Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 280 279. I Have a Formula
By the time Lan En finished all the morning exercise plans formulated by Mentos, his linen shirt was already wet with sweat.

Mentos monitors Lan En's physiological values ​​in real time, and it can control every training plan to the point where Lan En's current physique feels exhausted.

Fortunately, it is not an emergency now, otherwise Mentos still has a short-term sprint plan for intensive and high-intensity training relying on the ultra-fast recovery endowed by the [Second Heart].

The job it was designed for is to strengthen the learning ability and expansion ability of interstellar humans, and it is handy to make such a plan.

After Lan En returned to the dean's room, he opened the door and went in.

In this luxurious and elegant room, under the midday sun, the tightly stitched curtains were drawn, turning the glare of the sun into an ambiguous light.

Lan En's footsteps were light enough without deliberately controlling them.

As he stepped over the messy clothes on the floor, he took off his sweat-soaked shirt and walked to the bathroom.

"It's already noon, Rita. How can the dean of a magic academy be so leisurely?"

On the soft velvet bed behind him, there was the sound of sobbing as he buried his head in the quilt on his stomach.

Margarita was sprawled on the bed with nothing but a black tulle on her body.

The sweat that flowed out in the morning also made that layer of tulle cling to her body, revealing the color of flesh, outlining the plump peach-like peak below the waist.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with it! Tishaya will take care of it quickly. I just need to teach the class on time and take care of the students."

This female sorceress who is not interested in power, but only cares about students and luxurious life, sees her position in the academy very clearly, and is also very free and easy.

She is completely enjoying the position of 'designated dean', and as an easy-to-satisfy salted fish, she has no desire to jump or turn over at all.

"Wow."

Lan En opened his mouth and let out a sigh.

I don't know whether it's because of the wonderful scenery on the velvet bed, or because people like Tishaya taught me a 'salted fish'.

Although Teshaya has no sense of power, she still pursues magic and maintains the authority of the academy.

It wasn't until the sound of rushing water waves came from the bathroom that the beautiful body on the bed came to a standstill, and then with an expression that couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia for the soft bed or anticipation of what would happen later, he got up and walked on tiptoe to the bathroom .
"Huh? I remember you were so tired in the morning."

"It's really tiring, but I can't help it"

Lan En's process of flushing and finishing the matter was prolonged for a long time due to the accident.
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After lunch, Lane and Margarita sat in the dean's office.

On Tishaya's table, even the dinner plates she had used were neatly arranged.

Seeing the two people coming in from the door, the former dean waved lightly, and the tableware he used disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that he had returned to the college kitchen.

She dignifiedly wiped away the non-existent stains on her mouth, and glanced up at Margarita who was half lying on the cashmere bench just after entering the door.

"You arrived at the office an hour and a half later than usual today."

Rarely, Lan found that Margarita, who had always been easy-going with Teshaya, subconsciously corrected her sitting posture at this moment.

It's like a student caught by the teacher.

"You are not a freshman, Rita. Pleasure is the treatment that mages deserve, but at the same time, it is the mage's responsibility to make unremitting efforts in the pursuit of magic."

"Of course, teacher!"

The subconscious action made Margarita even call her a student.

She quickly picked up the parchment scattered on the low table in front of the cashmere bench, on which were written many geometric images and algorithmic formulas that Lan En could not understand.

It looked like a spell study that Margarita was pondering.

Unlike Deshaya, who has built herself into a nearly all-rounder warlock for a long time, Margarita's talent in conjuration is the result of her lazy attitude towards life as Dean Arethusa. main reason.

The demon hunter stood aside, watching the interaction between the pair of master, apprentice and colleagues.

His teasing and helpless eyes calmed down Margarita's tense body, which had been tense because of facing the serious Tishaya.

It also reminded me of Lan En's whispering with her in the bathroom.

"Wait, Tishaya! I have it here"

Margarita looked up from the parchment so abruptly that she briefly let her brilliant blond hair go out of the way.

But when she raised her head again, she saw Lan En sitting leisurely on the guest seat opposite Tishaya's table.

Tishaya herself was not at all surprised.

She just pinched her fingers between her brows and glanced at Margarita's plump lips.

"Rita. Rita, every time you bring Lan En here, I feel that he is the dean who works."

The witcher raised his forearm that was resting on the armrest, and smiled as a gesture.

"I'm not a warlock, I'm still a man."

"Don't stress, I know."

Tishaya quietly averted her gaze from Lane's smiling face.

"That's why I didn't just drown Rita in a bathtub full of Eastern red wine."

The current dean buried his blond hair behind the parchment with a guilty conscience, while the corner of the witcher's mouth twitched at the guest seat on the desk, almost unable to maintain that bright and light smile.

Dongzhidong red wine, the country of knights - Toussaint's national treasure red wine.A bottle of red wine that is less than five years old and the weather is suitable for grape growth is basically priced at [-] florins a bottle.

Converting Nilfgaard's florins to Temerian orems is roughly equivalent to 150 orens.

The cost price of Lan En's armor overhaul is only [-] Oren. A bottle of this red wine is equivalent to a whole set of light armor!
Opening your mouth is to drown people with this kind of red wine. Is the sorceress so extravagant even when she speaks harshly? !

Mr. Lan, a young man from the countryside, reaffirmed his poverty.

"Tell me, Lan En. Last time you came here, you found a groundbreaking path for our research. What surprise will you give me this time?"

Tishaya put her hands on the table and looked at Lan En seriously.

Shocked by the other party's aura of wealth, the young man pursed his lips to recover.

"That's right. You said before that the current market for magic gold, enchanting, and hiring wild mages is good?"

"It's true, and it's all thanks to your [Lord Hunting] action."

Lane nodded and continued.

"Then suppose there is a metal ingot with performance significantly higher than that of ordinary steel, but the cost is much lower than that of magic gold, what will happen in the current market?"

Tishaya didn't answer immediately, but stretched out her hand to Lan En.

"Steel from another world? Take it out and have a look."

She has almost witnessed the development of the entire metallurgical technology of human beings. Whether there are new metallurgical technologies with exaggerated effects, she doesn't know the truth, at least she knows it.

It is impossible for the steel in Lan En's mouth to appear suddenly without any wind.

Only another world, this source can make sense.

Lan En had already prepared to place the keel dagger on the table from his back.

Deshaya pulled it out skillfully, beckoned and used the floating spell to take a sword that was originally decorated with a cross on the wall behind him.

She scraped the blade with the back of the keel dagger, leaving clear scratches on the blade of the long sword, but the back of the dagger was intact.

Tishaya nodded with a relaxed expression.It seems that this kind of steel is just some common goods.

She re-sheathed the dagger and returned it to Lane.

Seeing her expression, the witcher felt his heart skip a beat.

No way. Is the performance of Valyrian steel so inconspicuous?

The sorceress rearranged her hands on the table.

"This is good steel. How much do you have? Arethusa can eat it all."

"In stock? I don't have much, just a few steel ingots."

Tishaya frowned: "Then you want to enchant weapons in Arethusa, and then auction them off as high-quality weapons?"

"Why not?"

Lane scratched his chin in bewilderment.

"I don't have the stock you want, but I have the production formula for this kind of steel."

"Hmm." Tishaya nodded casually first.

Then, as if reacting suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Lan En's cat eyes.

On the delicate and rigorous pretty face, the ruddy lips slowly opened.

".Um?!!!"

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