Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1239 1211. Legendary Equipment
Berengar had to exert some effort to hold the heavy wooden beer cup, which was as big as a human head, in one hand, so Tishaya had to hold it with both hands.

In the investigation team, most people, like Berengar, held one beer glass in each hand.

The average level of physical fitness of the people here is so high! Is it because they eat so well?
Tissaia sat at the stone bar of the Arms and Lynx Pavilion.

The whole stone slab is roughly used as a bar and cooking table, and the stone pillars are flattened to serve as chairs.

This was clearly an occasion that was totally incompatible with the sorceress's refined and luxurious habits, but with the night breeze from the New World and the fresh grass scent wafting from the ancient forest, everything was surprisingly comfortable.

The fork in Tishaya's hand was holding a huge piece of steak. The steak was so plump and juicy that the juice would splash everywhere if it was shaken slightly. The texture of fat and lean meat was beautiful and rich.

Tishaya was totally unsuitable for handling such a large piece of meat, and was a bit flustered as she held the fork in both hands.

"Oh! You don't look used to it, meow?"

Weapons and the head chef of the Mountain Cat Pavilion, a chef whose size far exceeds that of a normal Felynx, one-eyed and ferocious-looking, was speaking while holding the hilt of the sword behind his back.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, meow! I'm also very curious about the eating habits in other worlds! It's just that Lan En was so easy to feed last time, and he didn't care what he ate, so I didn't learn any cooking knowledge from your place, meow!"

While complaining, the turbaned chef pulled out the broken sword behind him and easily cut the steak on the bar in front of Tishaya into smaller pieces.

Although it is still a "magnificent piece of meat" for the sorceress, at least it doesn't require much effort when inserting it.

When the piece of meat entered her mouth, Tishaya felt even stronger.

The style of seasoning and food preparation is rough, but because the quality of the ingredients is so good, you can almost taste the vibrant vitality of the animal.

So Tishaya, who had eaten almost all the food in the northern court from ancient times to the present, actually raised his eyebrows at this moment, appearing to be very pleased.

Flannel Ball is helping the chef in the kitchen.

The calico kitten took off his armor and tied a headscarf on his head.

It is said that human chefs wear turbans and hats to prevent their hair from falling into the pot. But what’s the point of just wearing a turban for a chef like Felynx who is covered with hair?
Lan En has always been puzzled by this, and what is even more puzzling is that the cat food made by Elu Cat really does not have any cat hair!
Fluff Ball used to work as a handyman under the head chef, and now he is familiar with the job.

Moreover, its two former companions in the thief adventure group were also busy at this time.

One of them entered the Weapons and Mountain Cat Pavilion after the adventure group disbanded, and was responsible for processing spices.

The other one is helping out at the Plant Research Institute, taking care of the various plants grown from cuttings from the 'little ancient tree'.

The three kittens were talking and laughing. They didn't look like they were working but rather playing.

Berengar was still sitting at the same table with the leader of the second group, staring at each other unkindly, mainly Berengar staring at the other.

"Haha!" The leader of the second group brushed his steel-brush-like beard, shook off the beer foam on his hands and laughed. "So you forged that 'base material', brother? Awesome!"

"That sword must have cut something very powerful before, but no matter how I asked Lan En, he seemed to not want to say more."

The leader of the second group wrapped his muscular arms around Berengar, and they were as familiar with each other as if they were two long-time drinking buddies.

In terms of appearance, the leader of the second group who has been fighting by the fire until now is older and more solid than Berengar.

But after Tishaya explained her age, the other party seemed to assume that Berengar was also an "elderly person", and that this was indeed not wrong.

Berengar, who had no intention of giving a good face to this guy who had tampered with his craft without permission, suddenly found that he could not break free from the strong arm that was around his shoulder.

After drinking two more cups, I actually felt a sense of mutual understanding.

"The biological fusion effect of Valyrian steel is too good. I thought that the [Vulcanism] would change after it cut through something extraordinary. I didn't expect that you would intercept it before I took over!"

Berengar's long face was filled with regret and madness.

"The situation was quite urgent at the time!" The leader of the second group said without hesitation, clinking his glass with Berengar and laughing. "Besides, the monster materials here can only be controlled by our blacksmiths."

“You don’t know how much I suffered in order to integrate the materials of the Nergigante into [Turbid Stream: Destruction]!”

"Here, it's common for blacksmiths to lose control of living monster materials. If things go wrong, they can even lose their lives!"

"I know your level." Berengar waved his hand while holding the wine glass and said decisively. "When it comes to using these monster materials, you are much better than me. There is no way you can't control them."

Under the steel-brush-like beard of the one-eyed bald man, a refreshing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

For those who are truly passionate about their craft, there is nothing more satisfying than being recognized by another skilled craftsman.

"But when it comes to controlling steel and adding mysterious powers to the processing process, you are far behind."

Berengar snorted and said.

"I've seen the [Turbid Flow·Destruction] that you modified. You must have used some simple rituals when you were modifying and smelting it?" As soon as the old demon hunter said this, the originally cheerful leader of the second phase immediately became solemn and serious, looking at him with burning eyes.

Expert!
In order to melt the [turbid current] that was motionless in the flames, the leader of the second group used a method he had seen during his study abroad experience in the Old Continent.

A technique of using rituals to draw upon the power of the earth's dragon veins to suppress and purify the legendary black dragon weapon.

But there is no doubt that the leader of the second group at that time was just watching the appearance of the ceremony.

He did not have sufficient knowledge of mysticism to understand the deeper meaning of the ritual.

After all, in this world, blacksmiths mainly focus on weaponizing and combining biological materials. As for those mysterious things, they are often taken over by professionals such as shrines and priests.

And the creator of the base material of [Turbid Flow·Destruction] in front of him seems to be familiar with not only the forging skills but also the mysterious knowledge!
Without saying a word, the one-eyed, bald, bearded burly man took out a bottle of yellow liquid from his pocket and poured it into his and Berengar's wine glasses in a familiar and enthusiastic manner.

The originally orange-yellow beer did not change at all after adding this liquid, except for the subtle bitter aroma of hops, which made people feel a refreshing rush to their heads at the first smell!
"A unique way of drinking, hehe." The leader of the second group casually put the empty bottle aside, "[Energy Drink] plus beer, refreshing and invigorating! Let's talk more!"

The leader of the second group was not the kind of person who would flatter others to find topics to talk about. Even when he was asking for advice, he was still generous and magnanimous.

And Berengar just happened to like people like him who are direct and generous.

The old demon hunter took a sip of the other party's 'unique drinking method' and immediately felt as if even the top of his head seemed to be emitting refreshing cool air.

"Let me tell you, if we only deal with the corpse of the uh, the Lord of the Mist Nest? Lan En doesn't need me at all. He is the famous Tishaya de Vries!"

Berengar said with certainty.

"I finally understand. He brought me here just to let us meet and see if we can work together to deal with the spoils of his latest adventure."

"The spoils of war? What is that?"

The leader of the second group was also eagerly looking forward to it. After all, the rare item from another world on Lan En's body had shocked him last time, and eventually became the greatsword that he was proud of.

What will it be this time?
"Dragon scales and dragon hide," Berengar said without further ado. "He wants to make a suit of armor."

The leader of the second group raised his eyebrows. He wanted to tell the other party that there was nothing else in the new world except that there were too many dragons to deal with.

But being generous does not mean being stupid. The leader of the second group immediately realized that the "dragon" the other party was talking about should be different from the one he had.

really.

When Berengar repeated Lann's description of Smaug, the expression on the face of the leader of the second group became very interesting.

When it comes to the most superficial and obvious body shape, the expression of the one-eyed bald strong man is still okay.

It's just big. With a body length of over 140 meters, it is indeed big, but not too big to be out of shape.

After all, how long has it been since that old Molten Mountain Dragon died?

But then, as Berengar released more and more information about Smaug, the other party's eye that was not covered by the blindfold became wider and wider.

Even [Muddy Stream·Destruction] was unable to penetrate the defense head-on and could only smash and cut the tiny scales at the wing joints.

The leader of the second group has created a lot of armor in the New World so far, and even changed the armor style inherited from the Old World.

However, he had never seen such material with excellent defensive performance.

He created [Muddy Stream·Destruction] with his hammer one by one, and he knew exactly how powerful it was.

Even if it hits the big horn of the Nergigante, it won’t be unable to break the defense!

And more importantly
"You said it was the dragon," the leader of the second group asked hesitantly to confirm.

"It can talk? It has occupied the treasury of a rich kingdom? And just because you have slept in that gold for decades, that pile of gold can torture people to the point of greed, until they collapse and go crazy?"

"Yeah, it's like a fairy tale, right? That's what I said at the time."

Berengar said jokingly.

But in the one eye of the Second Phase Group Leader, a blazing flame began to burn.

'Just long-term contact with gold can torture people to the point of greed and collapse.' In his eyes, this really has a lot in common with the legendary martial arts.

Of course, the leader of the second group definitely does not think that Smaug's scales will be as evil and powerful as that set of equipment.

But as a pioneer on the road of forging, before challenging the ultimate goal that is too far away, wouldn’t it be a good idea to pick some people who are somewhat similar to you to practice with?
(End of this chapter)