Astartes of the Bear School

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's 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 abilities of interstellar humans, and it is easy to carry out such a plan.

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

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

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

He stepped over the messy clothes on the floor, took off his sweat-soaked shirt, and walked to the bathroom.

"It's already noon, Rita. How can the dean of a magic academy be so free?"

On the soft velvet bed behind him, there was a whimpering sound coming from his head buried in the quilt.

Margarita was lying on the bed, wearing only a black gauze.

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 to begin with! If anything happens, Tisaya will handle 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 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 don’t know if I’m sighing at the wonderful scenery on the velvet bed, or I’m sighing that someone like Tissaya can actually teach such 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. .

"Huh? I remember you were very tired in the morning."

"It's really tiring, but I can't help it."

Lan En's process, which was supposed to be done with just a rinse, was stretched out for a long time due to the accident.

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

On Tisaya's table, even the dinner plates she had 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."

Rarely, Lan En found that Margarita, who had always been easy-going with Tisaya, subconsciously corrected her sitting posture.

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 the pursuit of magic."

"Of course, teacher!"

In a subconscious move, Margarita even changed her name to "Student Time".

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.

It looks like a piece of magic research that Margarita is pondering.

Unlike Tissaya, 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 demon hunter stood aside and watched the interaction between master, apprentice, and colleague.

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

Therefore, Lan En's whispers with her in the bathroom were recalled in her mind.

"Wait, Tissaya! I have it here."

Margarita looked up from the parchment so sharply that her brilliant blond hair briefly vacated the air.

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

Tissaya herself was not surprised in the slightest.

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

"Rita. Every time Rita brings Lan En here, 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."

"Don't stress, I know."

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

"That's why I didn't just drown Rita in a bathtub filled with Dongzhidong red wine."

The current dean buried his blond hair behind the parchment with a guilty conscience, while the demon hunter sitting at the desk twitched the corners of his mouth and could hardly maintain his bright and light smile.

East of the East 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 Nilfgaardian florins to Temerian orens, this is approximately equivalent to one hundred and fifty orens.

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

She opens her mouth and drowns people in this kind of red wine. Does the sorceress have such luxury even when she says harsh words? !

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

"Tell me about it, 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?"

Tissaya 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.

"That's right. Well, you said before that the market for magic-blocking gold, enchanting, hiring wild mages, etc. are all good now?"

"That's true, and it's all thanks to your [Lord Hunting] action."

Lan En nodded and continued.

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

Tissaya 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 mankind's metallurgical technology. If there is any new metallurgical technology with exaggerated effects, she doesn't know, at least she has an idea.

There is no way that the steel in Lan En's mouth could suddenly appear without any noise.

Only another world, this source can make sense.

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

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

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

Tissaya nodded, her expression relaxed. 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 felt his heart lurch.

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

The sorceress rearranged her hands on the table.

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

"In stock? I don't have much, just a few steel ingots."

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

"How about not saying anything?"

Lan En scratched his chin in confusion.

"I don't have it in stock if you want it, but I do have the production formula for this kind of steel."

"Yeah." Tisaya nodded casually at first.

Then, as if he suddenly reacted, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Lan En's cat eyes.

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

".Um?!!!"

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