Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1382 1354. Safe acquaintance

The replenishment of consumable props is not a big deal, and Lan En came to see Berengar not just for these reasons.

The hustle and bustle of the market square was gradually left behind by the two of them, and the pavement under their feet became more regular and hard as they got closer to the workshop area.

The workshop area is full of supporting projects for the production of Valyrian steel. Whether it is outbound shipments or incoming raw materials, they are all heavy items.

In order not to affect this pillar industry and emerging industry that is extremely important to Goos Willen.

The city government has built brick roads in this large area, and the maintenance frequency is only slightly lower than that of Caddo Street, the avenue in front of the Sorceress College and the city's main thoroughfare.

"Besides this matter, there is another matter, which is also the main purpose of my coming to find you."

Lan En whispered to Berengar, and the two of them kept walking, only slowing down slightly.

"Huh?" The old demon hunter raised his eyebrows in confusion and looked sideways at the tall figure beside him, "What the hell?"

He looked down and saw the potion bottle lying quietly in Lan En's hand.

Just like most of the potions prepared by the witcher, the translucent liquid swayed in the glass bottle.

Lan En didn't say much, because Berengar also knew the effects of the [Big Stomach King Vitality], an alchemical formula created by him, and

"You" the old demon hunter was silent at first, then asked dryly, "how many can you make?"

"Ten bottles."

"Ten people." Berengar sighed deeply.

Moreover, Berengar also knew what Lan En was going to do when he made this potion.

The Ember Knights, they have shown their anticipation for the [Trial of Green Grass] for a long time.

What's more, after killing the [Mist Nest Lord] Terror Tyrannosaurus last time, Lan En had already agreed to them, so this expectation became even higher.

Lan En had already revealed these things to him when he was in the New World Investigation Team.

Speaking of which, any demon hunter, even one as heartless and heartless as Gerd, will have a unique emotion towards the [Trial of Green Grass] that shapes and changes their body.

Even a gentle school like the Wolf School, which is close to each other and treats each other like close friends and family members, still holds a deeply abhorred attitude towards the torture that the [Trial of Green Grass] brings to the demon hunter apprentices.

Just hearing this word, Lambert tilted his head and spat to the side in displeasure.

Not to mention the indifferent bear school and the mentally abnormal cat school.

The Bear School is okay, most people have lost their feelings after the mutation anyway.

Cat School. Maybe when they watch their apprentice undergo the [Trial of Green Grass], the sight of the little boy convulsing in pain and dying will make them feel excited.

But at the same time, the [Trial of Green Grass] is unquestionable and has become the most necessary link for a demon hunter.

It mutates the human structure and gives the witcher the ability to live alone in the wild in this chaotic world.

The pain and strength of the demon hunter are all contained in a [Trial of Green Grass].

Those wanton murderers of the Cat School may be very fond of their own power.

But for Berengar, he has always hated the [Green Grass Trial].

Because he is not very talented in combat, [Green Grass Trial] has trapped him in a profession that can only make a living by fighting.

So when he was young, he was full of resistance, fear, and pain.

It was only now that his life was getting better that he could look at the witcher's mutation process calmly.

But even so, the heartbreaking pain in the mutation process that made people want to die still made his heart tremble subconsciously.

"A bunch of idiots." He looked at the medium-sized bottle of potion in Lan En's broad palm with complicated eyes, and cursed. "Do you have to rush to endure this hardship? Go and gamble your life and death?!"

"Find a rope and strangle yourself! Find a swamp in Waylon and jump down! It's even more enjoyable than this!"

Drowning can be said to be one of the most painful ways to die.

But the consensus among the demon hunters is: that is easier than the [Trial of Green Grass].

Lan En agreed.

But the young demon hunter didn't react.

He just calmly took back the displayed potion.

"But this is what they want. They've wanted it for a long time."

Lan En's eyes were lowered and his tone was calm. It's like talking about a past event that has been settled.

"They experienced a feeling of powerlessness that was more painful than death when Cintra fell, so now they are desperate to make themselves stronger. I have to admit, maybe I am responsible for this, maybe I made them feel it Pressure and urgency.”

"But no matter what, we have seen their determination and stubbornness. If professionals like us do not provide support and supervision, I am even worried that they will be stupid and do it on their own."

"You know, they respect me. But at the same time, I don't know whether to be happy or angry that they have strong opinions."

"Huh~" Berengar rubbed his face hard with his hands as if he was extremely tired, and sighed deeply at the same time. "You want me to work with you to oversee their mutation process."

He said calmly and helplessly.

"Well, what else can I say? Let them die if they want!"

When it comes to this, it's settled.

Although Berengar's talent as a demon hunter is not very good, he is still a veteran of the wolf school.

During the time of his training, the number of members of the Wolf School was far from declining to what it is today. He has witnessed the birth process of many demon hunters with his own eyes.

In fact, it would be best for Vesemir to play this kind of role.

But now, on the one hand, Vesemir has been taken away from Kaer Morhen because of Ciri, and he himself has no reason to stay in an empty old castle. He has gone out to find work long ago, and he doesn't even know who is there now. where. On the other hand, Lan En and Berengar both felt that it was cruel to let him see the scene of the [Green Grass Trial] again.

This is true even if the recipient is voluntary.

After making an agreement, Berengar began to work hard to mobilize his long-standing memories.

Although he cursed, he actually still didn't want to see any Ember Knight die in the [Trial of Green Grass].

"We also need a warlock." The old demon hunter emphasized. "A warlock with high magic power can cast spells on the fleeting physical signs during the mutation process and stabilize their vital signs."

"During Kaer Morhen's powerful days, we had long-term cooperating warlocks in the castle who were responsible for responding to mutations. At that time, our success rate could double to about seven out of ten."

"The sorceresses are very busy now." Lan En pointed behind him, which was in the direction of Aretuza, "But this is not a problem. We can wait until their meeting is over."

"Safety." The old demon hunter nodded in agreement and emphasized, "Safety comes first."

The old demon hunter thought about all aspects, and even thought about what a restraint bed would look like to prevent self-mutilation and suicide under pain.

In fact, based on Berengar's trust in Lan En's alchemy ability and the [Big Eater Vitality] potion, he has seen the actual effect with his own eyes.

He didn't think people would die so easily in the Demon Hunter's [Trial of Green Grass].

It's just that it's one thing to significantly reduce the mortality rate, but it's another thing to become deformed and disabled.

After all, the mutation of a witcher is a process of 'destruction and re-aggregation', leaving irreversible damage and hidden injuries in this process, which is also a common situation for witchers.

The cold-bloodedness of the Bear School, the nervousness of the Cat School, and even the griffon School Cohen whom Lan En knew, his turbid pupil with three iris colors in one eye.

Geralt's sickly milky white hair, Lambert's cynicism that is obviously caused by psychological trauma.

They are all manifestations of sequelae.

Therefore, situations like Lan En's, where there is no change before and after the mutation, are rare and perfect mutations.

So perfect that his mentor never thought of this possibility.

Talking while walking, the two people soon arrived at the core of the workshop area, which is the production area of ​​Valyrian steel ingots.

Black smoke drifted outward from several huge chimneys, and the heat of the molten steel ingots could be felt even here.

"Who is responsible for security in the workshop area now?"

Lan En asked as he walked beside Berengar in the direction of his factory office.

Long before, Lan En had provided support to the factory area where racial conflicts were occurring.

Using "neutral" and "not belonging to any race" demon hunters as security guards allows both human and non-human races to gain a certain degree of psychological security.

Berengar adopted this without question.

"Gede, that bear cub you know." Berengar looked around and said after finding no one, "Unfortunately, he should be on patrol now. We can have a drink together after he gets off work."

"He!" Lan En had a smile on his lips.

This guy, like himself, got a perfect mutation from the incomplete mutation formula of the Bear School.

When they first went to find the blueprints for the Bear School's master-level suit, they got along very happily.

Well, there was a high-level vampire in the small team at the beginning.

The young witcher asked with a smile, thinking of the same kind of man who would probably have to pick and mend it with needlework if his outer cotton armor was torn.

"What does he think of the job?"

"What do you think?" Berengar sneered, "I think he was really happy. He was just beating up two human gangsters who blocked the non-human race and wanted to rob them. For a demon hunter, it was easy and comfortable. "

"But I'm thinking that I have to drive him to the Wilden Wilderness recently to stretch his muscles, otherwise the bear cub will lose all his abilities."

"besides."

Halfway through talking enthusiastically, the old demon hunter got a little stuck again.

At this time, the two of them had already walked into the workshop.

The strong blacksmiths were sweating profusely at their workstations, and their muscles were covered with a layer of sweat oil, reflecting the light of the furnace.

A tinkling sound also rushed into my ears.

"What else? Another acquaintance?" Lan En raised his eyebrows, "You can't bring Cohen here, right? He has a mine in Keville, and he relies on security to keep his shares."

"It's not a gryphon." Berengar shook his head, "But he is indeed an acquaintance, and what should I say?"

"After encountering trouble, I don't want to talk about it, but my worries are written all over my face."

As he spoke, Berengar had already grasped the door handle of his office amidst the noise of the workshop.

But he didn't push away in a hurry. Instead, he turned to look at Lan En.

"You always have a way. Let's see if you can persuade him. What's the point of holding back and saying nothing?"

Lan En tilted his head in confusion.

The old demon hunter had already "clicked" the door handle and pushed in.

Lan En followed him in, and when he turned around, he saw a demon hunter with sickly milky white hair, standing up from the stool next to the wall with a look of 'waking up'.

He also subconsciously put a few pieces of paper behind him.

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