"In other words, the equipment blueprints of the Bear School are most likely made by dwarves and gnomes in the Amer Mountains. Hey, interesting. What did the dwarves and gnomes make with the Bear School? ”

Lane's hand touched his chin and groaned.

"Yuna, let's make me a set of high-level bear school armor for use first. Looks like I'm going to have to make a long trip. ”

The human female apprentice who was stealing from the dwarf master as a handyman spread her hands helplessly.

"I just said that I can make it for you, which means that my skills are up to standard, but I don't have my own smelting furnace and armor-making tools, so you still have to find Master Tur Bucher."

"Hey, that's not a problem!" Fergus had just finished scratching his buttocks, and then smoothed the beard under his nose with his butt scratching hand.

"The Master is going to be fascinated by Valyrian Steel for months! His inspiration was so great that he even wanted to live here. The smelting furnace in the shop hasn't been lit for a long time! You give him an order for armor, I guess he won't have time to do it, and in the end, it will fall into my hands, just let Yuna take over! Let's see. ”

Fergus arranged it with ease, and looked quite like a professional manager.

It seems that the model of 'he takes the job in the name of a dwarf, and Yuna does his craft' is approaching maturity.

"Anyway, it's good for me to have it, I haven't had a good armor these days, and my whole body feels cold."

Lan En said indifferently, of course his high body temperature would not make him feel cold, this 'cold' is a sense of psychological crisis after losing his protective power.

Although Lan En does not have a sense of belonging to the Bear School, he has unknowingly come far in this school's fighting style, so much so that it has formed a habit.

"By the way, how much does it cost to make a set of high-level bear school armor from scratch?"

Lan En asked casually, since he bought that set of armor, he had only paid for repairs.

Yuna's business level is really good, she just crossed her waist and thought about it for about five or six seconds, and then gave the answer with certainty.

"The cost of the materials is eight hundred orren, but you have to pay one hundred and two, as the master blacksmith for the handiwork. This is to be accounted for in the master's blacksmith's shop. ”

"It's not. If he doesn't do anything, he will also collect one hundred and twenty Oren? ”

Yuna pursed her lips and looked helplessly at the witcher who didn't know the rules at all.

"It's because you don't do it that it's only one hundred and two."

"Master Tur Butcher is now a certified grandmaster-level blacksmith, and if he does do it, the manual fee will start at least two hundred and seven. Otherwise, it will disrupt the market! ”

Lan En scratched his head, he kind of understood.

A blacksmith shop with a blacksmith master in charge is already similar to a prestigious large enterprise, and the name and logo of the product can be charged more than similar products.

Focus on a brand value.

The key is that people have nothing to say.

Think about it this way, I don't know how long Bolton stayed up in order to save that set of armor.

Thankfully, he's not a poor demon hunter right now.

How can a poor ghost have combat power?

"Nine hundred and twenty Oron, all right. When the time comes, you can take the slips and go to the Giankadi Bank to reconcile the accounts, where there is my personal account. ”

Lan En said indifferently.

Yuna and Fergus agreed, and they both looked excited.

Yuna because she finally had the opportunity to make a masterpiece, and Fergus because he negotiated a masterclass equipment business for the first time. Although it is the business of Lanen's friend.

Yuna and Fergus left happily.

They took over the work in the name of the blacksmith's shop, and they also had to use the equipment of the blacksmith's shop, and they had to inform Master Tur Butcher about everything.

Lann and Belengar looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, and trotted all the way to the corner of the workshop, which belonged to the master's territory.

The dwarves danced and described their business to the master, who waved his hand as if he was not interested, as if to let them do it themselves.

The male dwarf and the female clapped their hands covertly in celebration.

It seems that the performance and potential of Valyrian steel have indeed captivated the grandmaster-level dwarven blacksmith, and now he is preparing to use Valyrian steel to fight a battle axe.

"You didn't make any achievements? People are starting to change their shapes. ”

Lan En clasped his hands to his chest and raised his chin at the dwarven grandmaster as he elbowed against the old witcher beside him.

Speaking of this, Belengar's face was awkward.

Then there are mouths full of things like 'our skills are actually about the same', 'his thrashing stamina is not as good as mine', 'I can drink potions to beat iron, can he do it'.

Lan En raised an eyebrow and quietly looked at Belengal's long soot-stained and sweaty face, indicating that he was emotionally stable.

Well, you go on, I'm listening.

Under Lan's 'cold violence', the old witcher sighed in despair.

"Hey, okay. I'll admit that I haven't been able to match his work. But! ”

"It's not because I'm not skilled, it's because I don't have good drawings!"

The old witcher let out a sigh of relief and grumbled at Lan.

"What kind of sword do you look at the swords he makes? Mahakan Rune Sword! Sisir Sword! Tori Tisha Sword! What about me?! ”

"I'm only going to make some Covelle shortswords, Wiren longswords, and Nilfgaard shortswords. How does this compare? Forging these swords doesn't even challenge my skills, let alone innovate! ”

"Yes, I'll also have high-end sword types, like witcher weapons. But can this thing be put on the table? I won't divulge the secrets of the school's equipment for the sake of my own honor! ”

That's really a reason.

Lan En understood.

Belengar's learning resources in blacksmith techniques are certainly not as good as those of the dwarves.

What's more, I heard that Master Tur Bucher came out of Mount Kaben in the Mahakan Mountains, the stronghold of the dwarven forge.

The drawings accumulated by the dwarves over the years, he estimated that they were all clear.

"Well, have you ever tried?"

Lane said halfway, then tapped his eyes with two fingers, and then, again, made a quiet gesture and walked in the direction of Master Tur Butcher.

That means watching stealing.

"I remember, when he was forging the Mahakan Rune Sword, weren't the ancient runes of those dwarves all engraved on the surface?"

"Do you know what those dwarves' ancient runes mean?"

Belengar looked at the young man speechlessly.

"Uh, what does that mean?"

"'your mother,' 'Eat,' 'You see your intestines when you cut it,' and so on."

Lan's expression was strange.

"I don't know much about the ancient runes of the dwarves, but hearing you say that, they swear and attack?"

"Then have you ever thought about the question: if dwarves can increase their attack power by scolding, then why are those dwarves in the city who are full of swear words still driven by humans to the inhuman ghetto?"

Belengar spread his hands expressionlessly, and then slammed the back of his hand into the palm of his other hand.

"Because using ancient runes to engrave swear words is just a trick! What really matters is technology! Forging technology! Folding, forging, repeated pressurization, and secret quenching liquid, otherwise do you think the dwarves will strike iron unhindered in front of humans? ”

Rann shrunk his neck back, away from the beads of sweat that had flown from Belengar's body from excitement.

"No, I'm just a layman, what are you angry with me!"

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