Chapter 24 24. Tailor

Early the next morning.

Amidst the tinkling sound of forging, Lan En placed his Bear School silver sword against the wall in the village's blacksmith workshop.

"Sorry to trouble you, Ivan."

Lan En raised his head and greeted blacksmith Ivan.

"Don't worry, I'll pick it up in an hour. The elder told me that the silver I gave you for the sword crossing will be recorded in the village account. The quality of my batch of silver ingots is nothing to say."

Ivan stood by the fire, his oily arms shining, and patted his storage box with pride.

According to him, the inventory here either comes from Vizima or Goth Velen.

His technique is not very good, but it is enough to replenish the blade of the silver sword.

Bordon's silver sword had not been repaired for a long time after he was wanted. Yesterday, he killed eighteen water ghosts in a row, and a considerable part of the silver coating was worn away.

It's worth at least two orens.

"Just now at the door, was there a child recommending that you make more clothes?"

His steps became lighter and more joyful.

The witcher had a sensitive sense of smell, and the young man was at the end of his dizziness, so Lan En didn't know where to go for a moment.

"Master." The boy plucked up the courage to speak.

After an overnight infusion, the effects were evident and now Lan is walking on the boardwalk.

"Elder Allen has informed me that your cotton armor was sewed yesterday by me and a few companions. Is it safe to use?"

His cat eyes were still scanning this impoverished but clean and tidy home, his brows furrowed until they were even.

White's mother smiled cheerfully and said: "Please forgive him, he just wants to get me more easy jobs. Advice from strangers is much more useful than recommendations from relatives of the seller. He probably thinks so."

?Haha, clever guy!"

"Sir, I don't recommend that you express emotion now. Because according to the plan, you need to repair the cotton armor on your body immediately to prepare for the afternoon hunting. Your [Surgery] skills still need a lot of training materials.

, the [Biological Structure] project still has a large gap waiting to be filled, and [Trace Detection] also requires follow-up analysis of the target person.”

Last night, in the skill analysis column, the [Trace Detection] from Bernie, a long-time hunter, had reached 13%.

The fish blood in the cracks of the wooden boards has been exposed to wind and sun, and the smell is much stronger than rotten meat in summer.

Suddenly, Lan En thought of this.

Lan En's dazed cat eyes suddenly woke up, as if someone poured a basin of ice water on his head.

He turned around stiffly and faced the child. The man who didn't even blink when he was a water ghost didn't dare to look into the eyes of the young child.

Lan En pursed his lips and nodded.

The young man complained.

After walking near a wooden house, the boy seemed to finally face the task he had to do.

This is equivalent to 13% of Bernie's proficiency and knowledge reserve in this skill.

Walking on the village boardwalk, Lan En would press his forehead from time to time.

"Master Witcher, who are you looking for?"

After a while, after realizing that Lan En actually had no intention of speaking, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man put down the hand pressing his forehead and muttered to himself.

In Lan En's heart, he is a debtor.

He ran and jumped happily. Due to lack of nutrition, his big head and small body made him look like a walking roly-poly.

The door in front of him creaked open, and a woman with a tired and thin face stood inside.

At this moment, a familiar young voice came from the gap between the wooden houses.

When the peasant woman in front of her saw Lan En, she immediately cheered up and welcomed him into the house with a smile.

Lan En still had the breeches from the Bear School armor and the linen lining of his upper body.

So much so that when even the village elders described the location of the tailor, they could only give vague directions.

Presumably some have been sold.

"Am I just walking? Just a few small openings and it will be over in a while."

"Really? Then I'll be relieved."

The young man's studded leather gloves were waving in the air as he walked out of the blacksmith workshop.

But in the final analysis, the function of Mentos is still undoubtedly superior.

For children, a flattering smile is easy to say, but flattering words are really hard to say.

The voice was cautious, with a hint of flattery that was barely concealed.

His footsteps brushed against a bump mark, and he could identify it almost in the blink of an eye. It was a mark from a week to a month ago, and the source was the tipping and collision of the barrel.

Even though he knew he would get the same answer every time, Lan En couldn't help but complain every time after his brain was filled with knowledge like a Coke bottle.

The size of the house is considered normal for Oriden, and the wooden boards on the floor are also very clean.

The construction of wooden houses is very messy. After all, this is a village with a population of 100 people, and there are about thirty houses.

In terms of furniture, it seems very empty due to the sudden drop in family labor.

After a while, he disappeared around the corner of the wooden house.

"I will, I, I need many sets of clothes. After all, people like me will inevitably spend a lot of money on clothes. But, Mrs. Downer"

The person at the door seemed to have heard the noise and came over to open the door. The little boy White turned around and left in a hurry.

With his witcher's sense of smell, he also knew that only barrels containing fish and wine barrels would pass by on this road.

"Although I have nothing to do with her, this tailor's skills are really good. Even the patches can be made strong and beautiful!"

"It was a bit intense yesterday, Mentos."

Lan En could see clearly that the boy wanted to say hello several times along the way, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he still gave up.

But he soon laughed to himself, because few people would ask someone with a peep's eye to investigate what they wanted to know.

It seemed like it was a good thing for him to be free from small talk.

The boy seemed suddenly happy, "Good tailor? My mother is not. I know the best tailor in Oriden! I can take you there!"

The young man felt that he was not so nervous when he faced the monster for the first time.

The peasant woman went to the cabinet in the corner to look for sewing tools and asked Lan En.

"I have included your feedback in full, but please"

It is not difficult to imagine the efforts this peasant woman put into maintaining her family environment, even if there is no man in the family.

If you live in a big city, let alone the rent, exclusion and discrimination from others, and the resulting backlash.

He heard this sound in the pub last night.

Go forward on the boardwalk above the lake, walking in circles between the wooden houses.

Demon hunters have technical skills as detectives, but that does not prevent them from starving to death due to lack of jobs.

——A very real social fear.

That's White's mother.

The effect of simply infusing knowledge is extremely limited. It is a technique that requires Lan En to practice it, and then Mentos to make constant corrections to improve mastery.

"If you don't want to fight, being a detective is more than enough."

".Okay, sir."

"You knock on the door here, I'll leave first."

The smell of a fishing village is never pleasant, especially a primitive fishing and hunting village like this.

I have to appreciate the wisdom of my decision again.

"Haha, that's my son, my name is Donna."

"Come on now. Don't read me your rules and regulations!"

Skills such as [Bear School Swordsmanship] and [Riding Skills] all belong to this type.

[Surgery] is a practical skill, which is different from [Trace Detection] which is essentially the accumulation of knowledge and experience.

Because he had a clear conscience at that time and only wanted to win.

At least this kind of attentive service and free treatment is something you can't even think about.

"Well, a boy, he said he didn't know you."

"Woo-"
To be continued...