Chapter 987 969. Recommend Dudu
After the morning exercise, Lan En had no intention of going back to find Margarita or Tisaya immediately.
The two sorceresses must have conspired to do something last night, which made him feel something was wrong.
“So you came to me?”
Berengar was rarely tinkering by the stove. He was holding a decent Check out the list.
After all, blacksmithing is his hobby, and he is a master blacksmith maintaining his own touch.
But his job is actually to take care of the entire billet production process for the Valyrian Steel business.
Including quality control of steel billets, production efficiency, etc.
Now Lan En is sitting across from Berengar's desk, with his elbows on the table and his chin on both hands.
This is a small office built in the Valyrian steel billet production workshop. Outside, a group of strong men are in full swing smashing iron ingots with hammers. Belengar is working inside.
When Lan En talked about what he felt was wrong with Margarita, Berengar leaned forward with great interest.
"So, you are beginning to feel that you can't handle it? Are you out of your depth?"
Lan En raised his eyes and looked at the old demon hunter, who had gained a lot of strength due to receiving the fire of the spell. The hot feeling spread.
It seems like he didn’t say anything, but he seems to have said everything.
Berengar smiled and retracted his forward body.
"In short, I am nodding now. There is a funding gap in a lot of industries. Even if the gap is filled, someone still has to find someone to take care of it."
"Let me tell you" and lay down on the back of the chair. Berengar said with a tone that was either teasing or jealous.
"The Aretuza family has a great cause. Just open your mouth and say something. A lot of gold coins can crush people to death."
"No." Lan En simply refused, "I always feel that I used to eat soft food when I had no choice but to eat soft food now that I have grown up. This is not in vain!"
"Oh, now I am stubborn."
Belengar stabbed him with a smile, but also with a tone of teasing or jealousy.
Because this tone sounded quite pleasant, Lan En was not prepared to argue with him.
"Bang, bang," two knocks on the door rang out. Although the sound of the wooden door being knocked was drowned in the sound of forging iron, the significant difference in timbre could still be distinguished from the noise.
The visitor was obviously very familiar with Berengar, and he had already opened the door and entered before he answered in the office.
“Hey, White Wolf. You’re good.”
Lan En turned sideways on his chair, saw the person coming in clearly and raised his hand to say hello.
When Geralt pushed the door in, he didn't expect Lan En to be here, but he quickly came to his senses.
After all, Lan En did not show that damn smile when he greeted him this time, because the young witcher was not happy at the moment.
"Hello to you, Lan. I didn't expect to meet here."
Geralt's low and hoarse voice sounded, matching his handsome and handsome uncle's stiff face. It's quite charming.
"What's wrong? Do you think I will die outside?"
"Maybe?"
The two of them talked and laughed with each other about death. People in the profession of demon hunters are not so superstitious. , although they often deal with things like curses.
But it is precisely because they have seen all kinds of unconstrained curses and magic that they can see clearly.
Talking about their respective deaths can be regarded as a unique topic for demon hunters when chatting.
Geralt pulled a chair from the side and sat next to it after closing the door.
Now there are three pairs of cat eyes in the house.
"Is work going well?"
The relief of seeing an old friend finally freed Lan En from his troubles, and he asked with a smile.
In order to ensure Ciri's life in Kaer Morhen, several witchers from the Wolf School must protect her and train her in the invisible castle.
The remaining person has to go out to earn money to support his family.
Geralt followed Berengar to Goos Velen to look for work since last time.
"Very good." Geralt responded to his friend's question while smacking the mud on his boots on the wooden floor.
“The land of Velen is very ancient. The ancient races left temples, tombs, and laboratories protected by agencies. Arethusa is very generous to explorers. The work here is indeed suitable for demon hunters. Come and do it.”
The ancient race refers specifically to the race that had settled before humans appeared on this continent.
Including elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, dryads, etc.
Some time ago, Arethusa became interested in this ancient knowledge and organized an expedition.
This is what Geralt does now.
The academy will buy ancient magic items or knowledge from explorers at a high price.
After all, the college’s cash flow is now worried about how to spend it.
"I wrote to Yennefer a few months ago. She also wrote back to me and agreed. She should be in Kaer Morhen by now, taking care of Ciri's life. Don't worry." br>
Because during the Northern War, Lan En took care of Ciri with them, and finally sent them out of the war zone.
So Geralt and the guys from the Wolf School all believe that Lan En has the power to know and interfere with Ciri's current situation.
So after Geralt talked about his current work situation, he also took the initiative to tell the young man about his arrangements for Ciri.
"That's good, a little girl's body should be taken care of by a mature woman. We guys don't understand anything."
Lan En first affirmed Geralt's actions. It seems that he listened to his own advice and realized that letting Ciri grow up healthily is far more important than his excessive and hidden pride.
Based on Lan En’s understanding of Geralt, he must have been in a lot of pain when he wrote to Yennefer.
As expected, Berengar, who was watching the excitement, commented on Geralt’s expression when he said ‘write a letter’ just now.
“But when I saw the expression on your face when you wrote the letter, I thought you were going to fight with the leader.”
Berengar said while shaking his head and hating the iron.
"What did you call it at the beginning? 'Dear good friend'? I can't believe it. You were holding it in for two hours, right? That's all you could say."
Lan also looked at Geralt with a strange expression.
When you ask Yennefer to do something, call her not 'my lover' or something like that, but 'good friend'. Whose good friend travels thousands of miles to babysit in a dilapidated castle on the edge of the civilized world?
"Geralt, let me confirm." Lan En considered his words, "Um, have you ever asked anyone to do something?"
Geralt put his two hands together, covering his face and rubbing them up and down.
"No, stop it, Lan. As I beg you."
The muffled sigh coming from under the leather-gloved hands was almost a plea.
Unfortunately, Berengar seems to like to use his 'Wolf School-style taunting' against his own people.
"Yes, 'As I beg you'. It would be great if you could write this sentence at that time."
"Look at the reply from the sorceress. She also calls you 'dear friend'. The irony is almost jumping out of the letter."
Listening to Berengar's words, Lan En Suddenly I felt like I missed out on a lot of excitement.
"Well, it seems that everyone is not having a good time."
Lan patted Geralt on the shoulder and sighed.
“Huh, do you have a story too?”
Geralt first slapped Lan En's hand on his shoulder away. In his eyes, people like Lan En should live happily.
But then, Lan En told him that he was on the verge of bankruptcy.
“So, you are going to become an ordinary witcher?”
Geralt crossed his arms and looked at Lan En beside him.
“Looking for work everywhere, being pressed for wages, being spit on when passing by, like a leper?”
"Why do I feel that you are getting more and more excited the more you talk?"
"No, not at all. I'm about to cry."
The one Geralt practiced to reduce trouble. Sometimes it’s really hard to see emotions on a dead face.
However, in front of Lan En, he still felt Geralt's joyful teasing.
White Wolf is not stupid at all. The more he comes into contact with Lan En, the more he realizes that the money is not a trouble at all to him.
On the contrary, it can be used as a joke.
If Lan En was really stumped by the money and was about to go bankrupt, then he would not joke about it.
Geralt is very measured, and whether he admits it or not, he tries to avoid hurting others.
Physically or mentally.
So Lan En was not angry at Geralt's teasing.
"Okay, having said that." After the joke was over, Geralt seemed to have remembered something and said to Lan En.
“Compared with the money gap, you are actually more worried about who should manage your property, right?”
“What? The famous [White Wolf] wants to enter Financial industry? "
In response to the joke just now, Lan made a comfortable posture in his chair and looked at Geralt.
“No, I am self-aware and I cannot play with anything too complicated.”
Geralt spread his hands and said.
“But I should know someone reliable?”
It was Lan En’s turn to be stunned.
“Do you really know someone who is engaged in finance? And why are you so unsure when you say ‘people’ at the end?”
“I don’t know if he can invest in funds or something. But he is indeed a powerful businessman. He once used a dozen packhorses as capital and increased it hundreds of times in Novigrad."
Geralt scratched his chin with his hand, where there was a ring of white stubble.
"Well, have you heard of doppelgangers, aliens, or mimics? Which name do you like?"
Lan En frowned slightly and said.
"You mean a shapeshifter? What does a shapeshifter have to do with a businessman? No, wait. You mean?"
Not only Lan En showed a surprised expression, Berengar also They all put down the reports in their hands and raised their eyes to look at Geralt.
"Yes." Geralt smiled sarcastically.
"The powerful businessman I'm talking about is, uh, a shapeshifter."
"His name is Trico Langrevinc Le Tote. Dan and I For convenience, friends like Derien call him Dudu.”
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