"Why do you think so, Master?"
Mrs. Downer first looked back at Lan En in surprise, and then seemed to understand something, and once again let out a cheerful and teasing laugh.
"I understand, I understand, is your expression showing guilt?" Donna asked with a smile. "I feel guilty for the demon hunter who killed my husband and is in the same school as you"
The young man opened his mouth, but Mrs. Donner laughed heartily again before he could speak.
“Ouch, for the sake of the plague, don’t make such an expression.”
“Killing people must be punished with their lives, but the man in my family is an out-and-out The drunkard is usually as fierce as a water ghost, and he doesn’t work much. To be honest, he is not as good as his family, and maybe it’s better.”
“You want to hear the sad story from me. But no, it has nothing to do with the drunkard in my family."
Mrs. Donna waved her wrinkled hands nonchalantly in the air.
"Oh, yes, that's it." Lan En's upbringing made him feel that he should not talk about the deceased. Now that the family members said this, he still felt a little embarrassed.
"Haha, having said that, I really didn’t expect that the life of a demon hunter is so different from that of ordinary farmers like us. Judging from your appearance, you must have been from a decent and wealthy family before you became a demon hunter. "
After she finished speaking, the cheerful smile on her face faded for the first time, and was replaced by an expression that Lan En couldn't understand.
It was a calm and gentle expression.
What does that expression mean? Lan En asked in his mind, but Mentos couldn't answer.
"I am being despised, and I am doing more work than a woman's body can do." Donna said softly, "But this is life in the village."
"In the village I can’t afford to be a burden. To be honest, I’m glad that I can still be disliked here and still have work to do. I’m also grateful to the villagers and elders, because this can at least support me. My child."
In a soft tone, Mrs. Donna actually doesn't have the strength to speak confidently now.
But these words were like thunder in Lan En's ears
He suddenly felt that Mrs. Donner, this peasant woman who was already showing signs of aging, was beautiful.
This kind of beauty has nothing to do with the abnormally strong hormones of adolescent demon hunters. It is a kind of high-spirited beauty that faces the cruelty of life, accepts challenges gladly, and is determined to fight to the end.
Lan En feels that he will remember this beauty for the rest of his life.
The tear in the cotton armor cover is indeed not big, just very scattered. Just as Lan En expected, with Mrs. Downer's craftsmanship, it was completed in less than twenty minutes.
Stepping out of the door, Lan En walked on the boardwalk with his eyes lowered.
"Actually, there are a lot of things wrong with what she said, right?"
The communication in the mind began. The person Lan En can confide his feelings to in this world is currentlyOnly one.
"Yes sir." Maybe it was an illusion, Lan En felt that Mentos's voice was softer than usual at this time.
“There was a vicious alcoholic husband, but there was no trace of violence in the house. On the day her husband was killed, her feet were still stained with cow dung and soil from the farmland, but she said that her husband was lazy and unwilling to work. There are a lot of doubts.”
But the purpose is very simple
She doesn’t want Lan En to bear the guilt that doesn’t belong to him.
Even if she spoke ill of her husband to Lan En in private, she did not want the young man to live with guilt.
He is a very good person.
And it was for this kind of person that he returned to Oriden.
Energetic, Lan En returned to the blacksmith shop without stopping. Just in time, Ivan was sharpening the newly plated silver on the stone wheel.
In less than two minutes, the young man had two long swords on his back again.
It was noon, Lan En took Bernie and set sail.
Both of them carried a sandwich consisting of bread, salted fish, and pickles for lunch.
"I always feel that you are very motivated today"
Bernie at the stern was biting into a salted fish sandwich and steering the helm, looking at Lan En in slight surprise.
Lan Enze, who was sitting in the bow of the boat, had already finished his lunch in three or two bites and was currently checking the buckles on his armor and boots one by one.
"I still need a lot of water ghosts to practice, Bernie. We can go west today, and if we are lucky, we may even encounter a water ghost nest."
"You are the leader. , I have no objection.”
Bernie shrugged indifferently.
After last night’s drinking, he now doesn’t care much about the little catch he loses every day.
Perhaps it was Lan En's enthusiasm that infected Bernie. His boat ride was very fast today.
Not long after walking along the shore of Fike Lake, they reached their first tracking point.
It is very different from the muddy tidal flat yesterday. The terrain along the coast here is dense woods.
The thick trees can almost expose their root systems on the river bank.
Lan En made a "tsk" sound of unknown meaning.
The woods are a bit limiting as a combat environment, but at the same time, Bernie is bound to demonstrate novel tracking knowledge in the woods. This makes Lan En feel a little bit love-hate.
“The number of fish here is also very good.” Bernie said while steering the boat to slow down.
"Go ashore and walk northwest for a while, and you will find Midcops. There is also a famous local blacksmith there, maybe you will be interested."
"Forget it." Lan En's expression was dull.
Ivan’s craftsmanship has revealed the level of craftsmanship in the land of Velen.
A well-known local blacksmith is probably at the same level as Ivan, and is still far from the master level.
Bernie shrugged, wiped the crumbs off his hands, and put on his trousers again.Leather gloves, tied with straps.
With a "crash", the two jumped out of the boat together and walked towards the woods on the river bank.
Bernie consciously walked in front and was responsible for tracking the traces.
"I said Lan En, will water ghosts still build nests in the woods?"
He is a hunter, but he has no understanding of monster habits, so he has this question.
Although Lan En "took the initiative" to start teaching before the instructor finished teaching, he had been taught at least.
He slowly pulled out the Silver Sword of the Bear School with a "clunk" sound, instead of holding the hilt of the sword to the side of his face as usual.
Instead, the hands hang down naturally to hold the sword hilt, with the sword tip facing back and the entire sword body kept to the right side.
Every time you move, you put your center of gravity on your toes, and your steps are light and steady.
This is not a state of active attack, but a posture for quick reaction.
“Water ghosts are amphibious creatures, and their only requirement for nesting is near water. Whether it is tidal flats, woods, or even farmland, it doesn’t matter to them.”
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The two of them chatted together, mainly for the sake of this Relieve tension in the opaque woods.
The woods of Willen are full of dangers. Wild dogs, wolves, and brown bears are just ordinary animals, but more dangerous monsters also like to lurk in them.
Coupled with the good sound-absorbing ability of leaves and wood, once a person enters the woods for about thirty meters, even his death screams will not be heard outside the woods.
Imagine it, only thirty meters away, a few seconds on flat ground.
You are being eaten by monsters, but the passers-by outside cannot even hear you.
So the Willen people are used to calling the woods "green swamps".
The two were still moving forward. According to Bernie, "because they were in the woods, the scales and footprints of the water ghost were more abrupt and easy to identify."
But when the two of them really got close to the group of water ghosts, the woods still shocked them.
Bernie should have let them face the group of water ghosts directly, and then slowly approached after confirming the situation.
But after losing clues several times and finding them again, they did see the water ghost
But when they saw it, the water ghost was right next to them. Less than ten meters away
I almost touched him sideways
Fortunately, Bernie was an old hunter, and his movements in the woods were light and quiet, so he was not attacked by the water ghost. I took my place.
Lan En and Bernie looked at each other, and Bernie was so scared that his lips trembled.
It is impossible to see the situation of the water ghost group from this distance, but it is completely unrealistic for the two of them to move their positions.
Fighting a battle without intelligence is a taboo for witchers.
Reality is not a game, monsters will not act according toLevel distribution, the witcher will face death if he makes the slightest mistake.
When an ordinary witcher encounters the current situation, he can probably declare that his career is over.
Lan En doesn’t have a useful “apprentice” to protect him from thunder.
"Tsk." But in this case, the young man just smacked his tongue slightly.
Originally, with his current trace detection proficiency of 13, if he had been able to check and fill in the gaps for Bernie, he would not have reached this stage.
But on the road just now, his main focus was on warning of dangers and observing Bernie's skills.
"Nothing to do, Mentos." Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the water ghost beside him who was chewing something unknown.
"At your service, sir."
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