Chapter 817: 799 gift angry

Chapter 817: 799 gift angry

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 guys hand strength really hasnt 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? Dont 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 dont really want you to die early, and I didnt expect that there would be many people in Kaer Morhen Castle this time, and I didnt 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, lets 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 thats you, Im not going to die that easily.

Okay, I think you are really old.

Hey! Im 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.

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."

Isnt 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 wouldnt 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.