Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 280: 279I have the recipe

Chapter 280 279. I have the formula

By the time Lan En completed all the morning exercise plans made by Mentos, his linen shirt had already been wet with sweat.

Mentos monitors Lan En's physiological values in real time, and it can control every training plan to the point where Lan En's current physique feels exhausted.

Fortunately, it is not an emergency now, otherwise Mentos would have a short-term sprint plan that relies on the ultra-fast recovery power given by the [Second Heart] to carry out intensive and high-intensity training.

Its designed job is to strengthen the learning and expansion capabilities of interstellar humans, and it is very handy for such a plan.

Wait until Lan En returned to the dean's room, opened the door and went in.

In this luxurious and elegant room, the finely stitched curtains are drawn under the midday sun, turning the dazzling sunlight into ambiguous light.

Lan En's steps were light enough without any deliberate control.

As he stepped over the messy clothes on the floor, he took off his sweat-soaked shirt and walked towards the bathroom.

Its already noon, Rita. How can the dean of a magic school be so free?

Behind the soft velvet bed, there was a whimpering sound from someone lying down and burying his head in the quilt.

Margarita was lying on the bed with only a black gauze on her body.

The sweat she shed in the morning also made the layer of tulle stick to her body, revealing the flesh color and outlining the peach-like plump peaks below the waist.

Oh, nothing happened! Tissaya will take care of it quickly. I just need to teach on time and take care of the students.

This sorceress, who is not interested in power but only cares about the students and luxurious life, sees her position in the academy very clearly and is very free and easy.

She is completely enjoying the position of "nominal dean", and as an easy-to-satisfy salted fish, she has no desire to jump or stand up.

"Wow."

Lan En opened his mouth and sighed.

I dont know whether Im sighing at the wonderful scenery on the velvet bed, or Im sighing that someone like Tissaya actually taught me a salted fish.

Although Tissaya has no interest in power, she still pursues magic and maintains the authority of the academy.

It wasn't until the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom that the beautiful body on the bed froze for a moment. Then with an expression that was unclear whether it was nostalgia for the soft bed or anticipation of what was going to happen later, she got up and tiptoed towards the bathroom. .

Hmm? I remember you were very tired in the morning.

Its really tiring, but I cant help it

Lan En's process that was supposed to be done with just a rinse was prolonged due to accidents.

After lunch, Lan En and Margarita sat in the dean's office.

On Tisaya's table, even the dinner plates she used were neatly placed.

Seeing the two people coming in from the door, the former dean waved his hand gently, and the tableware he used disappeared without a trace. It seemed that he had returned to the college kitchen.

She demurely wiped the non-existent stain on her mouth and glanced up at Margarita, who was half-lying on the cashmere bench as soon as she entered the door.

You arrived at the office an hour and a half later than usual today.

Rare, Lan En found Margareta, who has always been with Tishaya, and at this time, she actually took a sense of sitting subconsciously.

Like a student caught by the teacher.

You are no longer a newbie, Rita. Having fun is what mages deserve, but at the same time, it is the mages responsibility to make unremitting efforts in pursuing magic.

Of course, teacher!

With a subconscious move, Margarita was even addressed as a student.

She quickly picked up the parchment scattered on the low table in front of the cashmere bench. There were many geometric images and algorithmic formulas written on it that Lan En couldn't understand.

Looks like a piece of magic research that Margarita is pondering.

Unlike Tishaia, a warlock who has spent a long time building herself into an almost all-rounder, Margarita's talent in conjuration was due to her lazy attitude towards life and became the dean of Aretuza. main reason.

The witcher stood aside and watched the interaction between the master, apprentice, and colleague.

His teasing and helpless eyes calmed Margarita's tense body, which had been tense when facing the serious Tisaya.

The whisper between Lan En and her in the bathroom was recalled in her mind.

Wait, Tissaya! I have it here

Margarita looked up from the parchment so suddenly that her brilliant blond hair briefly flew into the air.

But when she raised her head again, she saw Lan En sitting leisurely in the guest seat opposite Tisaya's table.

Tisaya herself was not surprised at all.

She just pinched her fingers between her eyebrows and glanced at Margarita's plump and open lips.

Rita. Every time Rita brings Lan with her, I feel like he is the dean doing the work.

The witcher raised his forearm that was resting on the armrest and gestured with a smile."I'm not a warlock, I'm still a man."

No need to stress, I know.

Tisaya moved her eyes away from Lan En's smiling face without leaving any trace.

Thats why I didnt just drown Rita in a bathtub filled with Dongzhidong red wine.

The current dean guiltily buried his blond hair behind the parchment, while the witcher at the desk's guest seat twitched the corners of his mouth and could barely maintain his bright and light smile.

Dongzhidong Red Wine, the national treasure red wine of Toussaint, the country of knights. A bottle of red wine that is less than five years old and the weather is suitable for grape growth in that year is basically priced at fifteen florins a bottle.

Converting the Nilfgaardian florin to Temerian oruns, this is approximately equivalent to one hundred and fifty oruns.

The cost of overhauling Lan En's armor is only two hundred orens. A bottle of this red wine is equivalent to a whole set of light armor!

Opening your mouth is to drown people to death in this kind of red wine. Do sorceresses have such luxury even when they say harsh words? !

Mr. Lan, a young man from the countryside, once again confirmed his poverty.

Tell me, Lan En. Last time you came here, you found a pioneering path for our research. What surprises do you want to give me this time?

Tisaya put her hands on the table and looked at Lan En seriously.

The young man, who was shocked by the other party's aura of wealth, pursed his lips to regain his mood.

Thats right. Well, you said before that the market for magic-blocking gold, enchantment, hiring wild mages, etc. are all good now?

Thats true, and its all thanks to your [Lord Hunting] action.

Lan En nodded and continued.

So suppose there is a metal ingot on the market now with performance significantly higher than that of ordinary steel, but the cost is much lower than that of magic-resistant gold. What will happen to its market?

Tisaya did not answer immediately, but stretched out her hand to Lan En.

Steel from another world? Take it out and have a look.

She has witnessed almost the entire development of human metallurgical technology. Whether there is a new metallurgical technology with exaggerated effects or not, she doesnt know, at least she has an idea.

It is impossible for the steel in Lan En's mouth to suddenly appear without any noise.

Only the other world, this source can make sense.

Lan En was already prepared to place the dragon bone dagger on the table from his waist.

Tisaya skillfully pulled it out, beckoned and used the floating spell to take a sword from the wall behind her that was originally crossed to decorate the wall.

She used the back of the dragon bone dagger to scratch the surface of the sword. Clear scratches were left on the surface of the long sword, but the back of the dagger remained intact.

Tisaya nodded with a relaxed expression. It seems that this kind of steel is just an ordinary thing.

She sheathed the dagger again and handed it back to Lan En.

The witcher looked at her expression, and his heart skipped a beat.

No way. Is the performance of Valyrian steel so unsightly?

The sorceress rearranged her hands on the table.

"This is good steel. How much do you have? Arethusa can eat it all."

In stock? I dont have much, just a few steel ingots.

Tisaya frowned: "Then you want to enchant weapons in Arethusa and then auction them off as high-quality weapons?"

How can I not say it?

Lan En scratched his chin in confusion.

I dont have it in stock if you want it, but I have the production formula for this kind of steel.

Yeah. Tisaya nodded casually at first.

Then he seemed to suddenly react, and suddenly raised his head to look directly into Lan En's cat eyes.

On the delicate and serious pretty face, the red lips slowly opened.

".Um?!!"

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