Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1159 1141. Workshop
After actually experiencing the current atmosphere in the city of Gos Velen and verifying whether his previous plan worked.

Lan walked past Gos Velen's famous fish market again.

The smell of fish and blood is still strong here. When the fishing boats return to the port to unload and transport the sea fish here, all the wild cats and domestic cats in the city gather here consciously, wanting to ask for some leftovers from the process of slaughtering the fish.

The cats in this city know the working schedules of the fishing boats in the harbor even better than the new fishermen and fishmongers.

However, because cats can sense the chaos magic of the witcher and feel disgusted, no cats approached Lan En on his way.

Walk all the way to the edge of the city wall where Gos Velen is near.

The noise from residential and commercial areas began to fade, and the air with the fishy smell of seafood also gradually disappeared.

Instead, there was the sound of clanging steel and the smell of burning charcoal and hot steel.

This is the workshop area that has emerged in Gos Velen in recent years.

Billowing black smoke rose straight into the sky from the chimney, forming a sharp contrast with the clear sky of Gos Velen and the blue coastline with white waves.

Some people would say that this is pollution and human destruction of nature, but more people believe that the black smoke represents economic benefits.

In other words, it means more people’s stomachs can be filled and more people’s bodies can be clothed.

"I told you! There are no separate furnaces for dwarven blacksmiths and human blacksmiths! Nor are they allowed to open separate work areas for each!"

Amid the clanging sound of hammering, Berengar's distorted voice came through the wall. It could be heard that he was shouting very loudly and in a bad tone.

"You are not allowed to refuse to cooperate with others because of race! Everyone! I mean everyone who still wants to work here, work like this workshop was first built! Do you understand?!"

"Fuck your mother! And fuck your mother! And especially fuck your mother! If you dare to make such a request to me again, you will go to the muddy field in Velen Village and build your blacksmith furnace!"

"The money made here has nothing to do with you! Let me see how much money you sons of bitches can make in a month!"

Lan walked into the workshop, and as the heat wave hit him, he saw Berengar standing on an anvil forging metal.

This anvil was not very big, just big enough to hold two feet of an average person, but the witcher's past training made his steps flexible and his lower body stable.

He could even circle around on the anvil, point out the three people below him, and yell "Fuck your mother" at them.

Two of them were human blacksmiths, and one was a dwarven blacksmith.

The blacksmiths in the circle below were all silent. Berengar's long face was still quite intimidating when he was angry.

Especially when he also has a pair of cat eyes that represent a witcher.

Nowadays, people's general impression of demon hunters has not changed much, but at least they acknowledge the combat effectiveness of demon hunters: they are definitely better than an old soldier who has killed countless people.

This taught these burly blacksmiths to have rational conversations with Berengar.

Not only that, as soon as Lan En entered the room, he lowered his head and glanced at the wall next to the door.

A man wearing black medium-weight armor, with two half-handed swords on his back and his hairline shaped like an 'M', was leaning against the wall, looking at the group of blacksmiths with a cynical and sarcastic sneer on his face.

This is Lambert, who succeeded Geralt and came to Gos Velen to make money.

"Hey, this is an internal matter of the workshop, no one is allowed in."

The wolf-faction witcher said without turning his head.

"Especially a wimp like you who buys a magic cloak to hide his true identity and bully others."

Apparently not only Lan En noticed him as soon as he came in, he also saw Lan En.

"Then you really misunderstood me, Lambert."

The voice coming from under the cloak startled the wolf-faction witcher. When he turned his head to shift his attention from the excitement, he happened to see Lan's hood brim slightly raised.

Two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other.

"Your mouth is still as sharp as ever. In such a treacherous and unpredictable situation, I am finally able to see something that has not changed. This actually makes me feel a little relieved."

Lambert gave Lane his trademark cynical smile that made bystanders feel sarcastic.

"You don't have to be sarcastic. I know my smile is annoying, but it's a coincidence, isn't it? I haven't thought about changing it."

"Hmm~" Lan En nodded with a long tone, "Yes, that's the taste. It makes me feel more comforted."

After saying that, Lan En moved a few steps to the side and stood next to the wall where Lambert was leaning against.

Because Berengar was still standing on the anvil, spinning around and spitting, the surrounding blacksmiths, whether due to their skills, strength, or position, did not have the confidence to make any rebuttal, and for a moment they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Therefore, no one else was seen coming into the workshop.

"What's going on?"

"Don't ask me more. I was just pulled here to be a bodyguard. You know the brainless burly guy at the door of a high-end bar? That kind."

Lambert spoke nonchalantly without even looking up, while his hands continued the action that had just been interrupted by Lan En: wiping the edges of the chain mail on his armor with a shiny cloth.

This armor was in the form of the High Wolf School armor collected around Kaer Morhen. It was a light but strong leather jacket wrapped around an inner layer of chain mail protection.

It looked quite new, probably just made by Berengar. But considering how unhappy Berengar was with Lambert, it was probably because Lambert paid the full price for the materials before he asked Berengar to start the furnace.

Maybe coming here to calm the situation was also part of their agreement.

The 'bustling crowd' in the workshop was clearly divided into several factions, which really was the case of 'where there are people, there are rivers and lakes'.

Around the three guys who were named "Fuck your mother" by Berengar, there was a group of people who stubbornly gathered together even though they didn't dare to say a word even though they were pointed at and scolded.

The other majority of people are just bystanders.

There was an expression on his face that said, 'I know this matter is serious and the trend is wrong, but I'm also scared and I don't want to get involved.'

What made Lan En feel a little relieved was that Fergus, Yuna, and their master, the bald dwarf blacksmith master Tur Butcher, were obviously not standing among the crowd of people being scolded.

Finally, the old demon hunter saw that his cursing did not disperse the crowd gathered around the three "fuck your mothers", so he sighed, waved his hand, and jumped down from the anvil.

"Well, that's enough of this," he announced. "Get back to work."

So after the crowd dispersed, the clanging sound of hammering became even louder.

After Berengar jumped down from the iron felt, he walked towards Lambert, which was the entrance of the workshop.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw a man wearing a magic cloak, hiding his head and showing his tail, standing next to the witcher of his school.

Wait, a magic cloak?

The old witcher thought about it for a moment and understood.

After studying the elven beacon, Tishaya and Margarita's research progress on the celestial conjunction phenomenon has almost surpassed that of all human wizards in the world today.

And with the data they collected each time Lan En came back, their understanding of the world continued to deepen, resulting in increasingly accurate predictions of when Lan En would return.

Who knows, someday they may be able to make some improvements to the Elf Beacon and realize innovative things like cross-world communication.

As for the predicted time of Lan's return, Margarita would always ask Berengar about it.

Therefore, the old demon hunter actually knew that Lan En would be back in the next few days.

"Thank God, someone finally came who can calm the situation down."

Berengar sighed as he walked towards the two demon hunters opposite him.

“This situation is really giving me a headache!”

"Don't be like that." Lan En stood up from his position with his back against the wall and chuckled. "Your face is already long, and if your head gets bigger, it won't look good, Berengar."

As he spoke, the hood that cast a shadow tilted towards Lambert beside him.

"Look, veterans' brains are more useful than newbies'."

The only official Wolf School demon hunter present responded with his habitual sneer.

Berengar did not respond, but just sighed again with a headache.

At this time, among the many blacksmiths who had dispersed from the gathering, the dwarf master Tur Butcher came over with his dwarf apprentices and human female servants.

This action attracted several obscure glances from the blacksmith who seemed to have resumed his normal working order.

Berengar turned his head to look at the dwarven forge master who stopped after approaching.

"Okay, this isn't a good place to talk, let's go somewhere else."

The dwarf master nodded uprightly, the firelight from the workshop reflected on his bald head.

The group turned and walked past the blacksmiths who seemed to be working busy but had their own thoughts, and walked towards the office area next to the workshop.

When Lambert reached the door, he naturally stood against the wall outside Berengar's office.

After entering the door, although the blacksmith's furnace, red-hot charcoal and steel were no longer in the office, there were piles of documents and work records instead.

But in the office next to the workshop, there is also the smell of coal ash and charcoal fire.

Lan En naturally stood in front of the filing cabinet, pulled out a copy of the workshop's operating records, took off his hood and began to flip through it.

At the same time, he asked Berengar with a smile without turning his head.

"You hired Lambert as a security guard?"

"I'm giving him a treat!"

Berengar sat in the chair behind his desk and shouted outside in response to Lan's question.

"F**K YOU! Berengar!"

Of course Lambert outside the door could hear it, so he didn't open the door and cursed back through a wooden board.

(End of this chapter)