The cleaning of the surrounding waters continued throughout the day.
Synchronized with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Oriden.
The combination of Lan En and Bernie expanded the safety range of the village fishery to the east by about five kilometers.
Nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword during this period.
Every hunting process was exactly the same as the first time. After landing on the beach, Bernie took the lead in tracking the traces, while Lan En observed this knowledge from behind.
After encountering the water ghost, the demon hunter was responsible for the force work. In the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the water ghost's body into pieces.
Twenty water ghosts gathered together are enough to massacre villages in Wellen.
But these water ghosts were simply scattered, and the five-headed group they saw for the first time was the largest wave, otherwise the young demon hunter would really have a headache.
When the sun was about to sink into Fike Lake, the two people returned to the village together.
When Bernie's boat just approached the village port, the fisherman and hunter raised his eyebrows.
"Hey." He whispered, motioning for the witcher sitting on the bow of the boat to turn around and look.
Under the dim light, the village port was crowded with people.
People who would normally go back to their homes or gather in a tavern at this time are gathering at the port.
Either weaving a fishing net absentmindedly, or sitting on a barrel and swinging one's legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco.
When people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one or two people put down their absent-minded tasks.
Immediately they swarmed up and looked into the boat with their heads stretched out.
Old Allen stood at the front.
“There are so many water ghost ears”
The stench and dirty blood couldn’t bother him at all, and his excited shouts attracted cheers from the crowd.
This was the first time in this world that Lan En was pushed ashore like a hero by the crowd.
Old Allen slapped the young man's shoulder leather armor hard.
"I didn't expect" He seemed a bit incoherent at this time.
"I really didn't expect what you said was true"
Even if Lan En has tried hard to contact them in a way that is in line with the local people's thinking, even if he has made preparations Even though the work has reached this point, people's distrust of witchers still exists.
This is caused by the racial atmosphere that has accumulated over the years.
But what does it matter now?
The young man responded happily to old Allen, and slapped the old man on the back with his leather-gloved palm, causing him to cough. .
But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.
Trust has been established.
Humanity's yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all groundless hatred and discrimination.
“Sorry, it’s reallySorry, Lan. "Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan En's ear during the cheers to ensure that he could hear clearly.
"For my sake, and for the doubts that the villagers of Oriden have about you, come on, friend, I have to buy you a big drink"
"Royal Vizima"
"Royal Vizima"
So the men and women in the village They all laughed and crowded into the small tavern.
The tavern was not big, so only a few candles were enough to illuminate it in the dark night.
On weekdays, this small restaurant with only a few fishermen hosting the scene ushered in a crowded and lively business day.
A few women even brought musical instruments from home, and Lan En heard it. The timbre of these instruments is similar to that of flutes.
The minor tune is cheerful and melodious, and it will not be annoying even if it is repeated continuously.
On the table, the young man drank a big mouthful of yellow Royal Wei. Zima Beer.
The fermentation of this beer is under the jurisdiction of professional brewmasters in Vizima, the capital of Temeria.
The timely addition of hops gives the perfect fermentation of alcohol. It added a touch of fresh sweetness and bitterness.
The young man smashed the half-empty wooden wine glass on the table and licked the foam from the corner of his mouth.
An intelligent voice came from inside my head.
“Sir, with all due respect. I never thought anyone would want to add honey to their beer."
"Mentos, shut up"
"Okay sir. ”
Zhi Nao follows the good advice.
How many times have I said something about stress response, can I call it a unique taste?
The interaction with Zhi Nao ended quickly, and I sat down Old Allen, who was opposite Lan En, was holding a glass of cheap home-made wine and pointed at the bartender to Lan En with a smile.
"Bill is brushing the right ear of the water ghost you brought back. ”
The young man followed his fingers and looked over. The bartender over there was not only brushing his ears, but also nailing the brushed ears to the wooden wall behind him with great interest.
"When I first walked in, Bill told me that from now on this pub would be called Water Ghost's Right Ear. "
Lan En raised his eyebrows, "What a pity, I can't collect his copyright fees from this name. "
Old Allen laughed loudly, drank all the wine in the glass in his hand, and then let out a long breath.
"Hey, I have to go back, this banquet is also open. Before long, the contents of Bill's barrel were almost drained. You can still catch a meal when you go back later. "
Lan En nodded indifferently and signaled Old Allen to help himself.
But the old man raised his buttocks, but seemed to have thought of something again, and sat down again with a tangled expression. He stretched his head and approached the young man.
"It's Lan En, can you please stop performing your fork trick in front of my wife?"
"Fork trick, you mean me. That time when I threw a fork at a mouse"
Standing stillBernie in the distance heard the word "trick" keenly. He sat down next to the two of them with a wine glass and wanted to have fun.
"What tricks are you talking about?"
At this time, the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.
Lan En chuckled and brought the wine glass to his mouth, but old Allen's expression was a little distorted.
"He threw a fork and stuck a mouse in it during dinner last night."
"That's it." Bernie suddenly curled his lips, as if he suddenly lost interest. . "I can do this, too. Although mice are slippery and petite, I can't do it if they get close."
Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.
"Yeah, you can do it too. But it won't be at dinner time, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house."
Bob Ni's mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lan En beside him.
The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.
The young people just shrugged.
"I thought that would be funny."
"I do think it's funny." Old Allen said with sadness written all over his face.
"If you have nothing to do, I can watch you throwing forks all day long, but don't do it in front of Xipona. She didn't even dare to come to the party today and even hung a rabbit on our bed. Feet."
"Hey, rabbit feet are useless against magic, curses and monsters," Lan En reminded kindly.
Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't this make her feel at ease?"
"You are a good person, Lan En. We have no reason." I'm so guarded against you."
The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En's drinking movement paused for a moment.
Bernie next to him didn't notice anything and also helped, "Indeed, Lan En, you are a decent person."
The slightly bitter beer felt in his mouth at this moment. Have a wonderful return.
The corners of the young man's mouth unconsciously raised a smile, "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."
"Haha, it's okay. Waiting for you to go back, eighteen water ghosts' right ears, eighteen Orens, we will pay in cash."
Lan En raised his wine glass and paid tribute to old Allen.
Old Allen got off the bench again and walked out of the tavern.
And in the corner of the tavern, a young voice passed through the layers of noise and was captured by the demon hunter's senses.
"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters and get money by swinging a sword? What's the difference between murderers and robbers?"
The voice was filled with resentment.
In the ears of the witcher, the corner of the tavern suddenly became quiet for a while because of these words.
But then, as if deliberately concealing the young voice, other voices in the corner began to talk and laugh loudly,Sing.
Except for this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a sentence.
Lan En pursed his lips. No one here could have imagined that the witcher's hearing would be so sharp.
He could stand up now and find out that young voice.
The villagers who regard him as a hero will definitely stand by him at this time.
But he sighed and did not do so.
Because he could tell that the young voice was named Little White.
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