"Ah, the Grandmaster-level Witcher set blueprint"

Belengar took a wad of parchment that Lenn handed over, and sighed as he looked at it.

"How long has it been since I've seen these babes? I remember the last time I was in the library of Kylemohan, and the old fool of Viselmir had split them up and clipped them into the pages for us to find, but as we became fewer and fewer of us, I guess he forgot where he put them himself, right? ”

"Wolf Sect's Grandmaster Equipment?" Lan asked with interest as he sat down on his stool, so that he could keep the others from looking up at him. "Does it have any special effects?"

Berengar's small eyes glanced at Lan En speechlessly.

"Featured? Do you think our wolf school is distinctive? ”

"Well, I don't think so."

"Yes, so our Grandmaster-level set doesn't have any features, except for the regular enhancements, I have to say that there are a lot more alchemy bombs and potions hanging points, and more items can be flexibly used in battle."

"Chicken ribs." Lan was merciless.

Belengar, on the other hand, looked at the alchemy leather bag on the young man's waist, and after a few strokes of his lips, he still didn't say anything.

Just gritted his teeth and pouted.

"Then how about my Grandmaster-level set, can you grasp it?"

Rann skimmed over the Wolf School's armor and gear, turning the conversation back to business.

Although Belengar was unhappy, he still began to carefully observe the drawings in his hand again.

"You let those dwarves change it?"

He asked, without looking up, as he looked.

"Yes, I've changed its armour to function the same as it does now. There are also the parameters of the plate armor, I want to replace the original material with Valyrian steel. I also showed this dagger specifically to the person who modified the drawings. ”

Lan En pulled out the keel dagger on his back and gestured.

Berengar still stared at the drawings and nodded.

"It's smart to let the original designer of the drawing change the parameters for you, which is much better than letting someone else do it, because the design idea of the equipment can only be fully understood by the designer. Even if others are technically better than him, recreating a set is easier than revising the manuscript and the quality is better. ”

"Very well equipped, I'm fine. Do you have any more requirements? ”

Berengarh gave an affirmative answer.

Lan En clapped his hands happily.

"Request. I want you to make this armor resizable. ”

"It's okay to adjust the size, but you'll have to give me a range. If it's less than ten centimeters tall, I'll just stretch the adjustable buckle strap a little longer."

Before Belengar could finish speaking, Lane interrupted him.

"Two meters five."

"What did you say?"

Belengar looked at Rann in astonishment.

"I said, I might end up being two and a half meters tall."

The young man was helpless.

The old witcher pressed his forehead, his expression first tangled, then calm.

"You have the final say, but I want to think about how to achieve it, maybe, I can prepare you some plate armor and chain mail strips that can be spliced, elongated and enlarged as a whole of the armor?"

The more Berengar pondered it, the more feasible it felt.

"These plate pieces and chain mail strips can be spliced together when you need to increase the size, and they don't even need the help of a blacksmith, just as easy as assembling armor parts!"

Lan nodded in agreement, and Belengar continued.

"But if you need to prepare more plate armor and chain armor, the construction period of a full set of armor will be extended by at least a week."

Under this news, it was not Lan En who reacted first, but Gede, who was waiting behind him for the High Bear School armor to retire.

"Oh~"

He sighed regretfully.

But Belengar went on to say.

"But this doesn't affect the time it takes for the main body of the armor to be on the body, you can come and get these accessories after wearing the main body."

Gerd: "Oh!! ”

The matter of school equipment is over.

Lane gave the old witcher the joy of the extra reward, the blueprint of Javier's sword, to Belengal.

"Aha! Thanks buddy! That's what I'm missing! ”

Although the blueprints of Javier's steel sword were far worse than the Witcher's School suit, Berengar was very happy when he got it.

Because of this steel sword, he can participate in the rank evaluation of the Novigre Blacksmith Guild, and then get a recognized blacksmith title.

"In my opinion, you better not be too happy."

Lan En clasped his hands to his chest and poured cold water on his old friend's head.

"Even if you get the title of master, or even grandmaster, there shouldn't be anyone who wants to pursue your work, right?"

"Most of them think that witchers are contagious, just like lepers."

"Speaking of which, it's hard to say whether the Blacksmith Guild of Novigre will let you participate in the assessment."

Berengar sneered, and the long face stretched longer.

"Pay the money, after paying the money, can they still send someone to watch?"

"As for whether anyone will pursue my work? I don't care what they think! ”

Belengar's level is not to say, and now there is no shortage of money because of the business of Valyrian Steel.

For him, it has been a major pursuit of his life to be recognized and improved in his craft.

Strictly speaking, he is now in two mentalities with those who point to the blacksmith profession for dinner.

My works are not bought by others, and they are made to improve their craftsmanship and be happy!

It belongs to the mentality of the middle-aged angler in the world of Lan En's hometown.

Yuna on the side looked at Belengar enviously, this form of blacksmith was simply the ultimate dream of this Skelliger girl.

And Fergus, the little eyes above the big rosacea nose are dripping and spinning.

It seems that this rare dwarf who points his talent in 'social networking and trading' is already thinking about whether he can catch the title of Belengal's rank when he opens an independent store in the future.

"What about you, Yuna? How is everything? ”

Seeing this, Lane asked about Miss Skelliger's current condition.

The girl pulled her braids over her shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"Me? I should be considered a master of my craft, and Fergus is clamoring to open his own shop. But."

As she spoke, Yuna's eyes looked back, and it was the other corner of the workshop, where Master Tur Bucher's stove was.

"Hey, I'll talk about it."

Fergus patted Yuna's arm and shook his head.

"Her craft is at home, but now we don't know what to tell the master. After all, her ability is to steal learning, although I didn't learn anything, but I have a lot of filial piety, and I can be regarded as paying tuition for her. But as you know, the Master's temper is not human-friendly, and"

His expression was unusually low.

"You've heard that, right? There was another genocide at Wengerburg, where almost a third of the non-human settlements were burned by mobs, dozens of dwarves died, and twice as many elves as dwarves. The atmosphere is getting tense in every city, even in this Goth Willen. ”

Because of this, the master's attitude towards Yuna is getting worse and worse. Although he also knew that the massacre in Wengerberg had nothing to do with this little girl, who could control his emotions? ”

Fergus scratched his beard in anguish at the end.

"Hey! You don't have to worry about it, and you can't do it. We still have to make it clear to the master. ”

"That's it."

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