Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1433 1405. Drugging workshop area!

The red-bearded dwarf is not on the invitation list for tonight's banquet. He is indeed the manager of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce, but this is not enough to win him a place at the Warlock Summit dinner.

At this time, he should have been waiting anxiously with his uncle, who was in charge of the Goss Willen branch of Giancardi Bank, to wait for the results of the meeting of the warlocks to be released.

And waiting for the outcome of this meeting is like a stone hitting the water, spreading waves to all aspects of the financial market.

They can only accept the changes and try to survive.

It's just that the relationship with Aretuza and Lan En makes Siledon feel much more relaxed compared to his banker uncle.

But at this time, when the moon was already at its zenith, the night was dark, and the banquet had gradually changed from the bustle of the climax to a calm one, Lan En saw Siledon in the academy.

Moreover, the red-bearded dwarf looked anxious and at a loss. Seeing Lan En's tall body was like seeing a guiding light or a life-saving straw!

"Oh! Oh my god! Lan En!"

He shouted, then quickly jumped up and down with his short legs, running closer.

Only then did Lan En realize in the dim light that not only was his face anxious, but he was also dressed in a mess, with a coat and jacket on top of his pajamas and robes.

"Why are you here, Siloton?"

Lan En was only surprised to see the dwarf for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked calmly.

"What happened?"

"Workshop District!" The dwarf shouted before he could reach the area. "I received news! Someone is going to attack the Workshop District! They also want to steal the formula of Valyrian Steel!"

The spittle he spurted flew into the air, and the dwarf's rich voice echoed in Arethusa's luxurious corridors.

The Workshop District is the main area of ​​Valyrian steel production.

Today, this steel with superior performance and the ability to be mass-produced and wholesale has become an unquestionable strategic material.

Lan En's own industry is still basically funded by the annual Valyrian Steel Chamber of Commerce dividends.

Even for Arethusa College, as of today, this is the largest cash flow in the college's income.

Not to mention, it is related to the most critical formula issue in the production process of Valyrian steel!

Tonight!

Everything is squeezed into tonight!

Gaoqiu Fort is expected to be stormed tonight! There is news that the workshop area will be attacked and robbed tonight! Vilgefortz almost blatantly stirred up the atmosphere of the banquet into this weird situation tonight!

Lan En's original plan was to spread influence through conversations tonight and ultimately influence the resolution of the wizard summit. Then, through the lofty and unique political influence of the northern wizards, the goal is achieved in a gentler and gentle manner.

But now it seems that he was too optimistic.

It was a big dark net, and several of its tentacles clearly wanted him to be distracted tonight.

His industry, his source of funds, his knights, and all his key nodes will be tested tonight.

There is no doubt that Lan En can also fully imagine that those in the dark have already calculated that if he does not personally appear in one of these far-flung places, then losses will definitely occur.

No matter what, part of his power and influence will be bloodyly cut off tonight!

This is the result of his running around.

And once he hears the news and really starts running around tonight, what will happen to the free Arethusa?

In just a moment, Lan En, who abandoned his previous optimism and began to think downwards towards the absurd current situation, had already sorted out several ideas with the help of Mentos.

Until then, Siledon had just trotted up to Lan En and gasped.

"What should we do, Lan En? What should we do now?"

"Where did you get the news?"

But when the red-bearded dwarf was in a state of confusion, the demon hunter calmly asked.

"Huh? What?"

The dwarf still feels a little confused.

"Oh! It's a captain I met in the Goos Velen City Defense Team. He accepted my motherfuck! Let's be honest! I gave him money to buy information! Buy services! Buy often! He can be regarded as a partner!"

"He just came to my door wearing a cloak. He told me mysteriously that something was wrong today, but they didn't dare to care! I threw him a bag of money and came over quickly!"

"Do you believe what he said? Also, how did you get into Aretuza?"

One after another, almost as soon as Siledon finished speaking, Lan En asked immediately.

This question confused the red-bearded dwarf. He stumbled and only answered the last question.

"Well, I took the carriage directly to the entrance of the academy, and then said yes, it was an urgent matter for the Valyrian Steel Merchant Guild, and the guard let me in."

Xi Le was stunned, but Lan En's thoughts were not confused at all.

At this time, his tense nerves and Mentos' calculation power made every clue clear!

"You have been messed up." Lan En leaned over and wiped a handful from Sileden's tangled red beard, then put it under his nose and smelled it, and said firmly.

"The spore powder of ghost mushrooms can make people uneasy." Liushen Wuzhu will become nervous, react violently, and believe in biased beliefs.

The strategy of using drugs to assist speech is easy to deal with ordinary people, even those who have been trained.

But that's not all

If it was normal, during the day, and Siledon came to the door by saying 'Business of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce', Aretuza might indeed have been admitted directly.

But what about now?

Welcome dinner for the Wizarding Summit! Big night! Siledon came in with just one mouth? No one even went to Margarita or Tissaya to inform them and ask for their opinions?

Lan En rubbed his fingers that were stained with spore powder.

Through this incident, Lan En can understand the potential situation of the two people in the dark.

They wanted Lan En to know that the industry and power under his name had suddenly suffered a severe impact and were in urgent need of support and suppression.

This was the key reason why he was so exhausted tonight, overwhelmed by the emergency situation, that he had no time to think.

And there was no doubt about it: Aretusari had their people.

At least there are a lot of them in the guard force tonight!

Lan En walked silently towards the direction from which Siledon came, and the red-bearded dwarf followed him blankly.

"What, what do you mean? I was drugged? I was cheated?"

As he said this, although his face was still agitated under the influence of the drug, he patted his chest and calmed down.

"It doesn't matter if you lie, it's better if you lie! Don't let anything happen to the workshop area and the formula!"

Lan En had a gloomy face. To him, the workshop area was just a bunch of houses and factories.

As long as the craftsmen inside are fine, he doesn't care, but the formula

Where did the paper recipe for Valyrian Steel come from? Anyone who is paying attention to the steel market now doesn’t know?

Today's Valyrian steel production and processing technology, the first one to recommend is the master witcher blacksmith who has come up with this technology!

They say they are looking for the formula, but actually they are looking for Berengar!

Halfway through the dark and dark corridor, Lan En suddenly stopped.

And Siledon, who was following behind him, was still mumbling: "Dare you give me false news? He used to make him vomit out what he ate from me! He scared me!"

"No, Siledon." Lan En, who stopped, turned his head, looked at an open window in the corridor, and said calmly, "They did this to ensure that you would come to me as soon as possible, but... the news It’s not fake.”

Hearing this, the dwarf weighed his feet and stood on the window sill with a stiff face, looking out.

The window in the corridor faced the city of Gos Velen, and on the edge of the city wall, a fiery red mist of light shone into the sky from bottom to top.

Siloton's mouth slowly opened.

The workshop area is filled with glowing red furnaces, steel, and molten iron, all day and night.

But those hot lights and fire lights should have been trapped under the ceiling of the building and not penetrated.

Xileden, who was in a state of ups and downs in mood, and whose mind had been affected by drugs, felt that he was sweating profusely, and his throat was suddenly so dry and swollen that he could not speak.

"Lan En! Lan En!"

His eyes were fixed on the flaming red base of the city wall as if he couldn't move away, but his hands were swaying to the side, as if trying to grab the corner of Lan En's clothes.

"We have to go over and save people! We have to go over and save people!"

He shouted subconsciously, almost in a trance.

"No." But Lan En calmly rejected him, leaned over and pulled his shoulders over, looking directly into his eyes. "It's up to you, Siloton."

"Me?" The red-bearded dwarf pointed at himself in astonishment, his wide eyes full of confusion.

He looked at Lan En, then turned to look at the red light outside the window.

"Yes, that's you." Lan En confirmed his question and added, "But it's not just you. Take it."

As he spoke, Lan En took out a metal rattle from his pocket and handed it to Sileden.

Siledon took it blankly.

This rattle didn't look surprising, but after the red-bearded dwarf got it, he felt an inexplicable gloomy atmosphere, as if this exquisite rattle had been soaked with the traces of time and decay.

"There is Gede in the workshop area, and Berengar is not a full-time craftsman who only knows how to wield a sword and not cut people."

"In this current situation, even if something happens in the workshop area, there won't be too many people making trouble inside, because their focus is not there. So..."

After handing the rattle to Siloden, Lan no longer looked toward the workshop area outside the window.

His face was calm, but his fingers reached to the neckline of the tight-fitting top that Margarita had selected and custom-made for him.

Like tearing up pieces of paper, with a 'stab' sound, he tore out a big hole in the strong collar.

The witcher twisted his neck from side to side as if freeing himself from restraints.

"Just go to the workshop area, Siloton. If you encounter danger, ring the bell, and then make it clear that I'm asking you to help. You just have to lead the way for the rest."