"The word profit for you is really interesting."
Not as a living person, on the contrary. The word only refers to him as a tool, like a sword, a pair of gloves, or a dung fork.
Everything that was once taken for granted in terms of personality and dignity was crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.
Lan En even chuckled at this.
But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.
Bordong could see it clearly, but he didn’t care at all.
He was almost dead, what else could he do
He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and he was even a little happy.
At the end of his life, the witcher experienced emotions again, so he had a strong conversation.
Every time he opened his mouth, blood would flow out with fragments of internal organs, and the blood would tangle his beard into an ugly mess.
But he still had no intention of stopping.
"What about you, Lan En, why do you want to kill me here?"
Bordong's mouth was bleeding while he smiled bloody.
"Please, don't say anything to get rid of my oppression and use. Look at your skills in the battle just now, Lan En. Precise, fast, and stable in the castle of the Bear School, Hai There are not many novice demon hunters in Enkawehe who can reach your level."
"To be honest, the speed of your progress scares me."
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"My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but death is far from good for you. Compared with the teaching and protection I give you, my negative effects are not worth the risk of you being killed by me. Risk, come and share life and death with me."
Bordon shook his head playfully.
"I'm about to die, but you should do your best anyway. Tell me why I was killed."
Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at Looking at his mentor, this extremely majestic man started to stutter even when he spoke.
"Do you remember why you are wanted, Bordon"
Two lives.
Bordon recalled it without much effort, because it was indeed not that far away in time.
That is, before Lan En completes his mutation.
In a tavern in a village, two drunken farmers came to provoke a despicable demon hunter, and then had two necks chopped off at once.
It’s hard for farmers with shit in their heads to understand that witchers endure their scorn and contempt because they want to make money safely, not because they are unable to resist.
Bordon has almost reached his limit. Due to the blood loss, his mind has begun to wander.
The only thing supporting him now is his desire for Lan En's answer.
"Just because of those two farmers"
The body was chilling, but Bordon just wanted to laugh.
Two farmers.
He once received commissions from nobles in a magnificent palace.
I also received tasks from mages in the dark and profound mage tower.
He has killed countless people and monsters in his life. He has traveled more roads and seen more world than the five generations of a farmer's family combined.
And now, the man who killed him tells him that you lost your life just because of two farmers
"Shit"
This is unreasonable .
This is unreasonable no matter how you think about it
But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile, and telling him clearly that this was the case.
"You just can't figure it out, right? They're just two farmers digging in the fields and stepping on cow dung. Why should I be filthy, rude, and despicable to fight you for life and death for them?" ”
Lan En approached Bordon with a smile.
"My teacher, before I completed my mutation and became the witcher that people shun, we had already appeared together in the rural woods of Willen, hadn't we"
"We met the respected village elders."
A finger was raised.
"We are on the road to rescue the merchants driving the carriages."
Two fingers were raised.
"We are also asking in many villages if there are commissions for hunting monsters."
Three fingers were raised.
"But is there ever a time, even just once, that people will ask the witcher, what is the relationship between the young man next to you and you?"
Lane in front of Bordon With a half-smile, he put all his fingers back into his palms and clenched them into fists.
“Not a single one, teacher.”
“Even if people try their best to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell the difference between them. Most of them were slanders based on ignorance and fear, but after they actually saw a young man being taken by a witcher, no one wanted to say a word."
"Even if they did. Just report this to the local lord."
"Of course I understand, no one wants to cause trouble, after all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous."
"Just when I was about to accept the reality, two farmers asked this question."
Lan En spread his hands with a helpless expression.
But Bordon, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.
The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like water droplets being baked on an iron plate.
Even the process of dissipation was explosive and shocking.
Now, there is only solemnity and seriousness on that delicate face.
That expression does not seem to be telling the story of two peasants. Even if the ballad about the emperor is played in the court, it will not be more different than it is now.Solemn.
Bordong's eyes widened in shock at this emotional turn.
"Two farmers, their feet were stained with cow dung and mud, their mouths smelled of cheap home-made wine, and their tongues were tied."
"But it was them , they were the only ones who held your shoulders in the tavern in Oriden, and then pointed at me and said, Maoyan, this is whose child you stole, you have to let him go, otherwise we will go to the Sheriff. ”
The two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other, and Bordon had never felt such a clear emotion of anger.
A grand anger
The apprentice pronounced the cause of his death to his teacher seriously, word for word.
“Then you cut them, so I decided to cut you.”
“I didn’t know them at all, and we didn’t even have a single conversation. But they said it for me. If you don't say anything, and pay the heaviest price, then I will collect debts for them. This is a self-evident truth in our area."
Bordon was stunned.
Like seeing the gods in the scriptures, or some kind of extinct monster, he was surprised by something he had never seen before and never believed in.
"Even if, you may die in my hands"
Lan En nodded calmly.
"Before I survive the mutation, I will hesitate, but after a narrow escape, yes, I will."
Bordong slowly lowered his head as if understanding.
The movements were so stiff that Lan En even thought he had died from excessive bleeding.
But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.
"You are not from this world, right? What Lan En sent you here was not a teleportation accident, but the intersection of heaven and earth."
The young man was startled when he heard this, but Then he regained his relaxed demeanor.
"Why do you say that?"
With no one else around, Lan En couldn't admit anything.
The emotion in Bordon's eyes was so frightening that Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in it.
Hate, yearning, jealousy and admiration
It has everything, but mixed together, it seems like there is nothing.
"Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that the variation of chivalry you believe in is a self-evident truth."
" Cherish life and value feelings. Hey, among you, have you never seen similar people fighting each other with your own eyes?"
Bordon's voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown land. distance.
Lan En replied calmly.
"We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years, four generations."
"Ha, I am one hundred and thirty years old this year. In less than a hundred years, we will be able to Keep the bloody truth away from your heads, it’s a damn beautiful world.”
Bordon smiled dryly and slowly lowered his head again. This time Lan En could tell clearly that his blood was really drained.
The question just now was the last strength of this demon hunter's life.
"Alchemy bag, with compartments. That's mine, a few storage rooms, some money. Go find them, repair this armor, give it to you."
The cat's eye begins Spreading out, Bordon's voice was as thin as a gossamer.
Lan En nodded calmly to show that he heard. "Why do you want to help me?"
"Help you, this is not helping you, Lan En, no"
"For enemies, our world has always cursed them to hell. And To you, you came down from a heaven."
"Now you are in hell."
"Lan, I curse you, my enemy in this world. Live a long and safe life. I curse my enemy for being able to uphold his morality and will."
In the end, the voice of a majestic man was so low that he could not even be heard.
"Because just living here, you will definitely feel the pain continuously. It's so interesting, hehe, hey."
Lan En, on the other hand, was calm from beginning to end. Looking at his teacher.
In this world where chaotic magic power is distributed in a staggered way, the activation of magic is unreasonable.
In a place where magic is disordered, perhaps a confession of love or a roar full of hatred can become a curse. It has the effect of a fairy tale.
Has Bordon's curse succeeded? After all, not far away, there is a mist of unknown origin and full of magic power.
Lan En hasn’t learned it yet, he doesn’t understand. But fortunately, he doesn't care either.
Hang your head, the pool of blood at your feet is so deep that it has gathered into a large area, and can even reflect the shadows of people and light.
The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and chuckled indifferently.
"Yes, teacher"
"I am already in hell."
Lan En stretched his body to his heart's content, then reached out and took off the tutor The roaring bear head necklace hung around his neck.
At this moment, a soft sound sounded in Lan En's brain.
It is an intelligent voice with a neutral tone.
It said, "Sir, the analysis has been completed." Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft