Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 149 148. The person eyeing the sword

"Thank you for your help, Gendry. Please give this short sword a scabbard. The price will be calculated at the end."

A peaceful and friendly voice came, awakening the blacksmith apprentice's hazy mind.

The muscular young man blinked his eyes and shook his head instinctively, and then he saw the impossibly handsome guest in front of him, looking at him inquiringly.

He suddenly woke up.

Did I just get distracted?

Gendry was a little unsure if he hadn't been resting well recently.

But it's not a big deal, and you don't need to worry about it.

After he regained consciousness, he followed Lan En's gaze and found what the guest wanted.

It was a short sword that was almost as long as an adult's forearm. It had a one-handed handle wrapped in red leather, and the blade was only a little over ten centimeters long.

"Sir, the scabbard will be ready soon. This is a bonus."

Gendry took a silver deer from Lan's hand and gave him a handful of coppers back.

Silver deer is a currency whose value is lower than that of gold dragon and silver moon.

Under normal circumstances, a silver deer is enough to buy a decent long sword, but Tob Mott's reputation and craftsmanship make even a forearm-long dagger in this shop more expensive in terms of price. You have to pay the bill with silver deer.

Gendry handed over the goods, completed the transaction, and returned to the fire to continue forging the horned helmet.

The owner of the shop was taking a nap on the recliner from beginning to end, and he didn't bother to raise his eyes whether the sale of a dagger was successful or not.

All of this seemed like an insignificant transaction among the countless transactions that this store usually experienced.

Lan En was very satisfied with this 'normality' and walked back with Aaliya.

"This is for you."

Lan En pointed the hilt of the dagger he just bought towards Aria.

"Your stabbing sword is not bad, but if I want to teach you something, it is better to equip your off-hand with a short sword for blocking."

In fact, every Emperor's Son has a superb and incredibly complex database of swordsmanship in his mind.

Swordsmanship is like a tool for creating art to them.

Therefore, even though they are beyond mortals and have no chance to use the flexible combination of "bayonet + dagger", they will definitely be able to do it.

Lan En's daily [Memory Diving] has become a daily task, except for the two nights when he hammered Count Stetha to death and fought against Dagon.

Even if he was influenced by what he saw and heard, no matter whether he could use those outrageous sword skills or not, his vision was definitely not low.

As a parrying sword, the short sword has an advantage over the long sword because the leverage structure it can form in sword confrontation is much less labor-intensive than the long sword.

Basically, when Aaliya fights with normal men of the same age, she will not be at a disadvantage due to sword wrestling.

Of course, the premise is that she has used her own skills to handle the first impact of the long sword slash and entered the wrestling stage.

"Ha! Thank you!"

Aria smiled and took the dagger, tied it to the right side of her waist, and fought with the 'sewing needle' on the left side.

She was already looking forward to what kind of swordsmanship Lan En could teach her.

Lan En thanked him and nodded indifferently. I already agreed to teach you something, how can I still fool you?

But at the same time, his ears twitched slightly, and in a movement that seemed to twist his neck to relax, he glanced at his right rear.

There is a dark alley.

And there, several voices were discussing something at a normal volume.

They don't know how sharp the witcher's hearing is. To normal ears, this is meaningless noise, but to the witcher's ears, this is information.

"The sword on that guy's back, just look at the handle. No! Just look at the silver counterweight engraving to tell how valuable it is!"

"Next to him is the daughter of the current Hand of the King!"

"Oh, big shot? But what's the matter? We won't touch that girl. In King's Landing, the Prime Minister can't just let all the decent and upright people in this city come out to find out just because his daughter's bodyguard was robbed, right? Then But there are hundreds of thousands of people! After we finish robbing, we can go to another street and hide for a few months, won’t we be done?”

"Hey, he's wearing armor that doesn't look easy to mess with."

"I think it's useless. There are ten of us, dragging him into the alley and beating him with sticks. He will definitely not be able to bear it. And he doesn't even have a helmet. Maybe a blow to the back of the head will be enough to knock him out for a long time. "

A cacophony of voices chattering and arguing back and forth in the alley.

Finally, a voice that seemed to be the leader sounded, suppressing all the disputes.

"I think we can do it. In the past, we didn't dare to do anything casually, because there were only a few places where stolen goods were sold, and Golden Robe could check them out if they wanted. But now, haven't we just been taken in by our 'honorable lord'? "

"We 'adults' have money now. No matter where it comes from, we have it anyway. And we are keen on collecting these strange things. This exquisite sword should be exchanged for a lot of money!" "

The leader's tone of voice was interesting.

When he said the words 'Your Excellency', he did not give his tone the emotion that matched the meaning of the words.

Instead, it was with a kind of teasing and ridicule.

If Lan En could describe the tone, it would be like seeing a country bumpkin nouveau riche.

If you are rich, you are really rich, and if you look down on it, you are really looking down on it.

So who is this ‘adult’ who likes to collect strange things?

Border nobles far away from the royal city? Newly successful businessman?

Lan En was very curious. After all, this 'adult' had a goal that coincided with his.

So. "Bang, bang," two soft sounds.

The ten gangsters in the alley were looking at the entrance of the alley from the shadows in astonishment.

A tall, silver-haired young man was retracting the palm of his hand that knocked on the wall twice. His elegant posture was like that of a banquet host who knocked on his glass at a cocktail party and was about to speak.

A little girl followed him enthusiastically, and the two of them walked toward the shadows of the alley.

"Everyone, I'm a little interested in the 'adult' you talk about."

As he walked, Lan En smiled and untied the long sword strap on his chest, and placed the two swords in Aria's arms behind him.

"Can you tell me something?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

The original ten people in the alley stared blankly at the intruder.

That was the prey they had chosen, and they were supposed to drag it into the shadows five or ten minutes later, knock it out and strip it naked in the struggle.

But now, under the other person's smiling expression, they feel that they are the prey.

The first emotion that came over me was surprise.

But after the surprise, there was a kind of irritation mixed with surprise.

The surprise prey comes to the door automatically, but what makes him angry is the graceful elegance of the other party!

In other words - that look of complete indifference!

"Bang!"

The gangster closest to Lan En took the lead in holding the wooden stick, cursing and preparing to swing it.

But then, before he could raise the stick above his head, a big hand that was so fast that he couldn't even see it hit him directly in the face!

"Bang!"

"Whoa!"

Pressing his head, the back of his head collided with the face of the person behind him.

The person whose face was pressed went limp immediately after this blow, and it was only because his face was pinched by that hand that he didn't collapse into a ball on the ground.

As for the guy who was hit in the face, the blood in his nose was like a faucet being turned on.

Now I can only lie on the ground, breathing through my mouth in a daze.

"Woohoo! Lan En, I win!"

Alia, who was holding two swords, gave a small cheer.

"My fault." Lan En didn't look back. A silver deer slipped out of his unmoved hand and flicked it onto the little girl's forehead.

The remaining eight people had dull expressions in front of those slightly shining cat eyes.

"What a shame, I thought the local gangsters would be a little more polite."

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