15.Village Elder

Mentos directly bypassed a series of permissions such as elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and opened a restriction for Lan En at the university level.

Sounds awesome.

But at this stage, neither Lan nor Mentos feel that this is of any use.

It’s just a restriction, and it’s not a direct pass. Zhinao’s computing power and operating permissions are still locked at the primary school level of the People’s Federation.

That is to say, in the future, the degree of completion of university-level courses may be better

Lan En will not think about this for the time being.

"So, you are the village elder of Oriden, Allen"

In the village tavern where the murder occurred, Lann patted the rain on his head and looked sideways. He nodded and asked.

Even though the outside of the house was covered by heavy rain and dark clouds, there was only one candle as lighting in the dim house, which barely illuminated half of the old man's body.

But Lan En’s lowered beast eyes still keenly captured a lot of details.

A typical northern farmer.

The face is numb from fatigue and full of wrinkles. There are thick calluses between the fingers, and the body is slightly deformed due to long-term and heavy labor, with one shoulder high and one shoulder low.

Even as a village elder, his economic level only allows him to wear a pair of pointed-toe soft leather boots and hold a pipe in his mouth than ordinary villagers.

"That's me. Bill, you are running a tavern. Don't stand there and pour a glass of water for the guests."

It was obvious that the old man didn't want to talk to Lan En at all.

But looking at the roaring bear head necklace around the young man's neck, he pursed his lips. Still can only sit at the same table with young people.

It’s just that even the buttocks sitting on the bench are only half solid, and there is a feeling of being ready to escape at any time.

"Sorry, Witcher. But we haven't sent out any commissions recently. I don't know what you are here for."

There are still a few villagers in the tavern, but Not long after Lan En entered, people immediately moved away from the young man's surroundings, staring at him warily and distantly.

It seems to be guarding against some source of disease infection.

The bartender named "Bill" even kept wiping his hands after putting down the water.

Lan En can feel people's disgust and fear, he has seen a lot.

Even though he has only been in this world for a short period of time, he clearly understands how morbid "racial hatred" that had no real sense in his previous life is in this world.

Vaguely, Lan En felt that this atmosphere was deliberately incited.

Although he has not read the history books here, there are too many cases that can be compared in his previous education.

As a result, Lan En felt even more pitiful and hateful about the villagers in front of him.

It’s shameful that they are so easily instigated.

It’s a pity that they may have lived a lifetime without any wisdom or recognition in the end.You don't realize that you are being "motivated".

"Of course, you didn't send a commission, and I didn't come here for the commission."

Lan En said calmly. In order to make people feel at ease, he always avoided using his own words. Look directly at each other with cat eyes.

His mind runs very fast after getting the Intelligent Brain, but it is also easy to run far away. At this time, he was trying hard to collect his thoughts. Of course, on the surface, ordinary people could not even feel the emotional change.

"What about you?"

Elder Allen asked hesitantly. The smell of cheap alcohol in his mouth made Lan En twitch his nose.

"Some time ago, a demon hunter wearing the same necklace as me killed two people here, right?"

The tone was still calm, but it suddenly attracted the attention of the tavern fierce reaction.

The crowd not far away became noisy, and their timid and hostile eyes were now cast with a hint of ferocity.

"He is here to cause trouble and want us to shut up in Jazz"

"We should take revenge because that mutant bastard killed two people here"

"He is alone, we can go together and throw him into the lake"

The villagers' whispers to each other were completely heard by Lan En, but in the young man's ears His expression was still calm.

At this time, Elder Allen's buttocks had completely left the bench, and he seemed to be ready to start.

But after all, he is a village elder, and he is more thoughtful than ordinary villagers.

"Witcher, we, we can't interfere with Lord Veserad's wanted order. There is no point in you coming here."

The old man wanted to avoid bloodshed. Make a last ditch effort.

Not because he loves peace and values ​​life. But in this era, it is difficult for every village to accept the injury or even death of young and strong labor force.

The vulnerability of smallholder economies.

With the secretion of adrenaline, the villagers' breathing gradually became heavier and they began to search for weapons that they thought were hidden.

Lan En also didn’t want to see bloodshed, so he raised his eyes for the first time after entering the room and glanced at the increasingly excited crowd.

Then, the emotional villagers felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads.

In a dim environment, the witcher's cat eyes will glow

This world has magic, but it is a rare thing. Therefore, it becomes even more mysterious and unpredictable, and cannot be accessed by a group of farmers.

A group of medieval farmers suddenly saw a man with glowing cat eyes.

The fear and shock even left them speechless for a moment.

"The demon hunter who killed people locally is dead, and I'm not here to put him out of trouble."

Lan En spoke to the village elders in calm to cold words dialogue.

He knows when to use his tone to maintain other people’s respect for him, and his escape and ease when talking to Mentos are hereThere is no trace at all.

“The Supreme Master of the Bear School heard about the evil deeds of Bordon, the murderer, here. He also heard about the importance of the local knights, so he activated the sacred tradition within the witcher. Send me to give him some compensation."

This is a lie.

Now there is not even a ghost left in Hainkawehe Castle, and there is still the Supreme Master of the Bear Sect

But Lan En has no regard for his own school, and even his own "hunting". There is no sense of identity as a devil. Therefore, there is no psychological burden at all in raising a big banner to deceive the uninformed villagers.

Old Allen hesitantly sat down again.

"Thank you very much. Bill, why are you in such a daze? This is a tavern. If I ask you to bring a glass of water, you will actually bring a glass of water and a glass of something flavorful."

Reprimanding The village bartender vented his fear, but old Allen became reserved again when he turned to face Lan En.

"I haven't asked for your name yet"

The young man was stunned for a moment at this question.

But then he answered smoothly and naturally "Lane of Sintra."

The full name of Bordon walking outside is Bordon of Sintra.

"Okay, Mr. Lane. But, I've never heard of a mutant witcher doing this."

The young man's answer was cold and irritable.

“Didn’t you listen to what I said? The local knight attaches great importance to Veserad as the lord of Velen. In order to have the power to work legally in this land in the future, we must take his own emotions into consideration. Do you think we will compensate for killing people anywhere?”

Compared to the previous conversation, Lan En’s tone at this time was even worse, but Old Allen immediately let go of most of his wariness.

The same goes for the villagers behind him.

Because this is in line with their world view.

Doing good deeds means losing money, and those who lose money should be resentful.

If a person is forced to arrange a loss-making errand on his head, his words should be unpleasant, which is normal.

Originally, the bartender was still reluctant and slowly poured his home brew into the wine glass, but now he walked towards Lan En with a full glass in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, it’s like this. May Meritelli bless you, Master Demon Hunter. We are just fishermen who have been fishing for generations and have little experience. Don’t be surprised by what just happened.”

"Bill, you idiot, don't use cheap horse urine to fool the guests. Serve your royal Vizima here."

Turning his head, Old Allen's tone suddenly became friendly and attentive.

"How many orens do you mean by compensation?"

Alan's old face immediately turned into a smile when facing Lan En, with a pipe in his mouth and his eyes scanning Lan En moved up and down his body, hoping to catch a bulging money bag, his hands rubbing together like flies.

But facing his smiling face, the young man's expression was unmoved. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So, Elder Allen. You can arrange meals and accommodation for me."

""

"Well"

Is there something wrong with this logic?

At this moment, Mentos said a meaningful "Oh" in Lan En's mind.

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