Lane and Bernie still continue their daily work.
The young man thought about whether to persuade Little White in the tavern yesterday. His need for the petals of Baise Baise was not too urgent.
But then I thought about it. As long as you don’t enter the woods around the village, the road around the village is indeed safe, so I followed White’s work.
The two men once again searched for traces of monsters along the shore of Fike Lake.
At this time, Lan En was sitting on the bow of the boat. The heavy weight and armor made the draft of the bow a bit deeper than the stern of the boat where Bernie was sitting.
The young man was pressing his temples hard.
Last night was a Mentos Stirring Coke Bottle night.
After more than half a month of cooperative hunting, Lan En’s trace detection skills acquired from Bernie have reached a proficiency level of 87.
This proficiency, coupled with the extraordinary senses of the demon hunter, has actually made Lan En's retrieval ability beyond the limits that ordinary people can achieve.
Perhaps the knowledge about monsters is still poor without the guidance of a teacher. But in terms of tracking ability alone, he is definitely not at the bottom even among demon hunters.
With the calculation ability of Mentos, he can even replay what happened in a location within a week in his mind to a certain extent
Sherlock Holmes in That's all.
What concerns the young man most is the surgical skills that are related to his personal upgrade of force.
Because of the practice of water ghosts, swamp witches, and occasionally evil ghosts and ghouls, the proficiency of this skill has now soared to 55.
The numerical value may not seem large, but Lan En’s goal is not to become a reliable surgeon.
His primary goal is to perform surgery on himself and put the gene seed into his chest.
Stable technique, grasp of one's own organs, precise cutting and suturing
For Lan En's primary goal, this level of proficiency is actually enough.
"That is to say, the only thing left is the magic potion."
Lan En put down the hand that was rubbing his forehead and rubbed it on his face to stay awake.
At this moment, the sound of collision was heard from the bottom of the ship. The ship shook and then stabilized.
"We're here, let's start working. Tell me you didn't sleep last night, okay?"
Bernie jumped out of the boat first and began to adjust the docking posture of the boat.
"It's okay, that's enough, it's a tidal flat again." The young man muttered.
Yesterday on the road, Bernie told Lan in detail about the process of hunting a pack of wolves.
How he tracked, distinguished traces, lured, and divided the wolves, according to him, almost used up all his knowledge and ingenuity that time.
Because the atmosphere was very good at that time, he was very interesting in talking, so he talked in detail.
It doesn’t matter, Mentos’ solutionThe analysis prompts never stopped
When Lan En lay down at night, a full 20 points of proficiency came in all at once, and the feeling was really stronger than the first day.
The two have become very familiar with the cooperation.
Bernie held his hand on the hilt of the sword and squatted down to check the marks.
After taking off the bandage, he sewed himself a long leather glove out of leather. The gloves that had been scratched by the water ghost now became a pair again.
"This way, let's go."
After a while, Bernie's tracking skills led the two of them to find a group of monsters.
There is no swamp witch. Four water ghosts are picking up dead fish and crabs on the beach to eat.
Lan now deals with opponents of this level very neatly.
In less than two minutes, his silver sword was thrust into the mouth of the last water ghost, and the tip of the sword came out from the back of the head.
Then there was no more dissection of the body, and he just walked deep and shallow in the mud to find Bernie.
He can hardly let go of the monster material about the water ghost.
And if there are no strange deformities or lesions, the contribution of water ghosts to surgical skill proficiency has become very little.
"Let's go, wear heavy armor, I don't want to stay on the beach any longer now."
The soles of my feet stepped into the wet and sticky mud, Deeply trapped in it, this touch made the young man purse his lips in discomfort.
Bernie felt light all over and looked at Lan En teasingly as the two prepared to move to the next battlefield.
But at this moment, not far from the tidal flat, there was a sudden cry on the road that had turned into dry ground.
"Hey please wait a moment"
The sound was accompanied by the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground.
Lan En raised his eyebrows. These people were already very close, but with his own senses, he actually heard them at the same time as Bernie.
But looking at the environment, Lan En also felt that it was normal.
Willen is close to the sea, and the entire province is often windy. However, due to the difference in air temperature near the lake, the wind will be even stronger.
The smelly wind is now blowing the big trees on the shore, and coupled with the roar of the wind itself, even asking Mentos to block the noise is probably not effective.
The two waited for less than ten seconds before a decent young man with brown hair appeared in front of them riding a horse with the same hair color as his.
A smooth bearskin shawl, clothes with dense stitching, and a fur hat are a rich man.
As we all know, rich people are generally believed to be less likely to do bad things that involve violence.
So Lan En and Bernie were not too nervous at the moment.
"Two, thank you both for taking time to get closer to me."
It seemed that the wind was too strong, disrupting his breathing on the horse, and the decent young man gasped for breath. His tone and speech were stumbling.
But because of this, the smile on his face became more friendly.
Bernie saw that the witcher was still struggling with the mud on his boots, so he took a step forward.
“Okay my friend, you don’t have to get close, just stand there. If you meet someone who needs help on the road, you should help, because no one can say whether you will have such a day. But You also know that the world is not peaceful now, and we should be more vigilant. It is good for us. Yes, this distance is enough, I can hear what you say clearly."
To show friendliness and trustworthiness. , the decent young man controlled the horse and took two small steps back.
"Who says otherwise? First Meritelli was desecrated by cannibals, and now there is no news about the case of missing children. I understand your caution."
Decent young man The man smiled and tightened his bearskin shawl until it covered his chest.
"Please call me Willis, the son of a Novigrad merchant."
"I'm just here to ask for directions, no other intention."
"I walked all the way from Novigrad to the village of Lindenvale, which was considered to be in the territory of Willen, but my guide only took me there, and he contracted the disease and died. But my goal was the village of Burnt Wood. I heard that there was a A powerful witch doctor, I am here just for him."
The young man rubbed his nose and inadvertently revealed three shining golden rings with gems on his fingers, which greatly deepened his sense of origin. Novigrad’s credibility.
After all, everyone knows that the rich people there are really rich.
Bernie also believed most of the other party’s rhetoric, but he was still a little confused.
"Lindonville, where are you going from Novigrad to Burntwood Village? Can't you go directly to the inn at the crossroads? We are in the south of Willen, and Burntwood Village is in the northwest. This is bad "Also"
Lan En, who originally had no intention of asking passers-by, suddenly felt something was wrong.
Mentos captured this feeling keenly, and in an instant, the biological brain laid out several logical chains for reference.
His direction was too far off.
Didn’t he just enter Willen? Why did he know everything about what happened a few days ago?
Also, the sound of horse hooves just now was not just one horse
< p>What are the other people doingSuddenly palpitating, Lan En’s heart was beating wildly at this moment
There was no time to draw the sword from his back, Lan En stepped on the dirt, He didn't care at all that the huge force had completely buried the soles of his feet in the tidal flats.
Strode towards Bernie
"Quen"
There is no time to call the sigil auxiliary function, or even the secret knowledge of the Bear School .
At this moment, Lan En could only use the most traditional Quen seal and then block himself, who was blessed by the seal, in front of Bernie.
There was a "dang" sound.
It wasn’t until his instinctive reaction passed that Lan En discovered that his Quen Seal had broken and a crossbow arrow had blown away
But this was not enough and the other party’s horse hoofbeats were more than two horses
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There is someone else doing itWhere is that man?
A pair of cat eyes glanced around in an instant, but found nothing.
Until there was a sound of flesh falling into the muddy water from behind.
The pupils of the cat's eyes shrank sharply, and Lan En turned around sharply.
Bernie lay on his back with a confused face.
There was a crossbow bolt stuck in his belly
Not far away, a respectable young man who called himself Willis laughed and pulled out his sword from the side of the saddle.
His bearskin cape could no longer cover his chest.
A necklace of human hands slipped out of the shawl. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft