After the morning exercise, Lan didn't immediately bother to go back to Margarita or Tishaya.

The two sorceresses must have had something in mind last night that made him feel very wrong.

"So you're here with me?"

Berengar, one of the few who didn't clank iron by the stove, was looking at a list in a decent manner.

After all, it is his hobby to make iron by himself, and he is also a grandmaster-level blacksmith who keeps his hand.

However, his job is to take care of the entire billet production process for the Valyrian steel business.

Including billet quality control, as well as production efficiency and so on.

Now Rann sat across from Belengal's desk, his elbows on the table and his chin on his chin.

It was a small office built in the Valyrian billet production workshop, outside where a group of strong men were smashing iron ingots with hammers, and Belengar was working inside.

When Rann talked about what he felt wrong with Margarita, Belengar leaned forward with great interest.

"Heh, now it's up to you."

Some time ago, Erethusa became interested in this ancient knowledge and organized an expedition.

"Maybe?"

The two laughed and talked about death, and the people in the witcher profession were less superstitious, although they often dealt with things like curses.

Belengar smirked and retracted his leaning forward body.

The relief of seeing an old friend finally freed Lan En from his worries, he asked with a smile.

"Bang bang" two knocks on the door, although the sound of the wooden door being knocked was drowned in a large area of iron, but the significant difference in timbre can still be distinguished from the noise.

But it was precisely because they had seen so many imaginative curses and magic that they could see it.

"I had already written to Yennefer a few months ago. She also wrote back to me and said yes. At this time, he should already be in Kylemohan, taking care of Ciri's life. Do not worry. ”

"Nope." Lan En simply refused, "I always feel that I couldn't eat soft before, but now I am developed and soft, this is not developed in vain!" ”

"Is the work going well?"

"Very good." Geralt knocked the mud off his boots on the wooden floor as he responded to a friend's question.

Including elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, dryads, and more.

"So, you're starting to feel like you can't handle it? Beyond one's power? ”

"The land of Willen is ancient, and the ancient races have left shrines, tombs, and laboratories protected by the Mechanism, and Eretusa is very generous to explorers, and the work here is indeed suitable for witchers."

Geralt had been with Belengar to Goth Willen to find work since the last time.

Geralt grabbed a chair from the side and sat down next to him after closing the door.

Because the tone sounded quite refreshing, Lan En wasn't prepared to deal with him.

"I want to say," said Belengar, who was lying on the back of his chair, with a tone that did not know whether it was teasing or jealous.

Ryan leaned sideways in his chair and raised his hand to greet him when he saw the person coming in.

That's what Geralt is doing now.

"Anyway, I'm a little older now. The funding gap in a stall industry, even if the gap is filled, someone has to take care of it. ”

The person who came was obviously familiar with Belengar, and before he could answer in the office, he had already pushed the door in.

Talking about their respective deaths is also a unique topic for witchers when chatting.

Ancient races, specifically those that settled before humans appeared on the continent.

"The Eretusa family has a big business, you just open your mouth and say that a lot of gold coins can crush people to death."

In order to ensure Ciri's life in Kylemohan, the witchers of the Wolf School had to have several of them protect and train her in the castle where no one was seen.

Geralt, who pushed the door in, didn't expect Lane to be here, but he quickly came to his senses.

It doesn't seem to say anything, and it seems like everything has been said.

Because during the Northern War, Rann took care of Ciri with them, and finally sent them out of the war zone.

"What's the matter? You think I'm going to die outside? ”

The Academy will buy ancient magical items or knowledge in the hands of explorers at a high price.

After all, Lan didn't smile when he greeted him this time, because the young witcher wasn't happy at the moment.

"Yo, white wolf. Hello. ”

Lan En looked up at the old witcher, and the momentum that had increased the scorching sensation of receiving the spell fire had spread.

And the rest of the person has to go out to earn money to support the family.

After all, the college's cash flow is worried about how to spend it.

Geralt's low and hoarse voice sounded, and it was very attractive with his very tasteful and handsome uncle's rigid face.

"You're good, Lanne. I didn't expect to meet here. ”

Now there are three pairs of cat's eyes in the house.

Belengarpi stabbed with a smile, again, with a tone that I don't know whether it was teasing or jealous.

Therefore, Geralt and the fellows of the Wolf School all believe that Rann has the power to know and interfere with Ciri's current situation.

So Geralt, after talking about his current work, also took the initiative to tell the young man about his arrangements for Ciri.

"That's good, the little girl's body still has to be taken care of by a mature woman. A bunch of us men don't understand anything. ”

Lane first affirmed Geralt's actions.

It seems that he listened to his own advice and realized that keeping Ciri healthy was far more important than his excess and deep self-esteem.

With what Rann knew about Geralt, he must have had a hard time writing to Yennefer.

Sure enough, Berengar, who was watching the hilarious, commented on Geralt's expression when he said 'write a letter' just now.

"But when I saw the expression on your letter, I thought you were going to go to the head dragon alone."

Belengar shook his head and said in hatred.

"What do you call it in the beginning?" Dear good friend'? I can't believe it, you had been holding back for two hours, right? Just hold back such a sentence. ”

Lan also looked at Geralt with a strange look in his eyes.

Ask someone Yennefer to do an errand, not 'my love' or something, but 'good friend'. Whose good friend has traveled thousands of miles to help watch the children in a dilapidated castle on the edge of civilization?

"Geralt, let me confirm." Lan En weighed his words, "Uh, have you ever begged someone to do something?" ”

Geralt's hands were put together, covering his face and rubbing them up and down.

"No, don't say it, Lanne. When I beg you. ”

A muffled sigh came from under the leather-gloved hands, almost pleading.

Unfortunately, Berengar seems to like to use his 'wolf school taunts' against his own people.

"yes, 'when I beg you'. If only you could have written that sentence in your letter. ”

"Look at the reply from the sorceress, they also call you 'dear friend', and the irony is about to pop out of the letterhead."

Listening to Belengal's words, Lan suddenly felt that he had missed a lot of excitement.

"Well, it looks like everyone isn't having a good time."

Rann patted Geralt on the shoulder and sighed.

"Hmph, you have a story too?"

Geralt first patted the hand that Rann had placed on his shoulder, and in his eyes, Len should be living happily.

But then, Lane told him about his imminent bankruptcy.

"So, you're going to become a normal witcher?"

Geralt clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Lan beside him.

"Looking for work everywhere, being pressed for wages, being spat on when passing by, being treated like a leper?"

"How do I feel like you're getting more excited the more you talk?"

"No, not at all. I'm going to cry. ”

Geralt's dead face, which had been trained to cut down on trouble, was sometimes really not easy to discern emotion.

However, in front of Lanne, he still felt Geralt's cheerful teasing.

The white wolf was not stupid at all, and the more he came into contact with Lan En, the more he knew that the money was not a problem for him at all.

Instead, it can be used as a joke for ridicule.

If Lan En was really stumped by the money and was about to go bankrupt, then he wouldn't have joked about it.

Geralt is measured, and whether he admits it or not, he tries to avoid hurting others.

Physical or mental.

So Lane wasn't angry at Geralt's teasing.

"Alright, then again." After the joke ended, Geralt seemed to remember something and said to Lane.

"You're actually more worried about who should manage your property than the money shortfall, right?"

"What? The famous [White Wolf] wants to enter the financial industry? ”

In return to the joke, Ryan took a comfortable position in his chair and looked at Geralt.

"No, I'm self-aware, I can't play with anything too complicated."

Geralt said.

"But I should know a reliable person?"

This time it was Lan En's turn to be stunned.

"Do you really know someone who is involved in finance? And why are you so unsure when you say 'people' at the end? ”

"I don't know if he's going to invest in funds or anything, but he's a great businessman. It used to be used as the capital of a dozen pack horses, but it has multiplied hundreds of times in Novigre. As for the 'people'."

Geralt's hand scratched his chin, which was covered with a circle of bearded white stubble.

"Well, have you ever heard of a doppelganger, a xenomorph, or a mimic? Which name do you prefer? ”

Lan En frowned slightly and said.

"You mean shapeshifters? What do shapeshifters have to do with merchants? No, wait. You mean? ”

Not only did Lan En show a surprised expression, but Belengar put down the report in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Geralt.

"Yes." Geralt chuckled.

"The awesome businessman I'm talking about is one. Uh, shapeshifters. ”

"His name is Trico Langrevenke Letot. My friends and I, Dandrien, call him Dudu for convenience. ”

(End of chapter)