Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 24 24. Tailor

 Early the next morning.

Amidst the tinkling sound of forging iron, Lan En placed his Bear School silver sword against the wall in the village's blacksmith workshop.

 “Sorry to trouble you, Ivan.”

Lan En raised his head to greet blacksmith Ivan.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up in an hour. The elder told me that the silver I gave you on the sword will be recorded in the village’s account. The quality of my batch of silver ingots is nothing to say.”

Ivan stood by the fire with his shiny arms shining, and patted his storage box with pride.

According to him, the inventory here comes from either Vizima or Goth Velen.

His technique is not very good, but it is enough to replenish the blade of the silver sword.

Bordong's silver sword has not been repaired for a long time after he was wanted. Yesterday, he killed eighteen water ghosts in a row, and a considerable part of the silver coating was worn away.

 It is worth at least two orens.

The young man’s studded leather gloves waved in the air as he walked out of the blacksmith’s workshop.

 I have to appreciate the wisdom of my decision again.

If you live in a big city, let alone the rent, exclusion and discrimination from others, and the resulting backlash.

 At least don’t even think about this kind of attentive service and free treatment.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Walking on the boardwalk in the village, Lan En would press his forehead from time to time.

 “It was a bit intense yesterday, Mentos.”

 Young people complained.

 “I have included your feedback in full, but please”

 “Hurry up. Don’t read me your rules and regulations!”

  “.Okay, sir.”

Knowing that he would get the same answer every time, Lan En couldn't help but complain every time after his brain was filled with knowledge like a Coke bottle.

 But in the final analysis, the function of Mentos is still undoubtedly superior.

Last night, in the skill analysis column, the [Trace Detection] from Bernie, a long-time hunter, had reached 13%.

 This is equivalent to 13% of Bernie’s proficiency and knowledge in this skill.

 The effects of the overnight infusion were evident, and now Lan was walking on the boardwalk.

His footsteps brushed against a bump mark, and he could identify it almost in the blink of an eye. It was a mark from a week to a month ago, and the source was the tipping and collision of the barrel.

With his witcher's sense of smell, he also knew that only fishing barrels and wine barrels would pass by on this road.

“If you don’t want to fight, being a detective is more than enough.”

 Suddenly, Lan En thought of this.

But he soon laughed to himself, because few people would ask a person with cat's eyes to investigate what they want to know.

witchers have technical skills as detectives, but this does not prevent them from starving to death due to lack of work.

"Sir, I don't recommend that you express emotion now. Because according to the plan, you need to repair the cotton armor on your body immediately to prepare for the afternoon hunting. Your [Surgery] skills still need a lot of training materials. , the [Biological Structure] project still has a large gap waiting to be filled, and [Trace Detection] also requires follow-up analysis of the target person."

"Am I not walking right now? Just a few small openings and it will be over in a while."

The young man put down the hand that was pressing his forehead and muttered to himself.

 [Surgery] is a practical skill, which is different from [Trace Detection] which is essentially the accumulation of knowledge and experience.

 The effect of simply infusing knowledge is extremely limited. It is a technique that requires Lan En to practice, and then Mentos to make constant corrections to improve mastery.

Skills such as [Bear School Swordsmanship] and [Riding Skills] all belong to this type.

 Go forward on the boardwalk above the lake, walking in circles between the wooden houses.

“Is that how it goes? Old Allen described her as ‘the woman with the best sewing skills’.”

 The construction of wooden houses is very messy. After all, this is a village of a hundred people, and there are about thirty houses.

Even the village elders could only point to the direction vaguely when describing the location of the tailor.

 The smell of a fishing village is by no means pleasant, especially a primitive fishing and hunting village like this.

The fish blood in the cracks of the wooden boards has been exposed to the weather and the smell is much stronger than rotten meat in the summer.

The witcher has a sensitive sense of smell, and the young man was at the end of his dizziness, so Lan En didn't know where to go for a moment.

At this moment, a familiar young voice came from the gap between the wooden houses.

 He heard this sound in the pub last night.

“Master Witcher, who are you looking for?”

That voice was cautious, with a bit of thinly concealed flattery.

Lan En’s dazed cat eyes suddenly woke up, as if someone poured a basin of ice water on his head. He turned around stiffly and faced the child. The man who wouldn't blink even if he was a water ghost, but now he didn't dare to look into those eyes of a young child.

 In Lan En’s heart, he is a debtor.

“Well, I, my cotton armor needs to be mended. I’ll find a tailor with good skills.”

The boy seemed suddenly happy, "Good tailor? My mother is not. I know the best tailor in Oriden! I can take you there!"

 Speaking, the boy quickly approached the young man and showed him the way.

Lan En followed step by step.

On the slippery boardwalk, the boy completely lost sight of the resentment he felt in the corner of the tavern last night.

He ran and jumped happily. Due to lack of nutrition, his head was big and his body was small, making him look like a walking roly-poly.

Lan En could see clearly that the boy wanted to say hello several times along the way, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he still gave up.

 For children, a flattering smile is easy to say, but flattering words are really difficult to say.

 After a while, after realizing that Lan En actually had no intention of speaking, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is a good thing for him to be exempted from small talk.

Hands on, his steps become lighter and more joyful.

  —Very real social fear.

 After walking near a wooden house, the boy seemed to finally face a task he had to do.

“Master.” The boy mustered up the courage to speak.

“Although I have nothing to do with her, this tailor’s skills are really good. Even the patches can be made strong and beautiful!”

“You can’t live in armor all the time, right? I think if we make some regular clothes for her, they will last for months and months. It’s so worth it!”

“You knock on the door here, I’ll leave first.”

 The person at the door seemed to have heard the noise and came over to open the door. The little boy White turned around and left in a hurry.

 After a while, he disappeared around the corner of the wooden house.

The door in front of him creaked open, and a woman with a tired and thin look stood inside.

 That's White's mother.

"Elder Allen has already informed me that I and a few companions sewed your cotton armor yesterday. Is it safe to use?"

 When the peasant woman in front of her saw Lan En, she immediately cheered up and welcomed him into the house with a smile.

The size of the house is considered normal for Oriden, and the wooden boards on the floor are also very clean.

 It is not difficult to imagine the efforts this peasant woman put into maintaining her family environment, even if there was no man in the family.

 In terms of furniture, it seems very empty due to the sudden decrease in household labor.

 Presumably some have been sold.

The young man felt that he had never been so nervous when facing a monster for the first time.

 Because he had a clear conscience at that time and only wanted to win.

but now.

“Very, very good. The water ghost’s claws were damaged in several places, but the seam on the abdomen was still fine. Great craftsmanship.”

 “Really, then I’ll be relieved.”

White's mother helped Lan En take off his cotton armor and was about to start repairing it.

Lan En still has the breeches from the Bear School armor and the linen lining of his upper body.

“Just now at the door, was there a child recommending that you make more clothes?”

The peasant woman went to the cabinet in the corner to look for sewing tools and asked Lan En.

 “Well, a boy, he said he didn’t know you.”

 “Haha, that’s my son, my name is Donna.”

White's mother smiled cheerfully and said: "Please forgive him, he just wants to get me more easy jobs. Advice from strangers is much more useful than recommendations from relatives of the seller. He probably thinks so." ? Haha, clever guy!"

"Of course, if you really need some clothes, I'm very welcome. After all, if a woman goes to work in the fishery, even if it's just to help, I can't bear it."

Lan En pursed his lips and nodded.

His cat eyes were still scanning this impoverished but clean and tidy home, and his brows were furrowed to the point of being uneven.

"I will, I, I need a lot of sets of clothes, after all, people like me will inevitably wear a lot of money. But, Mrs. Downer"

“Haven’t the elders and the village helped you?”

The witcher asked sharply.

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