Chapter 1245 1217. Theoretical research is unlucky
While putting the gloves on his hands again, Lan opened the door of Tisaya's room and walked out with the sorceress.
Both people looked normal.
Although the demon hunter's body recovers magic power quickly, special cases like Lan En have extraordinary reserves and extraordinary recovery speed.
But compared to a sorceress of Tissaya's level, it still seems shallow.
After reducing the sensitivity of her whole body, Tissaya drained Lan En dry more than twenty times.
But this is just to restore one's own magic power to a few tenths, or even one percent, of what it was before the curse was released.
She still felt empty, but at least it wasn't like she had a high fever like before, and even her brain's reaction was slowed down by several beats.
Exhibited to the outside world, it is barely normal.
This also made the researchers and scholars who originally saw something was wrong with Tissaya, but were cautious not to say anything because they didn't understand magic, and now came over to care, relieved.
"I'm a little doubtful now whether this place is suitable for a vacation."
Tisaya and Lan walked on the wooden stairs together, heading towards the weapons and lynx pavilion where they had lunch. On the way, I smiled and nodded to the scholars who occasionally passed by and greeted me.
"The uncomfortable feeling of losing the chaotic magic power that can be replenished at any time. If it was Margarita just now, she would not be satisfied unless she squeezed you until late at night."
As the body feels After getting better, Tisaya still had the heart to tease her students.
"Wow." Lan En expressed his approval without expression.
In fact, the low period of magic power is not very tiring for him, and he recovers quickly, so he doesn't take it to heart very much.
"Then you still need me to help?"
Lan asked Tissaya.
"You have not recovered very much now, and I am not under any pressure. I just need to eat more."
If an ordinary demon hunter is sucked out of magic like this, then even if he maintains sufficient If you don't take enough nutrients to maintain your body's functions, it will probably appear empty and weak.
Because the transformation speed of nutrients in the body cannot keep up with the pace.
But Lan En has modified high-energy blood, and the conversion and storage rates of nutrients after entering the body are very high, so that he can keep up with the needs of the sorceress.
But Tissaya stopped after taking two more steps, and after thinking for a while, she still shook her head.
“It still doesn’t work.”
“Tissaya.” Lan En called her name and scratched his head helplessly. "You don't have to worry about what happened before. It's about your physical condition. It was just an accident that didn't matter."
"No."
Even though Lan En said this, the sorceress still insisted on her opinion after a slight hesitation.
"The chaos magic power in my body is enough to keep me in a normal physical state, and although this state prevents me from casting magic anymore."
"But it's just right, I think. Using this time to limit my instinct to rely on magic may allow me to make progress in some more theoretical research areas."
"In my previous life, magic has always made me feel. So convenient.”
"A field that leans toward theory?" Lan En became interested. He looked at the sorceress in surprise, "For example?" Paired with her current blushing complexion, she looks even more charming.
“For example, the elf beacon you use to record the passing of the world. No matter who the elf is who made this beacon, the study of teleportation and positioning from the perspective of the 'world' has already made a difference to me. It’s very helpful.”
“I’m looking forward to getting more enlightenment from the ideas of this elf beacon.”
Lan En is no longer concerned about areas that he doesn’t understand very well. Say more.
He shrugged and made a dramatic and exaggerated etiquette: "Your body, you have the final say, madam."
After saying that, they just finished walking up the wooden stairs and boarded the stairs on the second floor of the Star Stronghold. A three-story weapons and lynx pavilion.
Tissaya went to find a stone table to sit on alone.
Lan En, who felt that he was being deliberately avoided, was not entangled. The two of them had just experienced an embarrassing scene, and it was good for them to keep their distance now.
He ran to share a table with Berengar and the leader of the second group who was hanging out with Berengar.
Today’s set menu is seafood cheese risotto, paired with a large piece of simmered grass-fed dragon steak, and pineapple-flavored beer.
If you don’t want to eat the daily standard set meal, you can also ask the chef to make a designated set meal by paying extra or using your accumulated survey points.
Lan En does have investigation points in his hand, which he accumulated during the last series of missions.
But he felt that there was nothing wrong with the daily set menu, especially since all the ingredients were fresh, paired with the chef’s skills, and the overwhelming vitality of the New World’s plants and animals.
What more could you ask for?
Lan En, who queued up to get three sets of today's set meals, sat down at the table of the other two people with his dinner plate.
Three "bang bang bang" sounds, the sound of the dinner plate falling was loud enough. The food of the New World Survey Team was as rough as ever, but it was also as durable and solid as ever.
"I have a good appetite today." Berengar was holding an empty scallop shell in his hand and raised his eyebrows at Lan En.
As he said that, he moved the dinner plate to the side of the leader of the second phase group to make room.
Lan En was not polite and immediately put his three portions aside and said while eating: "I consumed too much today." The one-eyed dark-skinned man held the big wine glass and smiled.
"Playing with the body of a 40-meter-long Dino Tyrannosaurus, the consumption is not big, but it is outrageous."
Although the 'consumption' in the other party's mouth is somewhat different from what I want to express, But Lan En just shook his head, took out the meat skewers on the dinner plate and started eating.
When the chef is preparing the dragon steak, he is accustomed to pouring liquor on the stone slab of the bar, lighting it, and covering it.
After the smoldering is completed, cut the soft and juicy dragon steak into mahjong-sized pieces, put them on iron skewers and grill them over an open flame for a while.
When serving food, stick the iron pick on the plate.
"The body of [Lord of the Mist Nest], after being processed today, I guess there will be no problem."
Speaking of the body, Lan En mentioned something to the leader of the second phase of the regiment. Mouth.
"Are you interested in those materials? You can keep more of them then."
Originally, Lan En thought that many craftsmen would never have the chance to see this rare thing in their lifetime. The other party must be very excited to receive two monster materials at once.
But after finishing speaking, Lan En saw the leader of the second group put down his wine glass a little hesitantly, and then touched his steel brush-like whiskers.
"Hey, Dino Tyrannosaurus material." He sighed first, and then sighed again, "Hey, [Master of Mist Nest]!"
Looking both disgusted and wanted at the same time appearance.
It turns out that the material of the Dino Tyrannosaurus has always been unlucky in the circle of craftsmen in this world.
Its dark green skin is smooth and tough, full of messy scars left by old wounds, as well as blood scabs left by cruel predation.
Not only does it stink, it's also difficult to deal with.
Coupled with the ecological destructive power of the Dino Tyrannosaurus and its terrifying predatory posture, craftsmen generally regard it as a material that is unlucky enough to take over.
“Oh, the symbolism is unlucky.” Berengar understood the unspoken rules and customs in the blacksmith industry.
He suddenly nodded happily: "Then leave it to me! I just use this thing to practice, so you can do me a favor and be a guide."
Old The demon hunter's long face turned to the leader of the second group.
After he came to this new continent, he felt more and more that the monsters on this continent were simply unbelievable. Even the techniques that could 'really utilize' these monster materials, he also felt that they were powerful and wanted to learn them.
As an apprentice, you should first pick up the dirty and hard work that the master is unwilling to do, and then let yourself become familiar with it.
Berengar still understands this.
The leader of the second phase team is also very happy. Someone can help him do the most troublesome pre-processing of the Dino Tyrannosaurus material. Of course he is happy.
Immediately laughing, the two blacksmiths raised their glasses and clinked them.
The aroma of pineapple ripples out from the sloshing of the wine.
"You two look very familiar. I thought you would dislike each other before."
Lan En looked at their interaction and felt relieved. He picked it up and took a sip with interest and said.
“You have only known each other for half a day.”
“It’s not that much trouble for a craftsman to talk.” Berengar wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, “Especially for people like us. A relatively pure craftsman.”
Lan En tilted his head speechlessly.
"Besides, don't think that I don't know what you want to do by dragging me here."
The old demon hunter looked at Lan En with a sneer.
“Just to introduce a resort? This is really a lot of effort.”
“Hehe.” Lan En shrugged and smiled, “I really can’t hide it from you.”
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And when he smiled, Berengar, who had originally sneered at him, stopped laughing.
The old demon hunter has habitually turned his head and looked away.
The rough and twitchy leader of the second phase group has no influence.
"The two of us have been studying the trophies you brought here all morning." The big man with one eye, the one eye seemed to shine when he said this!
“What a good thing! It is very strong in terms of physical defense and has good resistance to high temperatures.”
"But time is limited, and we haven't tested the resistance to lightning, low temperature, and water attributes. By the way, who polished and shaped these scales and dragon skin? The craftsmanship is also very good!"
"Bei Lengar told you about the owner of the dragon scales and dragon skin, right? He was the dwarf who captured the country."
Lan En put a spoonful of the seafood juice into his mouth. The rice is yellow and silky, covered in melted cheese, while talking.
“They made this for me. They said that the strength of the scales has reached the point where it is difficult to process. In order to prevent others from being helpless, they simply ground them into armor plates that can be used directly.”
“Oh, who are you looking down on?”
Berengar curled his lips and said something stubborn out of habit. But in the end I added it sincerely.
“But their level is indeed high. These rough-processed dragon scales can be processed again and then formed into various structures.”
(End of this chapter)
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