said in a smooth voice while shaking the drawings of the Advanced Wolf School in his hand.
"Reality does not matter whether a certain plot is popular in the market or not, what happens happens."
Geralt always has this ability: he can use his hoarse and low voice He speaks without any fluctuation, and makes the listener feel that he is acting strangely.
While curling his lips, Lan En confirmed again that this guy deserves to suffer in his career.
“Isn’t the Wolf School’s knowledge system the most complete?” Lan En took advantage of being at the edge of the river shallows, so he stepped into the river and washed his boots.
"Have you lost your blueprints too?"
"Copying the blueprints of these high-end equipment is very troublesome, so those old demon hunters who want to change their equipment will just go out with the blueprints if they don't have the patience. ”
Geralt stuffed this drawing into his small bag.
"Then die outside."
His thumb pointed behind him, pointing to the lair of the Horned Devil.
"Vesemir cannot take care of every piece of knowledge. He is not proficient in forging, so he cannot remember the blueprints of these equipment. If it is lost, it is really lost."
Organization and Management A group that is not tight enough will automatically and slowly fall apart due to various things after it has existed for a long time.
“But this place is too close to Kaer Morhen, and you have never discovered it?”
Lan pointed to the outline of the mountain peak not far away.
The high-altitude Blue Mountains area has year-round snow, and it is midsummer now, and many plants are already showing green leaves and colorful flowers.
Under the clouds and mist, the colorful colors of life are intertwined with the cold whiteness of the snow, just like an oil painting, with a touch of hazy beauty in the realism.
The tattered spire of Kaer Morhen’s main building pokes out from the contours of the mountain.
It is really a very close distance to be able to directly see the spire in the mountains where the terrain is complex and the view may change drastically when you turn a corner.
Geralt shook his head with a complicated expression.
"Kaer Morhen. In fact, we only come back here during the winter. We don't go out much except for hunting throughout the winter, and we don't want to wander around. So."
Therefore, the witchers do not care about the land around Kaer Morhen and do not explore it much.
This should also be due to the rejection of the demon hunters' identity.
They hated the Green Grass Trial, so they also rejected this place for them to train and mutate.
It is only because Vesemir is here that they come back to winter every year.
Without the desire to explore, the treasure will never be discovered no matter how close it is.
If Ciri hadn't been in need of care at the castle now, they wouldn't even be around Kaer Morhen in the summer.
"It seems that I have to find time to explore the surrounding caves and ruins. There should be a lot of good things left behind."
Geralt shook his head, He said helplessly.
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After Berengar's young forging tools were recovered, the guy's anger suddenly disappeared by half.
It seems that whether you are a demon hunter or an ordinary person, when you see the traces of your youth when you get older, you will always feel a sense of emotion.
Although Vesemir's craftsmanship has now been outclassed by Berengar, in the past, he was still a person who could give him some common sense advice when making swords.
So it is easy to build a blacksmith stove. As soon as Geralt and Lan arrived with their things on their backs, Berengar could start working on the furnace.
The news that the master-level blacksmith wanted to forge iron attracted both Ciri and Lambert.
When they came over excitedly, they happened to see Berengar measuring Vesemir's arms and hands.
A good long sword must conform to the body values of the sword holder, otherwise there will be problems with unsmooth movement.
A sword that is too long is difficult to control and can easily hit the ground or other obstacles during movement.
A sword that is too short is equivalent to giving away your precious attack distance from the very beginning in a death fight.
This is also the reason why military swords are often not favored, because standard long swords are all made from the same mold. But that's not the case for people who use standard long swords.
As for weapons such as halberds, spears, and crossbows, the longer the better, and individual differences have little impact on performance. Military supplies with stable quality are highly sought after.
Geralt can now use these two swords smoothly, thanks to the fact that his stature is very different from Belengar's.
“You want to give me a gift too?”
Vesemir said with a little surprise while letting Berengar tinker with him like a model trying on clothes.
“Who said that old guys can’t accept gifts?”
Berengar held a tape measure in his hand, and there were quills and paper used to record data on the table next to him.
“Tsk, tsk, you used to have two top-quality wolf school swords on your back. After so many decades, what kind of junk are you carrying on your back now?”
“I I really doubt that you will lose your life on these two pieces of junk one day, but before that day, I decided to save your life. "
"Thank you."
Visel. Mir sniffed his rosacea and smiled.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m going to get two good swords, or just because it’s a gift from my old buddy.
"I said Berengar." Lambert asked enthusiastically while rubbing his hands beside the blacksmith's stove. "What kind of sword are you going to forge now?"
"Is it the kind of Valyrian steel sword that people are blowing everywhere on the continent now?"
Berengar He glanced behind him at Lambert, who was rubbing his hands like a fly.
At this time, the demon hunter with a worrying hairline was imitating the description of the bard he had heard, speaking in a tone similar to singing a minor tune.
"The mysterious steel soaked in magic is as deep as night and its patterns are like water waves! Ordinary steel can be cut in two with a single knife, and the power of magic is not a problem!"
Berengar scratched the corner of his mouth and turned his head again.
It seems that Siloton Giancardi's publicity strategy and money offensive are effective. Because he wrote this sentence while watching the group of bards who wanted to get the reward.
Even the solitary people like witchers are well-known, and the publicity effect is certainly excellent.
"Will you smelt a furnace of Valyrian steel here?"
Lambert asked expectantly.
"Not a furnace of steel, but several swords."
Berengar said calmly.
Although he had prepared gifts for the descendants of the Wolf School, including Lambert, he still didn't like this guy who had a thorn in his mouth and couldn't deal with Vesemir.
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(End of this chapter)