Bear School Astartes

Chapter 1025 - 1007: The Show Begins

Osenford University’s view on magic cannot be said to be wrong.

Chaos Magic Power inherently has a nature of frenzy and causing deformity.

In Tishaya’s research, she found that many people related to Chaos Magic Power did not become extraordinary mages but had their minds damaged or bones twisted by it.

Chattering and mystic village witches, imbeciles, and deformed people with incontinence mostly stem from this.

However, beyond its danger and difficulty in control, the development prospect of Chaos Magic Power is undeniable.

Lann’s research allows him to start customizing organs directly in today’s society, which is basically equivalent to medieval times.

And during the last war, the Niflgaard people were the first to showcase the potential of Chaos Magic Power in communication systems.

The development and strength of magic are undoubtedly more valued now.

Therefore, the ’decline of magic’ predicted by Osenford scholars is probably unlikely to happen.

"Thank you." Shanni smiled at Lann, "I think I will learn good alchemy from you guys."

Shanni is very smart, but undoubtedly, she currently lacks even a bit of an alchemy foundation.

So, she can’t involve herself in the current matters.

Lann walked to the table where Karkstan and Triss were sitting.

The table was already scattered with fabrics of various sizes.

Before walking over, Lann glanced at Karkstan and Triss’s expressions. They both looked normal, with just slight contemplation visible.

It seemed they weren’t stuck on any issues.

Thus, Lann understood that this magic cloak shouldn’t be too difficult for them.

"You’re here."

Triss said in a lively yet slightly mature voice.

Karkstan simply lifted his eyes, serving as a greeting.

"We can almost set the process; you come and see the effect."

The Alchemy Master got straight to the point and pulled a large piece from the pile of fabrics on the table.

This large piece of fabric wasn’t formed at all, lacking stitches and edges, and had no patterns or seams.

It was just a large hemp-like piece of material.

But Karkstan first, like performing magic, shook the fabric in front of Lann, showing both sides.

After indicating that it had no tricks or mysteries, he turned his wrist and draped the fabric over himself with a ’woosh’ sound.

Instantly, this Alchemy Master, whose face was almost ape-like yet had an ordinary human body size, changed dramatically in appearance!

Once he covered himself with the fabric completely, his whole body seemed to grow magically taller.

His 1.7-meter height shot up to about 2.3 or 2.4 meters!

Besides making a person’s stature appear taller, the cloak also seemed to have the effect of blocking light.

Ordinary cloaks can’t cast a shadow over the wearer’s face without obstructing the wearer’s own sight.

That would require a specific light angle to accomplish.

Generally speaking, if a shadow covers the upper half of a person’s face, the hood would already be big enough to be used as a mask.

But this cloak could make the wearer’s face completely dark.

Coupled with the enlarged physique, it exuded mystery and a sense of pressure.

"Cool~"

Lann couldn’t help but praise it.

"How much does this cost? It has the same function as my cloak!"

Indeed, Lann’s cloak also had the ability to cast shadows on his face, or else his face alone would be too conspicuous.

"For such a large piece of fabric, the cost is around fifteen crowns."

Karkstan explained smoothly, with the ease only a researcher who fully understood the technology would have.

"Lady Merigold and I used a potion soaking method to treat the fabric, so the cost is mainly in the Alchemy Potion. The fabric itself is just ordinary hemp."

Lann quickly analyzed the price; the cost was fifteen crowns, and he didn’t care about the profitability of such a cloak as long as it could confuse the market.

So selling it for seventeen crowns would be sufficient, with the profit sustaining the independent operation of the production workshop.

In Novigrad’s consumption range, this price was equivalent to a well-made, meticulously sewn premium coat.

For an alchemic magic item of little practical use, it was a typical price.

A charm that suppressed stomach acid reflux was about the same price.

"Here’s the potion formula."

Triss handed Lann a small piece of parchment across the table.

After receiving the parchment piece, Lann lightly flicked his fingers, producing a crisp ’snap’ sound.

He smiled: "The last piece of the puzzle is complete... we can go on stage and perform now."

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Lady Irena’s troupe had quite the reputation, touring all the way from the North’s Kovir to Novigrad.

Not every show was packed, but audiences generally praised it after watching.

This steadily and firmly increased the troupe’s reputation.

Irena Renard was not only the de facto leader of the troupe but also its most skilled performer, gaining considerable fame in the art field... at least that’s what Dandelion said.

"We added a bit of a love element in the story."

Watching the frantic hustle and bustle of troupe members on and off the stage, Dandelion spoke with a touch of pride to Lann beside him.

This was on a street south of Novigrad’s Master’s Square, originally a sizable slaughterhouse with nearly ten butchers handling pigs, cattle, and sheep.

The ground was soaked mud, and despite the site being transferred to the troupe two months ago, the stench of decayed blood from the slaughterhouse still lingered.

But there was little to complain about, as a touring troupe having such a large space was already nice; they had seen worse.

And considering the troupe’s audience, this place was evidently acceptable to them.

Lady Irena’s troupe was not high-end enough to perform for the nobles and elites.

"A love story? Don’t mess with me, Dandelion!"

Handing the expedited finished cloak from Karkstan to Dandelion, Lann anxiously warned the poet.

Damn, the situation was so urgent and serious back then, and you added a love story?

"You don’t understand, Lann."

Dandelion casually remarked as he took the hastily made cloak intended as a performance prop.

"You have to add some love story. The more urgent and dangerous the situation, the more precious and pure the love seems, got it?"

"Don’t worry, everyone will love it. Love stories in turbulent times remain an everlasting theme even after hundreds of years."

"I’m not too well-versed with playwrights... but can you tell me who the heroine of this love story is?"

"Hmm? You don’t know?"

Dandelion had a peculiar expression, as if the question was silly or Lann was pretending to be clueless.

"Of course, it’s Ms. Tishaya de Veris, one of the participants at Sodden Mountain!"