Early the next morning, Poppy, whose fur was smooth and oily, was led out by the villagers.
Lan En stroked the horse's nose. He knew that this guy was given extra food last night.
Two brand-new long swords were already slung on their backs.
Ivan worked hard last night, and Bernie, as promised, contributed the best wood and fish skin to make a new scabbard.
From Lan En’s perspective, the scabbard alone was worth five Oren coins.
In the panic last night, O'Riden was able to appease the villagers thanks to Old Allen's disclosure of the information that Lan En would participate in the investigation.
In this era, it is only natural to shed blood for belief.
Because no one knows what trouble people who are overly excited will cause under their agitation.
The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, splashing mud and weeds. Lan En lay lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.
So even though Poppai was carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight, he was still running very happily.
In less than two hours, Midcops was already in sight.
Slowing down, Poppy walked into the village at a jog.
Lan's cat eyes looked down without leaving a trace. The villagers here were the same as Auriden's.
They have no intention of focusing on work, even if this job is related to whether they can make ends meet.
"Aha, you're finally here."
It was the same tavern, and Halberdier York greeted him at the door.
It seems that this place has been requisitioned as a temporary residence by more than a dozen sergeants.
"Chief Strenger has not sobered up yet. Others are repairing their equipment, and I was sent to receive you, Master."
Let York take it from him Poppy's reins were tied at the edge of the tavern.
Lan En’s nose twitched, the smell of alcohol here was really a bit choking.
"Thank you, just call me Lan En, York. Let's hurry up and take me to see the body first"
"Hey, I'm just here to receive you , let’s go.”
York smiled, held up his helmet, and walked in front with his halberd.
"We found an abandoned house on the edge of the village, and the body was parked there. You know the weather has been bad these days. To be honest, I have seen how good the witcher can be. You and your teacher, that old bastard, are the most powerful swordsmen I've ever seen, but I don't think you can find anything from a rotting corpse."
Lan En remained silent on this. manner.
He actually can't say much, because his current trace detection proficiency is only 19.
Although he thinks that his mutation is perfect, the effect of the witcher's senses is also good among witchers.
But the knowledge base about tracking is not even 20% of that of an ordinary hunter.
It is easy to be embarrassed if you speak too early.
But in York and LaneAs his footsteps got closer and closer to the outskirts of the village, Lan En sniffed and sighed.
The right hand went over the shoulder and touched the silver sword behind him.
"York."
"What"
The halberdiers were still leading the way carelessly.
"I guess you didn't leave enough light around the body, nor did you leave any manpower to look after it."
"Hey, how could you know?" York turned around, Only then did he see that Lan En had drawn out his silver sword.
His face and the hand holding the halberd suddenly tightened at the same time, "There is a monster"
The reaction is very fast, man.
Lan En looked at York in slight surprise and continued.
"The vaguely stinking corpse was not buried in the soil, nor was it burned, nor was it cared for. The ghouls loved this thing to death."
Waiting for York After reacting, Lan En had already activated his body and entered a charging posture in an instant. The transition between movement and stillness was as sudden as a ghost
"Fuck"
The halberdier cursed angrily and hurriedly Keep up.
Dunhan's case is of great importance, and there are few clues now. If the bodies of the victims are all destroyed, not even one of the soldiers in their team will be able to get through it
The distance was not far, and Lan En would not go wrong if he followed the scent.
After only two turns between the wooden houses in the village, a very dilapidated wooden house was revealed in front of us.
The pace kept moving, and the young man issued orders in his head.
"Mentos, block out the surrounding noise."
"Received, the noise filtering has been completed."
In an instant, except for the sound of my own footsteps, Lan En clearly heard the sound of twelve paws touching the ground in the room.
Ghouls are creatures that stand on all fours, and there are three of them in the cabin.
"Bang"
The wooden door was smashed into several large pieces by Lan En, and the wood chips flew out.
Before the monster in the room roared, Lan En, who used the sound to locate it with the help of Mentos, although his vision was obscured by sawdust, he made a decisive move and struck first
"Shuah "Ouch"
The bright silver sword left a crescent-like afterimage in mid-air. A ghoul's leg was severed from the hip joint by this blind sword strike.
Even if it is a monster, it should be destroyed now.
York, who rushed from behind, just like his cooperation with Lan En, held up his halberd and stabbed it out.
The lying ghoul was stabbed in the side by him, and his whole body was pushed against the wall.
At this time, the only surviving monster rushed towards the door behind Lan En like crazy, trying to escape.
Lan En did not push up to block the road. Instead, he turned sideways and opened the way to the door.
The ghoul's pace became a little faster.
But above the ghoul’s field of vision, invisible on all fours, Lan En had alreadyHolding the sword in his hand, he raised it above his head.
The monster brushed past Lan En's swinging clothes, but at the same time, a cold silver light fell from the sky.
The sound of "噌" sank directly into the ghoul's cervical vertebra
To stop the sword and turn sideways, in other swordsmanship, it only means changing the direction and changing the position. But in the swordsmanship of the Bear School, it represents a more powerful next blow
Spinning is a part of the accumulation of swordsmanship in the Bear School.
After a subtle "pop" sound, only the separated body of the monster rushed out of the door, causing a small puff of smoke and dust on the ground.
Lan En walked over to the ghoul whose leg was cut off at the beginning, stepped on its struggling and roaring body, and stabbed the occipital hole in the back of its head with a silver sword.
The tip of the sword penetrated directly from its mouth.
"Fuck the monster." York also pulled out his halberd from the ghoul's body with a depressed expression.
"It's over, now there's not even a body left."
Lan En's face didn't look good either.
But then I thought about it, is it not my fault that I couldn’t find the murderer?
Lan En was still a little worried that the outcome of the mission would affect his reputation.
Isn’t the service industry looking for a good reputation?
“”Mentos raised a question mark in his mind.
Lan En "What are you talking about? In high-level commissions, demon hunters are paid based on reputation, not in the service industry."
Mentos stopped talking.
But fighting against Zhinao is one thing. When it comes to the mission, Lan En is still very reliable.
York has retreated outside the house, and the ghoul's blood has filled the house with a stench.
He looked depressed and a little scared.
There is no doubt that the clue is gone.
This mission requires even the knights to take it seriously and directly dispatch a dozen cavalry formations. But the only clue was eaten by ghouls under their noses
He didn't even dare to think about how he would be punished after returning to the crow's nest.
"If the murderer cannot be caught, not only will the knight punish him, but even the benevolent Goddess Meritelli may become angry."
He is actually also a believer of the goddess Meritelli.
At this time, Lan En, who had come out for some air, patted the self-pitying Halberdier from behind and walked towards the house.
"Hey, if you want to collect money, you have to do something. Let me see if I can dig out any clues from this pile of kitchen waste."
York was overjoyed and looked forward to it. His eyes were cast on Lan En's back.
He looked at Lan En who walked into the room with admiration, and said to himself that the witcher was really awesome.
When he was a child, he played with cow dung at home, and when he grew up, he lived in a room where people who had built cesspits in military camps would not stay in. Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was actually still sniffing hard in it.
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