Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 817 799. Gift Angry

Vesemir glared at Berengar until the long-faced demon hunter's breathing became evener and he looked calmer, then Vesemir let go of his hand on the other man's shoulder.

Berengar shook off the hand on his shoulder unceremoniously, and while glaring at Vesemir, he rubbed the place where he was held down just now.

 “Son of a bitch, you old guy’s hand strength really hasn’t deteriorated!”

 He ​​cursed, and Vesemir shrugged and listened indifferently.

They are all old guys, and he knows that this is Berengar's performance of "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 start to choke and quarrel when we meet. But what else can we do? Don’t we want our children to have their heads stabbed? Are we going to kick them out of the house and cut off their relationship?”

Vesemir was afraid of staying here, and Berengar would lose his temper again, so he pulled Berengar out while talking.

Berengar said angrily, while Vesemir just laughed.

 The breeze blew through the courtyard of Kaer Morhen, and the clear sky in the sky was like an ocean with white waves.

“I don’t really 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.”

“Yes, you are a real person now. A certified master blacksmith, the things we can make by selling them are more than what we earn in half a year. You can rest now.”

 “Okay, let’s just say it.”

Berengar's long face turned red at first, but then it suddenly turned red.

Vesemir's attitude of not caring about anything made him feel like he was punched in cotton.

"Anyway, you think that after us old guys are dead, the pile of things below will have nothing to do with the young people."

“But why do I feel like you just want to show off to us?”

And Berengar did not resist.

 “But that’s you, I’m not going to die that easily.”

 “Okay, I think you are really old.”

 “Hey! I’m just here to show off, especially in front of an old guy like you!”

His long face sneered.

Berengar said as he walked with Vesemir.

 There are only two of them who can call a group of seventy or eighty demon hunters "young people".

Vesemir sat on a wooden box on the edge of the courtyard, resting his arms on his knees and looking at Berengar.

 The long-faced old witcher shook his head.

"My life is rich and safe now, what's wrong? Isn't it worth showing off? You used to be the leader among us, but now I am the one who has the ability! Stop being so nagging, just say whether you want it or not!"

 “What can I say about the craftsmanship of a master blacksmith? Of course it’s good!”

"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?"

Vesemir smiled helplessly and nodded: "Yes, why not?"

“Old man’s gift, even if you give me a sausage, I’ll take it.”

“Hmph, if I replace the food I gave you with sausage, you can eat it until you die.”

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?"

 At this point, Vesemir looked a little embarrassed.

 He scratched his rosacea.

 “Well, there may be some problems.”

“What?” “It’s 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 darkened.

“It took you so long and you didn’t even think about helping me get the equipment out?”

 “Isn’t this Kaer Mohanli? Isn’t there anyone who is interested in blacksmithing anymore?”

—

By the time Lan En came out of the basement, it had already 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 bulging feeling in his brain caused by consuming too much knowledge through Mentos had not reached this intensity for a long time.

 He spent this afternoon memorizing all the advanced recipes for witcher potions, decoctions, sword oils, and bombs.

The highest level of these alchemy items and witcher formulas is [Advanced], which is one level higher than [Enhanced].

And in the process, the future prospects and ideas of the warlocks for these potions also stimulated Lan En's own alchemical talent.

His brain jumped flexibly among these formulas and the ideas revealed in them.

 It was only in the end that my mind was so tired.

He has not yet begun to dabble in the sorcerers’ ‘vanguard theory’ and the research notes of Arzu and Malaspina.

  But it is expected that if you study the results of that level of research, it will only be more uncomfortable than it is today.

Lan rubbed his temples and walked towards Kaer Morhen's main castle.

Thinking about eating a big meal to provide nutrients for your over-consumed 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 demon hunter was feeling dizzy at this time and was still a little unresponsive.

 But the old witcher held on to his hand.

"Berengar said he wanted to open a furnace here and give him something good as a gift."

 “Isn’t this a good thing?”

 “But I seem to have made him angry.”

"Um?"

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 said you wanted to give a gift, but you got angry? what's the situation?

 So, Vesemir began to explain the whole story to Lan En, with a grimace on his face.

Even with his rosacea, he is a little bit happy.

“Berengar once wanted to forge a sword of Tohaine in Kaer Morhen. His craftsmanship was still in shambles at that time. I once gave him some advice.”

 The Sword of Toheine is a form of silver sword. It is quite famous across the continent.

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 wouldn’t allow anyone near his anvil at the time, so I could only give him some advice.”

“But in the end the whole thing fell into the hands of the devil.”

 (End of this chapter)