Chapter 1159 1141. Workshop
After actually experiencing the current atmosphere in Gos Velen City and verifying whether his last plan worked.
? Lann walked past Gos Velen''s famous fish market again.
?The smell of fish and blood is still strong here. All the wild cats and domestic cats in the city consciously gather here when the fishing boats return to the port to unload and transport the sea fish here, hoping to get some scraps from the fish slaughtering process.
??The cats in this city know even better than the new fishermen and fishmongers the working schedule of the fishing boats in the port.
??However, because cats can feel the Chaos magic on the witcher and feel disgusted by it, no cat came close to Lan En on the way he walked.
Walking all the way to the edge of the city wall where Goth Velen was approaching.
The noise in residential or commercial areas began to fade away, and the air with the fishy smell of seafood also gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was the sound of clanking steel, and the smell of burning charcoal and hot steel.
?This is the workshop area that Gos Willen has developed in recent years.
??The billowing black smoke rose straight from the flue into the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the clear sky of Goth Velen and the blue coastline with white waves.
Some people would say this is pollution and human damage to nature, but more people believe that these black smoke represent economic benefits.
In other words, it means that it can fill more people’s bellies and cover more people’s bodies with clothes.
"I said it! Dwarf blacksmiths and human blacksmiths do not have separate furnaces! They are not allowed to open another working place!"
?Amidst the tinkling sound of forging, Berengar''s somewhat distorted voice came out through the wall. It could be heard that he shouted very loudly and in a bad tone.
"You are not allowed to refuse to cooperate with others on the basis of race! Everyone! I mean everyone who still wants to work here, just work like when this workshop was first built! Do you understand?! "
"I''ll **** your mother! And I''ll **** your mother! And especially, I''ll **** your mother! If you dare to make such a request to me again, go and build your blacksmith''s stove on the mud in Willen Village!"
“The money you make in this place has nothing to do with you! Let’s see how much money you sons of **** can make in a month!”
Lan En walked into the workshop. When the heat wave hit his face, he only saw Berengar standing on an anvil for forging metal.
?This kind of anvil is really not big, that is, it can just fit two ordinary people''s feet. But the training the Demon Hunter had given him had made his feet flexible and his foot stable.
He could even spin the anvil in circles and point out the three people below, scolding them, "Fuck you."
?Two of them are human blacksmiths, and one is a dwarf blacksmith.
??The blacksmiths in the circle below were all silent. Berengar''s long face was quite intimidating when angry.
?Especially when he also has a pair of cat eyes that represent a witcher.
??People''s general impression of the witcher has not changed much, but at least they recognize the witcher''s combat effectiveness: no matter what, it should be better than a murderous veteran.
?This allowed these big and round blacksmiths to learn to have rational conversations with Berengar.
??More than that, as soon as Lan En entered the door, he glanced down at the wall next to the door.
?A man wearing medium-weight black armor, carrying two and a half swords on his back, and whose hairline has become an ''M'' shape, is leaning against the wall, looking at the group of blacksmiths with a cynical and sarcastic sneer on his lips.
??This is Lambert who succeeded Geralt and came to Gos Velen to make money.
“Hey, this is an internal matter of the workshop, no one is allowed in.”
??The wolf sect demon hunter said without turning his head.
“Especially a coward like you who buys a magic cloak to hide your prowess and pretend to be powerful.”
Obviously not only Lan En noticed him when he came in, but he also saw Lan En.
“Then you really misunderstood me, Lambert.”
The sound coming from under the cloak made the wolf-sect demon hunter startled. When he turned his attention away from the excitement, he happened to meet the brim of Lan En''s slightly raised hood.
Two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other.
“Your mouth is still as prickly as ever. Now that the situation is so strange and changeable, it actually makes me feel a little relieved that I can finally see something that hasn’t changed.”
Lambert gave Lane his trademark cynical smile that struck the onlooker as sarcastic.
"You don''t have to be sarcastic. I know my smile is annoying, but what a coincidence, isn''t it? I don''t want to change it."
“Hmm~” Lan En nodded in a long tone, “Yes, that’s the smell, which makes people feel even more gratified.”
After speaking, Lann moved a few steps to the side and stood next to the wall where Lambert was leaning.
Because Berengar was still standing on the anvil, spinning downwards and spitting, the blacksmiths around him didn''t have the confidence to offer any rebuttal, regardless of their skill, force, or position. For a moment, they all lowered their heads and remained silent. .
?Hence, I didn’t see anyone else coming into the workshop.
“What’s going on?”
“Don’t ask me more, I was just dragged here to be a bodyguard in the town. You know the kind of brainless strong man at the door of a high-end pub, right? That’s the kind of thing.”
Lambert said nonchalantly without raising his head, and continued the action interrupted by Lan En: using a shiny cloth to wipe the corners of the chainmail of his armor.
??The shape of this armor is the high-level Wolf School armor that was collected around Kaer Morhen. A light but strong leather jacket wraps an inner chainmail protective layer.
It looks quite new, probably just made by Berengar not long ago. However, considering how unhappy Berengar was with Lambert, it is estimated that this guy paid the full cost of materials before asking Berengar to start the furnace work.
Perhaps coming over to hold the show this time is part of their agreement.
?The "lively crowd" in the workshop was obviously divided into several groups. It can be said that "where there are people, there are rivers and lakes".
??A group of people still stubbornly gathered around the three guys who were called "fuck you" by Berengar, even if they dared not say anything even when they were pointed at and scolded.
The other majority of people are in a bystander position.
?The expression on his face is ‘I know this is serious and the situation is wrong, but I’m also scared and I don’t want to get involved’.
??What made Lan En somewhat reassured was that Fergus, Yuna, and their master, the bald dwarf blacksmith master Tur Butcher, were obviously not among the people being scolded.
In the end, when the old demon hunter saw that even his angry curses failed to disperse the crowd gathered around the three "fuck you mothers", he sighed, waved his hand, and jumped down from the anvil.
“Okay, that’s it for now,” he announced. “Get on with the work.”
?So after the crowd dispersed, the clanging sound of forging became even louder.
?After Berengar jumped down from the iron felt, he walked towards Lambert, which was the entrance of the workshop.
?But as soon as he looked up, he saw a man wearing a magic cloak standing next to the demon hunter of his school.
Wait a magic cloak?
??The old demon hunter thought about it for a moment, and then he understood.
??After studying the elf beacons, Tisaya and Margarita''s research progress on the phenomenon of celestial sphere convergence has surpassed almost all human mages in the world today.
??And with the data phenomena they collected each time Lan En came back, their understanding of the world continued to deepen, resulting in their prediction of Lan En''s return time becoming more and more accurate.
Perhaps at some point, they will be able to make some improvements to the elf beacons and achieve cross-world communication and other pioneering projects.
?As for the time prediction of Lan En''s return, Margarita would always mention it to Belengard.
So the old demon hunter probably knew that Lan En had only been back in the past few days.
“Thank God, someone who can calm the situation finally came.”
?Berengar sighed as he walked towards the two demon hunters on the opposite side.
“This situation really makes me feel dizzy now!”
"Don''t be like this." Lan En stood up straight from leaning against the wall and chuckled, "The face is already long, no matter how big the head is, it won''t be possible to see, Berengar."
As he spoke, the hood that cast a shadow tilted towards Lambert beside him.
“Look, the brains of veterans are better than those of newcomers.”
??The only formal wolf sect demon hunter present responded with a habitual sneer.
?Berengar did not answer, but sighed again.
At this time, among the many blacksmiths who dispersed from the gathering, the dwarf master Tur Butcher came over with his dwarf apprentices and human female servants.
?This action attracted a few more obscure observations among the blacksmiths who seemed to have returned to normal working order.
?Berengar turned his head and looked at the dwarf forging master who stopped after approaching.
“Okay, this is not a good place to talk, let’s move to another place.”
??The dwarf master nodded upright, his bald head reflecting the light of the fire in the workshop.
?The group of people turned past the blacksmiths who seemed to be in full swing but had their own thoughts, and walked towards the office area next to the workshop.
??When Lambert walked to the door, he naturally stood against the wall again outside Berengar''s office.
After entering the door, although the blacksmith''s furnace, red-hot charcoal and steel were no longer in the office, there were instead piles of documents and work records.
But in the office next to the workshop, the smell of soot and charcoal fire is also indispensable.
Lan En naturally stood in front of the filing cabinet, pulled out a copy of the workshop''s operating records, took off his hood and started to read through it.
At the same time, he smiled at Berengar and asked without looking back.
“Did you hire Lambert as a security guard?”
“I’m going to reward him with a mouthful of food!”
?Berengar sat on the chair behind his desk and shouted outside when faced with Lan En''s question.
“F**KYOU! Berengar!”
Of course Lambert outside the door could hear it, so he didn''t open the door either and cursed back through a wooden board.
(End of this chapter)