Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1604 1576. Pressure Antiques

"Haha! See who is back?"

Gued had heard the footsteps of them before, but he didn't care too much, thinking about dealing with the troublemakers who had been taught a lesson by him first.

As a result, after Lan En spoke, he was surprised to find that the person who came over was an old friend.

The two bear school demon hunters who should be as cruel as ice were as cold as ice, were walking towards each other with emotional smiles.

With a "bang", they held each other's outstretched forearms, and then pulled each other closer to make a simple hug.

"You keep your beard again? Didn't you say it was troublesome before?"

Lan En joked with Gede.

But Gued shrugged indifferently: "The beard is really troublesome, but when I went to relax, I found that the girls liked this furry touch very much, you know?"

I understand, but Lan En still made a smacking sound of "tsk tsk" as a mockery.

Gued leaned sideways and looked behind Lan Eun's arm.

"Oh, the kitten and Qilin are all back. But who is this beautiful lady?"

The velvet ball squatted on the back of the Kirin and greeted Gude whom he had met before.

But Cassandra is.

"Beautiful lady?" With a subtle and aggressive smile on her face, Kassandra walked up from Lane and reached out to Ged.

Gede didn't think much about it, and he reached out to hold it.

Lan En also took a small step back with a malicious smile.

The two of them held each other's forearms with their palms. At this point, the way of greetings in ancient Greece and the magical medieval era was quite similar.

But then

"Cruff!"

The leather part on the arm armor of the higher bear school was the first to make a loud squeezing and friction!

Ged's bearded mouth suddenly twisted.

His face was like the one who had been experiencing the trouble just now, and it was red and warm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Click!"

In the next moment, Ged, who had reacted, also used a retaliatory force to use force on his palm, and the connecting part that the Kassandrana metal arm guard pinched made a sound.

This handshake of separation lasted for about ten seconds, and finally, Gede took the lead in "puha" and let out a sigh.

They both let go of each other.

"For the sake of smallpox and cholera!" Gued shook his hand and shouted like a ghost, "Lan Eun, where did you find such a strong man? You don't seem to like being called a lady? Then what should I call it?"

I felt that my forearm muscles were almost pinched and Ged was blown up. At this time, I was very cautious about how Kassandra wanted to use personal pronouns.

"Cassandra." The Hawk Trainer waved his hand at this time, "I actually don't pay so much attention to it. Anyway, I'm not a delicate lady."

"I understand!" Gued nodded immediately, "I understand completely! Man!"

It seems that Cassandra's personality is also very suitable for his appetite. She doesn't care about her pinched arm, so she laughs and shakes hands and says hello to the other party normally.

Then he looked at the roaring bear head pendant around his neck, and then the same style on Lan En's neck.

He picked up the pendant and shook it twice: "This is not magic. Where did you get such great strength?"

"Strictly speaking," Lan En responded to Ged's question. "She used some techniques that were different from magic. You can understand that."

"Okay." Gede was not a very tangled person, so he immediately called Lan En and the other four to walk deep into the factory area. "Come on, I'll take you to find that old guy Berengal. How about having dinner together tonight? My job is not over yet."

"No problem." Lan En agreed first, "But these people next to him are here?"

As he spoke, Lan En raised his chin at the troublemakers on the road who had not recovered yet.

"They? No big deal." But Gede seemed to be used to it. "Did you see that there weren't even a pair of pants inside, so you just wore a pair of underwear and a pair of shoes?"

"I've seen him twice this week alone. If he really had no pants, I would probably have been frozen to death in the weather."

"It's probably because I know I'm going to be beaten, so I just don't even wear my pants, so I can save it from getting dirty and torn."

Lan En glanced at the troublemakers who were about to recover from pain, shook his head and walked forward: "What's the matter?"

Gede made a very decent move, not even a broken bone.

Kassandra looked left and right and said that she had a very "powerful" work such as forging and smelting, and was closely related to weapons and equipment, which was very consistent with her aesthetic appearance.

"What's the matter?" Gede shook his head helplessly as he walked forward, "Didn't you hear it just now?"

"Valyria Steel's business has not stopped, and it still maintains trade with Nifgad. So many people have popped up now and said they want to teach us a lesson."

"But this is not normal." Although Lan En just came back, he felt keen and calmly with just a few words.

He said calmly: "The news that the enemy is displayed outside the border can indeed bring great pressure to people. Under pressure, it is normal to make people dizzy and make all kinds of fierce actions."

"But the pressure is not that great now."

Lan En looked back while walking, and the people who had just been knocked down were already staggering and ready to leave.

"If the Nifgads had hit the nearby area and caused a lot of damage. A large number of locals lost their relatives and friends, their anger and fear would certainly explode. It would be no surprise that the factory area was flattened."

"But now, the news about Nifgaard's army is still far away. Where did they get such a big reaction?" The sausage-cutting tactic, or the step-by-step tactic, is effective because it is in line with the psychological characteristics of human beings.

Take Nifgaard's heading north this time as an example.

The pressure brought by the Nifgaard army to the northerners was not actually rising steadily with their pace of heading north, but a step-by-step rise.

If divided in the simplest form, then: when hearing the war between the Niphgads, the psychological pressure of the northerners was one. When the Niphgads attacked their neighbors, they soared to fifty.

Go to the border of your country and get up to seventy.

Finally, he directly hit the city where he was, soared to one hundred, and completely exploded.

It is completely normal and understandable that Valyrian Steel's business will be impacted by this.

But when residents are under insufficient psychological pressure, how can they make trouble with the frequency in Gued's mouth?

"You're talking about the same thing as Sylton. By the way, you're really just back?"

Gued joked, but he became serious in the second half.

"I don't quite understand what Sylton said about business, but the meaning is probably the same as you, and he and Bellengar are having a headache."

The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!

As they spoke, they walked through several factories and finally arrived at Lan En's original destination - the largest main factory.

“Maraka~”

After entering the door, the heat from the forging factory and the sound of ironclads that could be called an ear-fried iron, reflecting Cassandra's wheat-colored face into a dark red color.

The iron is like a stream, the accumulated steel billets are like hills, while humans, dwarves, elves, and half-elves are busy.

"Dwarf? He's so short!"

On the way, Lan En had actually introduced the complex racial composition to Kassandra, but Kassandra, who was born in a purely human world, was still surprised by this.

"Oh, by the way! I said they were short, would they get angry in their customs?"

Although he has relatively little knowledge, Cassandra is also a person who travels back and forth on the broken landform of the Aegean Sea, knowing the truth that "there are different customs in ten miles".

After the initial amazement, she turned her head and asked Lan Eun carefully.

"Short? That won't be." Lan En greeted Cassandra familiarly, "But remember, you can't say that they are not strong enough, nor that their beards are not good-looking and short, and there is nothing else."

"Like strong?" Kassandra laughed, "I like it too!"

The velvet ball jumped over Lane's feet, and trotted on all fours and arrived at the door of Berengal's office first. After opening the door, he stretched out his head and said hello.

"Meow! We're back!"

Lan En and the others then came in, and when Gede was at the door, he returned to the streets of the factory area to patrol the field.

"Ahh! My friend!" In the office, the red-bearded dwarf Shillerton was sitting opposite Bellengar across the desk.

Seeing Lan En come in, his eyes almost shined and he immediately got up from the chair.

Then he saw the Aegean beauty in "strange costumes" behind Lan En, and quickly regained her anger after saying what she had already said.

"Uh, there's this one."

Shilledon looked at Lan Eun with a look that he knew everything, but he wanted to blink before he could.

A strong force pulled him and shook his head violently.

After a blink of an eye, I saw that his hand had been held by Kassandra.

"Hello, dwarf. Ha! You guys really feel heavier than they look, and they are strong enough."

"You, you, ma'am!"

Shilledon responded to Cassandra's somewhat familiar greeting, but his eyes were already glancing at Lan Eun.

The meaning in that look was very obvious: Where did you find such a powerful beauty? The hand strength is big enough!

After Lan En introduced each other, he closed the office door behind him.

The velvet ball had already jumped onto the back of a chair and was squatting like a little lion on it.

Berengal got up, took out two more silver cups from the cabinet and poured them into wine, and handed them to Lane and Kassandra.

The old witch hunter's pair of cat eyes simply glanced over Lan En, and found that this kid was more inexplicably energetic than before, so he skipped over.

Instead, stayed on Kassandra.

"Yeah." He turned around and picked up the wine glass he had poured when he was talking to Shileton from the table and took a sip, making a sound like he didn't know whether it was to taste the wine or the person in front of him.

"Hello, Cassandra. I probably know how you came here. But please satisfy my curiosity first."

"Of course." The hawk trainer opened his hand openly.

"The armor on your body is very old, to be honest, a bit primitive. But just looking at it, I feel that their performance is absolutely inconsistent with their craftsmanship."

"Also, the casting process of the shin, breastplate, arm guard, and knife on your waist is several generations, right? Are you digging out antiques and using them to dry them?"

"This is not wise, Cassandra. Technology is developing, antiques are unreliable."