Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1161 1143. Property Armor Design
"If Lambert wants to go back to Kaer Morhen, then those who come here to make money should continue to take over. There is no thug in this city who can beat a fully armed witcher yet."

But Lambert's instinctive stubbornness came from outside the door again.

"That girl has been in Kaer Morhen for almost two years, and she has become quite skilled. Yennefer also said that long-term isolation has a great impact on a person's, um... mental health? Growth process? Anyway, that's what she said, it has a great impact."

"I plan to bring her out after a while and let her interact more with people of her age."

What this means is that Ciri will not stay in Kaer Morhen, a castle on the edge of the civilized world, for long.

The Wolf School's witchers no longer had to leave two people to stay in the castle to protect the little girl. Their daily routine would return to what it was before.

Lan En didn't care about this.

He ignored Lambert's shout outside the door and continued speaking to Berengar.

"This will be a long-term, ongoing mercenary mission with considerable profits. It doesn't matter if a demon hunter wants to leave temporarily. I also know Gerd from the Bear School."

"He should be very satisfied with this kind of easy work."

"There is also Cohen from the Griffin School, but I heard that he has a long-term cooperative relationship with a mine in Bovis and is even a shareholder. He may not have the time to come."

"But even if it's a demon hunter we don't know, it's fine. Anyway, we just need this force and the sense of security brought by the demon hunter's identity and position of not helping each other to maintain order in the workshop, right?"

Berengar nodded. If there was a permanent witcher who was not biased towards either side in the eyes of humans or non-humans as security, then things would at least not degenerate into the worst situation.

That is, humans and non-humans began to resort to force and bloodshed.

In that way, he, as the technical director, can finally continue to focus on the technical field without having to worry about these messy and annoying things.

Just leave it all to professional managers.

It was obvious that he was not cut out for "project management and personnel arrangements." However, he was forced to do this over a long period of time, and his already negative hairline was almost pushed back further in the past few months.

"But we still have to be selective and not invite the cat faction and those mentally ill lunatics here."

Berengar said this cautiously, and he originally wanted to add a "bear faction".

The cat school is generally considered to be manic and easily out of control, while the bear school is considered to have no empathy and be more like a cold knife than a warm person.

This kind of mental state would make a person a madman, not to mention a demon hunter, even a decent elf or human, who would not be accepted by either group.

But after Berengar looked at the young man across the table who had no idea what was going on and was even nodding his head in agreement, he rationally controlled his words and did not mention the "Bear School".

As for what Lan En said, "Issuing long-term employment tasks in the name of Aretuza College."

The casual, chatty tone did not cause any fluctuations in Berengar's psychology.

Because this is something that he takes for granted.

"There's something else I need your help with." Lan En casually made arrangements in the name of Aretuza, suppressed the current tense atmosphere, and then spoke to Berengar.

"Your armor?" The old demon hunter leaned back in his chair before Lan En finished speaking and said with certainty. "For someone like you, not wearing armor is no different from being naked, right? You have no sense of security or tension."

"You came to me today with no armor under your cloak. There must be something wrong."

Lan En clapped his hands in flattery: "Indeed, that Grandmaster-level armor was burned to pieces."

"Burned to pieces?" Berengar said in surprise. "Oh my God. What on earth have you encountered?"

"A dragon."

"A real dragon? That's not possible, right?"

"It can speak human language, its scales are indestructible, over 140 meters long, and its dragon flames can melt gold in seconds."

Berengar, who was originally surprised, stopped talking after Lann reported Smaug's basic performance.

Just the corners of his mouth twitched, and a smacking sound came from his mouth.

"Well?" Berengar scratched his chin. "You shouldn't be busy now, right? I can make another one for you. Of course, you have to pay for the materials."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lan En raised his eyebrows.

"I pay? Wait, my property is safe now?"

Berengar pulled out a drawer in his desk, rummaged through it briefly, and took out a letter, then handed it to Lan En across the table.

"The agent you found is very good. Three or four months ago, he asked the messenger of the Giancadi Bank to deliver the news."

Lan En opened the letter and saw Dudu's handwriting on it.

He briefly talked about his business operations over the past period of time and the operation of the assets entrusted to him by Lan En.

The assets that received timely capital replenishment did start to operate again, and the original properties were gradually revitalized.

Although some are still in the investment stage, many have begun to see returns.

Lan now has shares in two shipping companies in Novigrad, one of which is mainly engaged in ocean shipping and the other is mainly engaged in inland river shipping. Although the scale of Lan's available liquidity has shrunk compared to before, his assets have expanded healthily.

It cannot be said that the operations during the Sillerton Giancardi period did not bring results.

There was another letter inside the letter, which vaguely explained the funding for the newly emerging Dark Alley Gang in Novigrad and the control of the gang's funds.

Dudu had indeed executed the plan he had roughly arranged very well and was making steady progress.

So Lan En now had a considerable amount of liquid funds, plus the physical treasures he brought out from Lonely Mountain.

After making up for the money embezzled by the Knights Templar, the remaining part was more than enough for him to replace his clothes or replenish his supplies.

The property was running healthily, which made Lan feel good.

He folded the letter again and put it back in his arms, but his hand turned and touched the alchemical leather bag on his waist again.

He took out a piece of dragon scale with dragon skin with great effort and handed it to Berengar.

"I am indeed planning on making a new set of armor, but I have to admit that I am already finding the original Grandmaster-level Bear School armor a bit difficult to use. It can't keep up with my rate of improvement."

Berengar immediately straightened up from his chair and took the dragon scale handed to him by Lan with a raised brow.

His palms carefully and attentively felt the texture of Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin.

"This is?"

The old witcher gave Lan an inquiring look.

The young witcher shrugged and said, "It's the dragon that burned my armor apart. His name is Smaug."

"To be honest, its scales are really indestructible. I had to use a lot of restraint to kill it. So I think."

Lann didn't finish his words, but he stretched out his hand toward the scales, his eyes looking back at Berengar, and his meaning was clear.

"Can you help me see if I can use these dragon skins and dragon scales? You are also... uh, a former demon hunter. You understand my actual combat needs and application scenarios for armor, right?"

"No other blacksmith has this advantage, not to mention that your craftsmanship is also first-rate."

"Yes, yes." Berengar glanced at Lan unhappily when he was stuck in his words, and continued.

"It should be easy to wear and maintain, have strong adaptability to the environment, and have few restrictions on the wearer's movements. Most importantly, the effect of the combined enchantments on the suit. Tsk, do you think it's possible to make armor automatically clean up people's butts?"

"I know that designing a set of school equipment based on a new material is a huge project. It may take two generations for the Demon Hunter School to complete a prototype."

Lan ignored Berengar's sarcasm. After all, he was just asking someone to do something for him.

"But you are different, Berengar. If nothing unexpected happens, you are the most accomplished craftsman in the history of the witcher! Fame, resources. Which other witcher has such glory as you? This is ability!"

"It would take other people two generations to accomplish this, but I believe in you! You can definitely finish it in a few months!"

The young witcher was not at all stingy with his flattery, and Berengar didn't seem to be too averse to this job.

In addition, Lann spoke nicely, so the old witcher just smiled unhappily and put Smaug's dragon scales and dragon skin beside him.

He expressed his intention to stay and study the properties of this new material.

After putting away the materials, Berengar turned around and asked, "How much of this dragon did you bring back?"

"If Smaug's skin was peeled off and laid out flat, it would be enough to cover half a town. What I brought back would fill four or five rooms? About right."

"Then how about I make you a set of original bear armor to wear?"

Berengar craned his head again to look at the pieces of armor that fell out of the alchemical leather bag along with Lan's dragon scales.

"The main body is still there, but the leather and tethers are burned. It's not difficult to assemble. Friendly price, I'll charge you 300 orens for the materials."

The young demon hunter scratched his chin and looked at the pieces of his armor.

"Well, let's not do that. I don't have anything that requires me to wear armor recently. It would be great to just do it in one go."

"Okay, then leave it here with me." Berengar began to bend down and collect the scattered parts. "I'll complete it later and hang it on the armor display rack."

"What about the polishing marks on these dragon scales? They look like they have been made to fit directly onto the main body of the armor."

"Smaug invaded a dwarven country. After I killed him, the dwarves helped me peel off these skins. I also processed them in advance."

In fact, when Lan asked the dwarves of Lonely Mountain to help him polish the dragon scales in advance, he actually felt that the tools at Berengar's disposal would probably not be able to process Smaug's scales.

But now that I’m looking for someone to help me, of course I’ll just say the nice things and ignore the bad ones.

Lann's control of tone and interpersonal relationships made it easy for him to make Berengar smile, and the old witcher himself might not even realize it.

(End of this chapter)