Chapter 1161: 1143 Property Armor Design

Chapter 1161 1143. Property Armor Design

"If Lambert wants to return to Kaer Morhen, then those who came here to make money will continue to do it. There is no gangster in this city who can defeat a fully armed witcher."

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

"The little girl has been in Kaer Morhen for almost two years, and she has developed some skills now. Yennefer also said that living in isolation for a long time is bad for people, um. Mental health? Growth process? Anyway, that's it. ,great influence."

"I'm going to take her out after a while and let her have more contact with her peers."

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

The demon hunters of the Wolf School no longer have to separate two people to stay in the castle in order to protect the little girl. Their life routine will return to what it was before.

Lan En was quite indifferent to this.

He ignored Lambert's shout outside the door, and then spoke to Berengar.

"This will be a long-term, continuous employment mission, and the benefits will be considerable. Even if a demon hunter wants to leave temporarily, it doesn't matter. I also know Gede from the Bear School."

"He should be very satisfied with this easy job."

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

"But it doesn't matter if it's a witcher we don't know. Anyway, we just need this force and the sense of security brought by the witcher's identity and position to maintain order in the workshop, right?"

Berengar nodded. If there was always a demon hunter who would not be biased in the eyes of humans and non-humans as security, then at least things would not slip into the worst situation.

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

And in that way, he, the technical director, can finally continue to immerse himself in the technical field without having to worry about these messy worries.

Just leave it all to professional managers.

Obviously he is not good at 'project management and personnel arrangements'. The past few months of rushing to get things done have almost pushed his already pessimistic hairline back.

"But we still have to be careful and don't recruit Cat Pie and those insane lunatics."

Berengar said cautiously, originally he wanted to add 'bear pie'.

The cat school is generally considered to be manic and prone to losing control, while the bear school has no empathy and is more like a cold knife than a warm person.

With this kind of mental state, let alone a demon hunter, even a serious elf or human being would be a lunatic who would not be accepted by either group.

But after Berengar looked at the young man across the table who had no self-awareness and even nodded in agreement, he still controlled his words rationally and did not mention the "Bear School".

As for what came out of Lan En’s mouth, ‘Issue a long-term employment mission in the name of Arethusa College’.

The understatement, like a chat, did not make Berengar's psychology fluctuate at all.

Because this is a matter of course in his eyes.

"There is still something I need your help with." Lan En lightly made arrangements in Aretuza's name. After suppressing the current tense atmosphere, he continued to say to Berengar.

"Your armor?" The old demon hunter leaned back in his chair and said firmly before Lan En could finish speaking. "For someone like you, not wearing armor feels the same as being naked, right? There is no sense of security or tension."

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

The old demon hunter cast a questioning look at Lan En.

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

"To be honest, its scales are indeed indestructible, and it took me a lot of restraint to kill it. So I think..."

Lan En didn't finish his words, but he stretched out his hand to spread out the scales and looked at Berengar again. His meaning couldn't be more obvious.

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

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

"Yes, yes." Berengar glanced at Lan En angrily when he was stuck in speaking, and continued.

"It should be easy to wear and take care of. It should have strong environmental adaptability and less restrictions on the wearer's movements. And most importantly, the effect of the combination of enchantments on the suit. Tsk, do you think it is possible to make armor automatically give people Where are you wiping your ass?”

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

Lan En ignored Berengar's weirdness, after all, it was better to hire someone to do the work.

"But you are different, Berengar. If nothing else, you are the most accomplished craftsman in the history of witchers! Fame, resources. Which witcher is as famous as you? This is ability!"

"It would take others two generations to do this, but I believe in you! You will definitely be able to finish it in a few months!"

The young witcher was not stingy with rainbow farts at all, and Berengar didn't seem to be too repelled by this job.

In addition, Lan En spoke nicely, so the old demon hunter just smiled uglyly and placed Smaug's dragon scales and skin next to him.

Indicated that he would stay and study the properties of this new material.

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

"If Smaug's skin was peeled off and paved, it would be half the size of the town. What I brought back has four or five rooms? Almost."

"Then let me make you a set of original bear armor to wear first?"

Berengar stretched his head again and looked at the pieces of armor that fell out of the alchemy leather bag as Lan En took out the dragon scales.

"The main body is still there, but the leather and lanyards have been burned, so it's not too troublesome to assemble. I'll charge you three hundred orens for the materials as a friendly price."

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

"Well, no need. I don't have anything that requires me to wear armor recently. It would be nice to just do it in one step."

"Okay, then just leave it here with me." Berengar began to bend down to pack up the pieces. "I'll patch it up later and hang the armor on a display stand."

"What are the polishing marks on these dragon scales? It seems that they have been directly made to look like they can be installed on the main body of the armor."

"Smaug invaded a dwarf country. After I killed it, the dwarves helped me peel off these skins and processed them in advance."

In fact, when Lan En asked the Lonely Mountain dwarves to help him polish the dragon scales in advance, he actually thought that the guys at Berengar's hands probably couldn't process Smaug's scales.

But now that I’m looking for help, of course I’ll choose the nice things to say and ignore the unpleasant ones.

Lan En's command of tone and how to deal with others made it easy for Lann to bring a smile to Berengar's lips. At the same time, the old demon hunter may not even realize it.

(End of chapter)