Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 987: 969 recommends Dudu



Chapter 987: 969 recommends Dudu

Chapter 987 969. Recommend Dudu

?After morning exercise, Lan En had no intention of going back to find Margarita or Tisaya right away.

?The two sorceresses must have conspired to do something last night, which made him feel something was wrong.

?“So you came to me?”

?Berengar was rarely tinkering at the stove. He was holding a list and looking at it.

?In the final analysis, blacksmithing is his hobby, and he is also a master blacksmith who maintains his own touch.

?But his job is actually to take care of the entire billet production process for the Valyrian Steel business.

?Including quality control of steel billets, production efficiency, etc.

Now Lan is sitting opposite Berengar's desk, with his elbows on the table and his chin on both hands.

??This is a small office built in the Valyrian steel billet production workshop. Outside, a group of strong men are in full swing, hammering and smashing iron ingots. Berengar is working inside.

??When Lane talked about what he felt was wrong with Margarita, Berengar leaned forward with great interest.

?“Oh, I’m getting stubborn now.”

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

?“Maybe?”

??The two chatted and laughed with each other and discussed death. People in the profession of witchers are not so superstitious, although they often deal with things like curses.

?Berengar smiled and retracted his forward body.

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

“Bang, bang,” two knocks on the door sounded. Although the sound of the wooden door being knocked was drowned in the sound of forging iron, the significant difference in timbre could still be distinguished from the noise.

??But precisely because they have seen so many unconstrained curses and magics, they are able to see clearly.

"I wrote to Yennefer a few months ago. She also wrote back to me and agreed. She should be in Kaer Morhen by now, taking care of Ciri's life. Don't worry."

"No." Lan En simply refused, "I always feel that before I had no choice but to eat soft food, now that I have become rich, I still eat soft food. Isn't this a development in vain!"

?“Is work going well?”

"Very good." Geralt knocked the mud from his boots on the wooden floor while responding to his friend's question.

?Including elves, dwarves, gnomes, halflings, dryads, etc.

“So, you’re starting to feel like you can’t handle it? You’re out of your depth?”

“The land of Velen is very ancient. The ancient races left temples, tombs, and laboratories protected by institutions here. Arethusa is very generous to explorers. The work here is indeed suitable for demon hunters.”

??Geralt has followed Berengar to Goos Velen since last time to look for work.

??Geralt pulled a chair from the side, closed the door and sat next to it.

?Because this tone sounded quite pleasant, Lan En was not prepared to argue with him.

"Let me tell you," Berengar said with a tone of teasing or jealousy as he lay down on the back of the chair.

Lan En turned sideways on his chair, saw the person coming in clearly and raised his hand to say hello.

??This is what Geralt is doing now.

“In short, I am nodding now. There is a funding gap in a bunch of industries. Even if the gap is filled, someone still has to find someone to take care of it.”

The visitor was obviously very familiar with Berengar, and he had already opened the door and entered before he could answer the call in the office.

?Talk about their respective deaths, which can be regarded as a unique topic when witchers chat.

?Ancient races refer specifically to races that have settled on this continent before humans appeared.

“The Aretusa family has a great business. Just open your mouth and say something. A lot of gold coins can crush people to death.”

?In order to ensure Ciri's life in Kaer Morhen, several witchers from the Wolf School must protect her and train her in the castle where no one is around.

Geralt didn't expect Lan En to be here when he opened the door, but he quickly came to his senses.

?It seems like he didn’t say anything, and he seems to have said everything.

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

?“What’s wrong? Do you think I will die outside?”

?The academy will buy ancient magic items or knowledge from explorers at a high price.

??After all, Lan En didn't show that **** smile when he greeted him this time, because the young witcher was not happy at the moment.

?“Hey, White Wolf. Hello.”

?Lann raised his eyes and looked at the old demon hunter. The aura that was filled with a lot of hot feeling due to receiving the fire of the spell spread.

?The remaining person has to go out to earn money to support his family.

?After all, the college is now worried about how to spend its cash flow.

??Geralt's low and hoarse voice sounded, which was quite charming when paired with his handsome and handsome face.

“Hello, Lan En. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

?There are now three pairs of cat eyes in the house.

?Berengar stabbed him with a smile, but also with a tone of teasing or jealousy.

??So Geralt and the guys from the Wolf School all believe that Lan has the power to know and interfere with Ciri's current situation.

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

“That’s good, a little girl’s body should be taken care of by a mature woman. We guys don’t know anything.”

?Lane first affirmed Geralt’s actions. It seems that he listened to his own advice and realized that letting Ciri grow up healthily is far more important than his excessive and deep self-esteem.

??Given Lann’s knowledge of Geralt, he must have been in a lot of trouble when he wrote to Yennefer.

As expected, Berengar, who was watching the excitement, commented on Geralt’s expression when he said ‘write a letter’ just now.

“But when I saw the expression on your face when you wrote the letter, I thought you were going to fight with the leader.”

?Berengar shook his head and said as if iron was not made of steel.

"What did you call it at the beginning? 'Dear good friend'? I can't believe it, you were holding it in for two hours, right? That's all you were able to say."

?Lann also looked at Geralt with a strange expression.

?When you ask Yennefer to do something, you don’t call her ‘my lover’ or something like that, but ‘good friend’. Whose good friend travels thousands of miles to babysit in a dilapidated castle on the edge of the civilized world?

"Geralt, let me confirm." Lan En considered his words carefully, "Um, have you ever asked anyone to do something for you?"

??Geralt put his two hands together, covering his face and rubbing them up and down.

?“No, stop it, Lan. I’m begging you.”

?The muffled sigh coming from beneath the leather-gloved hands was almost a plea.

?It is a pity that Berengar seems to like to use his "Wolf School-style taunting" against his own people.

"Yes, 'As I beg you'. It would be great if you could write this sentence at that time."

"Look at the reply from the sorceress. She also calls you 'dear friend', and the irony is almost jumping out of the letter."

?Listening to Berengar's words, Lan suddenly felt that he had missed a lot of wonderful things.

?“Well, it looks like everyone is not having a good time.”

?Lane patted Geralt's shoulder and sighed.

?“Huh, do you have a story too?”

??Geralt first slapped Lan En's hand on his shoulder away. In his eyes, people like Lan En should live a happy life.

?But then, Lan En told him that he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

?“So, you are going to become an ordinary witcher?”

??Geralt crossed his arms and looked at Lan next to him.

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

“Why do I feel like you’re getting more and more excited the more you talk?”

?“No, not at all. I’m going to cry.”

??Geralt’s dead face, which he practiced to reduce trouble, is sometimes difficult to see emotions.

?However, in front of Lan En, he still felt Geralt's joyful teasing.

??White Wolf is not stupid at all. The more he comes into contact with Lan En, the more he realizes that the money is not a trouble at all to him.

??Instead, it can be used as a joke.

??If Lan En was really stumped by the money and was about to go bankrupt, then he wouldn't make a joke about it.

?Geralt is very measured, and whether he admits it with his mouth or not, he tries to avoid hurting others.

?Physical or mental.

?So Lan En was not angry at Geralt's teasing.

“Okay, that’s it.” After the joke was over, Geralt seemed to have remembered something and said to Lan.

“Right now, you are more worried about who should manage your property than you are about the money gap, right?”

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

In response to the joke just now, Lann took a comfortable position on the chair and looked at Geralt.

?“No, I am self-aware and I can’t play anything too complicated.”

??Geralt spread his hands and said.

?“But I should know someone reliable?”

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

“Do you really know someone who is engaged in finance? And why are you so unsure when you say ‘people’ at the end?”

"I don't know if he can invest in funds or anything, but he is indeed a powerful businessman. He once used a dozen packhorses as capital and multiplied it hundreds of times in Novigrad. As for 'people'."

?Geralt scratched his chin with his hand, where there was a ring of white stubble.

“Hmm, have you ever heard of doppelgangers, aliens, or mimics? Which one do you prefer?”

?Lan En frowned slightly and said.

“You mean a shapeshifter? What does a shapeshifter have to do with a merchant? No, wait. You mean?”

?At this time, not only Lan En showed a surprised expression, Berengar also put down the report in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Geralt.

?“Yes.” Geralt smiled sarcastically.

?“The powerful businessman I’m talking about is, uh, a shape-shifter.”

"His name is Trico Langrevinc Le Tote. For the sake of convenience, my friends like Dandelion and I call him Dudu."


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