After strapping on the [Turbulent Stream], Lann’s steps became even heavier.
Despite the continuous operation of the Light Body Skill breathing technique, his footsteps, and the heat he emitted from carrying this sword, still made one think of a brown bear walking with its massive body supported by its paws.
——The weight of the body itself is intimidating.
When facing a creature far heavier than oneself, when such a creature approaches, the instinct alone is enough to make one feel flustered.
When Lann strapped this oversized sword on his back, the sword handle wrapped in linen white cloth protruded from his right shoulder, while the cold sharp tip swayed beside his left calf.
Just seeing this sword made it hard to imagine how it could be wielded.
Indeed, as Belengar said, even in knight stories, such unrealistic weapons haven’t appeared for a long time.
The young man was extremely pleased with a weapon beyond his expectations.
He didn’t try a slash first; after all, such a huge weapon was hard to wield within the academy. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI★Fire.net
Lann walked towards the headmaster’s office first.
The female warlock apprentices along the way had long gotten used to the presence of a Demon Hunter in an originally men-less academy, but every time they met Lann in the still spacious corridors,
they would pretend to be cramped and squeeze past him.
Margaret’s strict orders seemed useless, after all, she’s known for her kind and relaxed style throughout the academy.
The apprentices didn’t fear her like they did the former headmaster.
When Lann knocked on the solid oak door of the headmaster’s office and walked in, Margaret’s first words made him unable to hold back.
"Even though I don’t have a Demon Hunter’s nose, I can smell at least six different perfumes on you already, tsk tsk tsk..."
The blonde warlock sat relaxed against the back of the cashmere long chair, one hand draped over its edge, her long legs crossed elegantly.
In such a tension-filled pose, her not-so-conservative dress tried hard, but still revealed a lot of ’content’.
At this moment, Margaret was teasingly firing words and looks at Lann, who just entered.
"So why doesn’t a certain headmaster reflect on their lack of authority? Never seen a farmer’s fruit grow limbs and protect itself."
Good, the young man’s counterattack made that teasing face freeze instantly.
Maintaining the upper hand, not even glancing at Margaret, Lann walked past her to the desk, took off the big sword from his back, leaned it against the wall, and sat in the guest chair.
Like the young man who just entered, Tishaya didn’t look at Margaret either, making the current headmaster feel even more defeated.
"A very impressive sword."
While organizing the documents she just processed, Tishaya gave a polite compliment.
"Belengar’s craftsmanship speaks for itself, he’s only limited by his identity as a Demon Hunter and can’t take the blacksmith guild exam, otherwise the master level wouldn’t be difficult for him."
Similarly giving a polite response, Lann took out his Alchemy Pouch from his lower back.
"I mainly came for spatial equipment. Margaret mentioned it to you before, right? I always feel unprepared crossing the astral sphere, now that I have some Valerian Steel shares, I have a bit of confidence to purchase premium gear."
"I said you could use mine, but you don’t!"
Margaret complained on the side, but neither of them listened, making the current headmaster grit her teeth at Lann’s back.
She didn’t dare give such a look to her own teacher.
Tishaya continued organizing those seemingly already neat documents without turning her head, the Alchemy Pouch floated in mid-air by itself and flew over to her.
"Hmm, some sort of large creature’s scrap skin stitched together... You’ve maintained it well."
The former headmaster briefly examined the Alchemy Pouch, seemingly assessing if the material could withstand space expansion enchantment.
"It’s scrap skin from a stone lizard, stitched together from leftovers sold to merchants. Will it work?"
Lann asked straightforwardly.
He wasn’t even a warlock, let alone space expansion enchantments, which are considered advanced in warlock circles.
"It’ll work, the stone lizard leather’s magic conductivity is decent enough to serve as a base material for enchantment. Rita’s handbag is made from a silver stone lizard’s leather. She went to Toussaint specifically for it."
Mentioned in this context, possibly touching her favorite fashion topic, Margaret happily spoke.
"That handbag has been with me for almost twenty years. Recently, I’m thinking of swapping it with Yennefer. She has a handbag woven from banshee hair that looks quite tasteful."
Tishaya indifferently nodded.
Lann had heard of this female warlock from Yaden.
Yennefer, Margaret, Tishaya, the three of them, not wanting to involve themselves in complex political situations, were already good friends when Tishaya was still teaching the other two.
Just now, Mr. Lan, who thought of himself as having become rich, licked his lips and said nothing.
"The enchantment for space expansion will take two days. There are quite a few appointments ahead of you, but I’ll put yours first. Just come back here in two days to pick it up."
"I have no problem, thank you, Tishaya."
Lann took out a conical crystal from his Alchemy Pouch and kept it with him, leaving the pouch there, as it contained nothing important aside from that.
The former headmaster waved her hand, indicating it was no big deal.
"Thirty thousand Oren will be deducted from your future share profits, alright?"
"Of course, I should be paying for new equipment."
Tishaya agreed with a nod: "Indeed, even the closest partners must keep clear accounts, or a fallout is just around the corner."
Lann paused his movement of pocketing the conical crystal, sensing Tishaya’s underlying implication.
"Hmm... You want me to have my own financial team?"
Without much effort, Lann understood Tishaya’s underlying meaning.
"You should pay attention to your financial situation, after all, you now hold shares in a major business. You can’t rely on those managing business operations to conscientiously safeguard your interests, can you?"
"Airetusa is fine, at least Rita and I won’t be interested in your shares, but what about those under us handling specific business operations? They take what’s yours, yet it undermines the trust between us even though we never intended such actions."
Lann understood this easily, nodding with a furrowed brow.
"So the best method... is to avoid giving each other any chances to overreach among partners. It’s about caring for your collaborator."
"But you know my situation as well, I recently don’t have the time to find a trustworthy manager, the time over there is approaching. You’re also aware of how thin my network is."
Tishaya’s expression remained calm: "It’s not urgent, after all, this business is just starting, you have plenty of time to prepare, but you should keep it in mind."
"Alright, I’ll pay attention when I return."