5. Attack!

With a "click" sound, the cold silver sword cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

The bearded burly man carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oil cloth and put it back into the scabbard with an expressionless sound.

The monsters entrenched in this magical fog have been completely eliminated.

This mission was just like Bordon’s own expectation, effortless, easy and cost-effective.

Seventeen ghosts, if he were to kill them head-on. Then facing the crowd of monsters surrounding them, even this Bear School armor would not be able to withstand it.

The best case scenario is a slight injury.

And repairing the armor costs at least thirty orens, and the blade of the silver sword costs ten orens to wear out. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

As a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.

But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

Tightening the buckle of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering cat eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

He is now holding on to the already useless Wilen sword, gasping for air.

"Adjust your breathing." Bordon spoke in a commanding tone.

“Our feelings are erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the body’s crisis instinct will still explode. Adrenaline surges and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies You can reply quickly."

There was no sweat on Lan En's lowered head, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.

This is the rare common sense teaching from this "teacher".

On weekdays, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he always only works hard on combat courses.

It seems that I did save him a lot of money this time.

Lan En was analyzing in his mind.

And when he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat, he raised his head. It turned into that expression like ice cubes again.

Like most people in this school of thought.

"Understood."

He responded to the instructor's teachings and made his already uneven breathing more obvious.

Then he consciously took out his hunting dagger and started to cut off the devil’s ears. These were the mission credentials.

Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.

He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.

"This fog was not created by the fog monster, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits. Have we completed the commission for that village?"

Lan En cut it with a "stab!" An evil ghost had long ears, and smelly blood splashed on the ground.

The fundamental intention of the village’s commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magic mist has not been clarified, let alonedisperse.

The monsters are gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

"It has nothing to do with us." Bordon said calmly.

"The corpse of the monster is our proof of receiving money. There are no monsters in this fog now. After we have finished the work, we need to collect the money. Children and old men are innocent."

said Then, his eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.

"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even see it. Even holding the sword is slippery. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke that even farmers know. It doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood." That is to say, you are lucky, and the second one takes the initiative to put its head on the tip of your sword, so that you only have to face a monster dragged down by a corpse, otherwise your sword hand would have been torn alive."

"I will give you another sword, but you owe me ten orens."

Ten orens.

Even if half of the plating of the Silver Sword of the Bear School is worn away, the repair cost will only be ten Orens

And what Lan En will get is probably just another sword. Cheap Velen sword.

Its market price is generally two to three orens.

But Lan En didn’t care at all and accepted the deal calmly.

Including the cost of the mutation potion, he actually owed his mentor more than four hundred orens.

In fact, this debt was the basis for Bordon to tie himself to his side as a "pathfinder".

It doesn’t really matter whether Lan En himself agrees or not.

But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bordon, he would not only have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to bear the burden of loan sharks for the rest of his life.

Witchers live long lives, and there are few examples of physical decline with age.

Then Bordong’s loan sharking is likely to weigh on Lan En for hundreds of years

No one likes the feeling of owing money, especially Lan En.

The sound of chopping meat and the sound of blood vessels bursting lasted for a while.

The stench of monster blood spread far and wide.

Bordon has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including claws, liver, heart, etc.

But on the other hand, his apprentice did not even finish cutting off his ears.

The tinkling noise was endless, annoying the witcher's keen senses.

"What are you dawdling about?"

The man asked emotionlessly, he didn't want to waste time.

The two of them have been in this fog for more than 20 minutes. Even with the witcher's resistance to poison, there is already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.

Lan Enze, who had his back turned to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

"I'm trying to fix the sword grid in Velen. I can't live without a weapon."

This is a perfectly normal statement.

No one dares to do this in this placeIf you go out empty-handed, your life will be too long.

But Bordon didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder and colder.

"I said, I will give you a handful. Now, immediately, get started."

The busy figure with his back turned to him first stopped, then lowered his head and nodded. Quite a bit.

In front of Lan En, he didn’t repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise on the guard.

“Twenty-seven minutes can only be delayed until now. ”

Compared to Bordon, Lan En’s body has just become a witcher, and his resistance to poison is even worse. His respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as being roasted by fire.

Now, there are two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

"That's enough."

Rising up, Lan En wiped away the blood under his nose, facing his mentor who was already leaning against him and looking down at him.

"Teacher, we can go."

"Your sword." Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentice's cat eyes. "Have you fixed it?"

"You didn't teach me, so my efforts just now were in vain."

Lan En answered simply, and he looked at the instructor without hesitation. , that unwavering expression is exactly the same as Bordon.

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.

Lan En followed suit.

As they walked outside the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.

The witcher's resistance to poison is very strong, but the body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

In the process of walking outside, Lane maintained a position gap one step behind Boldong.

He has been observing his teacher.

At the first breath of fresh air, even the Bear School, whose emotions were most severely obliterated, simply enjoyed the healthy air due to their instinctive reaction at this time.

But the second bite followed.

"Breathe"

As if he noticed something from his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned at this moment.

This smell means someone is nearby

Lan En took a step back silently.

Following "Whoosh" 2

Two flying arrows hit Bordon's face

"Ha"