Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1245 1217. Theoretical research is unlucky

Lann put the gloves on his hands again, opened the door of Tisaya's room, and walked out with the sorceress.

 The expressions of both people are normal.

Although the body of a demon hunter recovers magic power very quickly, special cases like Lan En have extraordinary reserves and extraordinary recovery speed.

But compared to a sorceress of Tisaya's level, it still seems shallow.

Tishaya drained Lan En dry more than twenty times after lowering the sensitivity of her whole body.

But this is nothing more than restoring one's own magic power to a few tenths, or even one percent, of what it was before the curse was released.

She still felt empty, but at least it wasn't like she had a high fever like before, and even her brain's reaction was slowed down by several beats.

 When it appears to the outside world, it is barely normal.

This also made the researchers and scholars who originally noticed something was wrong with Tissaya, but were cautious not to say anything because they didn't understand magic, and now came over to show concern, breathed a sigh of relief.

 “I’m a little doubtful now whether this is a suitable place for a holiday.”

Tisaya and Lan walked on the wooden stairs together, heading towards the weapons and lynx pavilion where they had lunch. On the way, I smiled and nodded to the scholars who occasionally passed by and greeted me.

“The uncomfortable feeling of losing the magic of chaos that can be replenished at any time. If it was Margarita just now, she would not be satisfied until she milked you until late at night.”

As her body started to feel better, Tisaya still had the heart to tease her students.

 “Wow.” Lan En cheered expressionlessly.

 In fact, the low period of magic power is not very tiring for him, and he recovers quickly, so he doesn't take it to heart very much.

 “Then you still need me to help?”

Lann asked Tissaya.

“You have recovered very little now, and I am not under any pressure. I just need to eat more.”

If an ordinary demon hunter is sucked out of magic like this, even if he maintains adequate nutritional intake to maintain body functions, he will probably appear empty and weak.

 Because the conversion rate of nutrients in the body cannot keep up.

 But Lan En has modified high-energy blood, and the conversion rate and storage rate of nutrients after entering the body are very high, so that he can keep up with the needs of the sorceress.

But Tissaya stopped after taking two more steps, and after thinking for a while, she still shook her head.

 “Still not.”

 “Tissaya.” Lan En called her name and scratched his head helplessly. "You don't have to worry about what happened before. This is about your physical condition. It was just an accident that didn't matter."

"No."

Even though Lan En said this, the sorceress still insisted on her opinion after a slight hesitation.

“The chaos magic power in my body is enough to keep me in a normal physical state, but this state prevents me from casting magic.”

"But just in time, I want to use this time to limit my instinct to rely on magic. This may allow me to make progress in some more theoretical research fields."

“In my previous life, magic has always been too convenient for me.”

"A field that leans toward theory?" Lan En became interested. He looked at the sorceress in surprise, "For example?"

Disaya raised her eyes and glanced at the young demon hunter. It felt like she rolled her eyes, but with her blushing face, she looked even more charming.

“For example, the elf beacon you use to record passing through the world. No matter who the elf is who made this beacon, the study of teleportation and positioning from the perspective of the ‘world’ has been of great help to me.”

“I’m looking forward to getting more inspiration from the idea of ​​​​this elven beacon.”

Lan En didn’t say much more about the areas he didn’t quite understand.

 He shrugged and made a dramatic flourish: "Your body, ma'am."

With that said, they just finished walking up the wooden stairs and climbed to the weapons and lynx pavilion on the third floor of the Star Stronghold.

Tisaya went to find a stone table to sit on alone.

Lan En, who felt that he was being deliberately avoided, was not troubled. The two of them had just experienced an embarrassing scene, and now it was good for them to keep their distance.

 He ran to share a table with Berengar and the leader of the second phase of the regiment who was hanging out with Berengar.

Today’s set menu is seafood cheese risotto, paired with a large piece of simmered grass-fed dragon steak, and pineapple-flavored beer.

If you don’t want to eat the daily standard set meal, you can also ask the chef to make a designated set meal by paying extra or using your accumulated survey points.

Lan En does have investigation points in his hand, which he accumulated during the last series of missions.

But he felt that there was nothing wrong with the daily set menu, especially since all the ingredients were fresh, paired with the chef’s skills, and the almost overflowing vitality of the New World’s plants and animals.

 What more could you ask for?

Lan En, who queued up to get three sets of today's set meals, sat down at the table of the other two people with his dinner plate.

Three "bang bang bang" sounds, and the sound of the dinner plate falling was quite heavy. The food of the New World Survey Team was as rough as ever, but it was also as durable and solid as ever.

“I have a good appetite today.” Berengar was holding an empty scallop shell in his hand and raised his eyebrows at Lan En.

As he spoke, he moved the dinner plate to the side of the leader of the second phase group to make room.

Lan En was not polite and immediately put his three portions aside and said while eating, "I consumed too much today." The one-eyed dark-skinned man held the big wine glass and smiled.

“Playing with the body of a 40-meter-long Dino Tyrannosaurus is ridiculous if it doesn’t cost a lot.”

Even though the word "consumption" in the other person's mouth was somewhat different from what he wanted to express, Lan En just shook his head, picked up the meat skewers inserted on the dinner plate and ate it.

When the chef is preparing the queue, he is accustomed to pouring liquor on the stone slab of the bar, lighting it, and covering it.

 After the smoldering is over, cut the soft and juicy dragon steak into mahjong-sized pieces, put them on iron skewers and grill them over an open fire for a while.

 When serving food, iron picks are stuck on the dinner plate.

“The [Mist Nest Lord]’s corpse, after being processed today, I guess there will be no problem.”

 Speaking of the corpse, Lan En mentioned it to the leader of the second phase regiment.

 “Are you interested in those materials? You can leave some more when the time comes.”

Originally, Lan En thought that the other party would be very excited about the two monster materials that many craftsmen would never have the chance to see once in their lifetime.

But after finishing speaking, Lan En saw the leader of the second group put down his wine glass a little hesitantly, and turned to touch his steel brush-like whiskers.

 “Hey, the material of the Dread Tyrannosaurus.” He sighed first, and then sighed again, “Hey, [Master of the Mist Nest]!”

 Looking both disgusted and wanting at the same time.

　　It turns out that the material used to make the Tyrannosaurus Rex has always been unlucky in the circle of craftsmen in this world.

Its dark green skin is smooth and tough, covered with messy scars from old wounds, as well as blood scabs left by cruel predation.

 Not only does it stink, it’s also difficult to deal with.

Coupled with the destructive power of the Dino Tyrannosaurus to the ecology and its frightening predatory posture, craftsmen generally regard it as a material that is unlucky enough to be taken over.

“Oh, the symbolism is unlucky.” Berengar understood the unspoken rules and customs in the blacksmith industry.

He suddenly nodded happily: "Then leave it to me! I just need this thing to practice, so you can do me a favor and be a guide on the side."

The old demon hunter's long face turned to the leader of the second phase of the regiment.

 After he came to this new continent, he felt more and more that the monsters on this continent were simply incredible. Even the technology that could "really utilize" these monster materials, he also felt that it was powerful and wanted to learn it.

As an apprentice, you should first pick up the dirty work that the master is unwilling to do, and then let yourself become familiar with it.

Berengar still understands this.

 The leader of the second phase team is also very happy. He is of course happy that someone can help him do the most troublesome pre-processing of the Dino Tyrannosaurus materials.

 Immediately laughed, the two blacksmiths raised their glasses and clinked them.

 The aroma of pineapple is wafting from the sloshing of the wine.

"You two look very familiar. I thought you might dislike each other."

Lan En watched the interaction between the two of them, and he picked it up with interest and took a sip.

“You have only known each other for half a day.”

“It’s not that much trouble for craftsmen to speak.” Berengar wiped away the beer foam at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, “Especially for us, who are relatively pure craftsmen.”

 Lan En tilted his head speechlessly.

"Besides, don't think I don't know what you've dragged me here for."

The old demon hunter looked at Lan En with a sneer.

 “Just to introduce a holiday destination? That’s a lot of effort.”

 “Hehe.” Lan En shrugged and smiled, “I really can’t hide it from you.”

 As soon as he smiled, Berengar, who had originally sneered at him, stopped laughing.

The old demon hunter has turned his head and looked away out of habit.

On the other hand, the head of the second phase of the group, who is very rough and nervous, has little impact.

"The two of us have been studying the trophies you brought here all morning." The big man with one eye, the one eye was just shining when he said this!

“What a good thing! It is very strong in terms of physical defense and has good resistance to high temperatures.”

“But time is limited, and we haven’t tested the resistance to lightning, low temperature, or water properties. By the way, who polished these scales and dragon skin? The craftsmanship is also very good!”

"Berengar told you about the owner of the dragon scales and skin, right? He was the dwarf who conquered the country."

Lan En said as he put a spoonful of rice that was stained yellow by the juice of the seafood and covered with melted cheese into his mouth.

"They made this for me. They said that the strength of the scales has reached the point where it is difficult to process. In order to prevent others from being helpless, they simply ground them into armor plates that can be used directly."

 “Hey, who are you looking down on?”

Berengar curled his lips and said something stubborn out of habit. But in the end I added it sincerely.

“But their level is indeed high. These rough-processed dragon scales can be processed again and then formed into various structures.”