"Come, let's talk about it. What sword do you want? ”

Belengar said confidently.

He is a master blacksmith who specializes in swordsmithing, and he had already given Rann a Valyrian steel sword in the standard format of the Witcher when the Valyrian steel was first successfully reproduced.

But now that the young witcher says that his sword requirements have changed, it would be better to fight again.

Anyway, he pays for the materials, and Belengar is confident enough in his craftsmanship.

It was meant to be like this

"You'll tell me again?"

The old witcher pulled a long face, looking at Lan En in front of him as if he was looking at a fool.

This kid knight's words are in his head?

"The width of the sword body is one and a half palms, and the total length is guaranteed to be one meter eight, if such a sword wants to maintain structural stability, the thickest part of the sword spine must be at least one knuckle thick! Do you know how heavy it is?! ”

"Even if it's Valyrian steel, that's at least a few tens of kilograms of base! I don't have this kind of giant sword on my back in the knight's book now, such a brainless protagonist! ”

Even the Witchers, mutants whose musculature has increased their stamina due to potion mutations, are constantly looking for lighter, stronger armor and equipment.

Who wouldn't want to make their equipment lighter?

But Rann is now asking for it. From Belengar's point of view, except for the grandstanding, the plot of this book does not seem to have any practical value at all.

The silver-haired young man was now standing against the wall of the smithy, playing with the Valyrian ingot.

He was very calm about Belengar's expression of 'not burning out his brain'.

A warrior's pursuit of equipment must always be in line with the situation in which he uses it.

Demon hunters and warriors in this world really don't need a giant sword of this specification at all.

Because most of the enemies here can make them use a regular hand half sword, and then use sword oil, alchemy bombs, and potions to scrape 'gua sha' to death.

However, Lan's situation is different from that of the demon hunters in this world, and his working environment is basically not in this world.

The ultra-long-term cooperation from the lady of the lake has made his battles basically take place in another world where there is no intelligence and no information.

After the experience of using Old Robert's sword in the Xianfeng Temple, Lan En felt that there was a lack of information and could not take advantage of the Demon Hunter's professional targeting.

Use furious heavy weapons to smash large enemies and tenacious enemies in the first wave of contact! Chop!

This line of thought seems to be more favorable.

And whether to say it or not

Take the giant sword and crush the enemy, really! It's so cool!

"Just help me make it, Belengal. You know where I'm going, and the guys I'm dealing with can't be seen with a local eye. The operational needs are all different. ”

Lan spread his hands to explain, and Belengar nodded at this time, accepting the statement.

"Woo, indeed. You're the one who fights in the otherworld, and you're the expert. If this is what you think about about combat needs, then I will do it. ”

"But I guess it's only you. The Witcher? to be able to use this sword. ”

Now, when it comes to saying that Rann is a 'witcher', Berengar, an old thing from the wolf school, is a little afraid to use affirmative sentences.

"Tsk, your sword won't be enough to use all the Valyrian ingots now, I'll have to start with steelmaking."

"Is the steelmaking process cumbersome? Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry to use it, just give it to me the next time I enter the Celestial Sphere Convergence Rift, a normal size sword in this world is completely enough. How much more money do you need? I'll leave you first. ”

The long-faced old witcher scratched his neck in annoyance.

"The raw material of Valyrian steel is ordinary iron ore, which is not very expensive. But I reckon you'll have to give me five hundred Oren. The main thing is that I need to buy monster materials that contain magic, and the magic in these things is the key. ”

Lan En thought for a moment, and the standard steel ingot was tossed in his hand, and a large piece of iron weighing five kilograms looked like an Oren coin.

"There's magic. In other words, things like water ghost tongues and water ghost brains are not qualified. It has to be resentful spirits. ”

Not every monster in this world has chaos magic on its organs.

Water ghost tongue, water ghost brain, these are just ordinary biological tissues.

The dust of the wraiths after the wraiths are destroyed, and the essence of the water in the body of the swamp witch. These are the ingredients for the magic.

Thinking of this, Lan En glanced at Belengar nonchalantly.

The old witcher was suddenly excited.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! I won't bleed to forge a sword! That's too barbaric! ”

By the way, the flesh and blood of the demon hunters also carry a trace amount of magical power, after all, the magic power of their release of the magic seal is stored in the body.

"Cut~"

Lan En tilted his head and snorted dissatisfiedly.

It's really a swordsmith who doesn't have a pursuit, and the romance of forging a sword with blood is not at all.

Also, as a worker, I don't even have the awareness to save costs for my employer by bloodletting, which is too bad!

Berengar could see that the roots of his teeth were itching, but there was nothing he could do. After all, it's so fragrant to work for Lan En.

He can do his favorite blacksmith work, and the pay is much higher than that of ordinary blacksmiths.

In these days, no one would find a mutant with cat eyes to strike iron, no matter how good the craftsmanship is.

"Alright, when I get to Aretusa, I'll send you six hundred Oren through Vivaldibank, and you can check it. It's the dwarven bank in Virgin Mari. ”

"It's a little difficult for the witchers to get into Virgin now, and the guard under Foltest, named Vernon Roche, is still on alert. He's a good guy. ”

"If you don't go in, the remittance of six hundred Oren is enough for Vivaldi Bank to send a salesman to wait for you outside the city, and it won't take much trouble."

Belengar nodded in response.

"Then I'll have no problem, I'll start work immediately, basically I can design the sword type you want in a few days. Tsk, this drawing was made, and those who don't know think I'm illustrating the script. ”

Lan En automatically ignored the other party's complaints, "I'll leave it to you." ”

With a wave of his hand, he turned and left the workshop in the blacksmith shop, and returned to the tavern.

Leaving Berengar alone, with a little eagerness on his face, he began to put pen and paper and drawing tools on the table, ready to design a huge sword shape that had never been used in actual combat.

Lane spent the night in Margarita's long-booked room, and the next day he got back on the Wave and headed for Goth Willen.

Belengar has taken good care of Popai in the past few months, but he hasn't seen him for a long time, and this good horse of the Kodwin bloodline is a bit recognized.

But it's not in the way, it's docile in itself.

In winter, the damp swamps of Willen combined with the cold make it even more uncomfortable.

After a few days of riding, Lane returned to the city on the west coast of Willen at dusk.

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