At the same moment when the screams sounded, Old Allen and the villagers of O'Riden shivered violently outside the woods.
The birds that lived in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, flapping their wings and flying away.
Lan En slowly walked out of the shade of the trees.
The tall figure is covered in thick and solid armor, and the first thing to appear in the shadow is the pair of glowing cat eyes.
If the villagers had not developed a good trust in the demon hunters in the past days, these unsophisticated farmers would probably shout "devil" and run away
p>But they didn't after all. Although they were breathing heavily and trembling, they were still concerned about Lan En and the missing child.
"Lan, Lan Enna"
Old Allen was the first to step forward, approaching the demon hunter walking out of the forest, and asked tentatively.
Although the young demon hunter was stained with hideous blood, he still nodded in response.
Old Allen was relieved when he saw this.
"The screams inside were so miserable, I thought you were crazy. How about anything?"
"I almost figured it out."
Lan En doesn’t really want to talk right now, so he keeps his words concise and to the point.
The village elder did not ask in detail, because he knew that his small fishing village was unable to get involved in what was going to happen next.
"What did you do with that cannibal?"
"I cut off the ligaments in both hands and left."
Old Allen's pupils shrank, he swallowed and smiled dryly.
"Ha, ha, you deserve it. A man with all his limbs and bleeding blood is in the forest. It's not surprising that his painful death turned him into a demon spirit."
< p> "Maybe, old Allen." Lan En's fingers gently wiped away the blood on his face.Those eyes were as cold as iron
“Many demon spirits will be born in this land soon, but it doesn’t matter.”
“At that time, I I'll be happy to kill them again."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want money."
Next, the villagers returned home, and old Allen went to the blacksmith with Lan En. shop.
Lan En handed over the Bear School steel sword behind him to Ivan.
This is the first time this sword has passed through Ivan's hands. During this time, he has only repaired Lan En's silver sword.
The blacksmith looked up at Lan En and Old Allen, who had calm faces. He pursed his lips, nodded without saying a word, and started working.
The atmosphere was dull, with only the sounds of sword sharpening wheels and furnace bellows surrounding the place.
Lan En took advantage of this time to put the more bulging little cloth bag into his alchemy leather bag.
This was the support Mrs. Downer gave him, the only thing she could give.
This frustrated woman continued to do the work that her son had not finished.
She put all kinds of alchemy ingredients she could into the small cloth bag, and then handed it to Lan En without saying a word.
Young people can’t help but answer.
So he could only stuff it into his leather bag harder and harder
The wear of the steel sword was not great, so Ivan quickly stopped working and solemnly put the sword in his hand. Return Lan En.
The young man turned around and left without stopping at all.
It wasn’t until Lan En left for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith shop breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh"
Unconsciously, this blacksmith who had been working beside the stove for more than ten years had sweat streaming from his forehead just by standing.
"What the hell, my heart was beating so fast just now"
Ivan muttered to himself as he held his hand on the work table.
Old Allen, who had been standing silently aside, knocked on his pipe and said quietly.
"You were frightened, Ivan."
"Being frightened to the point of being unable to move by a swooping griffin beast, and then being eaten. This is considered to be true for warriors everywhere. The Skellige Islands cannot be said to be an dishonorable death."
Ivan looked up in surprise.
"There is no gryphon beast here"
Halfway through his rebuttal, a pair of bone-cold cat eyes flashed through his mind.
Ivan compared the vertical pupils with the griffin beast, and it was hard to say which one he would rather face.
“It’s unbelievable, I’ve never seen Lan En with that expression.”
When Ivan described the demon hunter just now, he looked filled with fear and surprise. An expression that makes it difficult to speak.
Lane has a good reputation in Oriden.
Although he only upholds the basic qualities and habits of a college student from his hometown, he always says thank you or nods when receiving help.
I will give way to women and children, clear the debris blocking the road aside, etc.
But in the eyes of the villagers of Oriden, this is already an incredible education.
Otherwise, there would not have been rumors about "the son of a nobleman becoming a demon hunter in trouble".
But old Allen put the cleaned pipe into his arms and shook his head slightly.
"You know, Ivan. The better a person is, the more angry he will be when he is truly angered."
"Lan En, even though he has just arrived, When he was young, he had a face that would keep strangers away, and he looked smart and strong, but within a few days we all knew that he was really a knight who only appeared in storybooks and would draw his sword to help the weak. ”
“No one really cares about whether our group of fishermen are living well or not. Wesselad collects our taxes, but I bet that even he He doesn’t even care, how can there be such a person these days?”
“Yes, he can drink inferior home-brewed wine in the pub, play cards and joke with us idiots.He is a demon hunter, but look at his upbringing. Would anyone believe that he was born a commoner? No one believes it, but I don’t believe it.”
“Five days after he moved into our house, my wife was totally confused. Just throw away the words about witchers being mutants and witchers being filthy and filthy. Damn it, I have lived with her for decades, and she is not even willing to give up eating mushrooms for me."
"But, Ivan. Such a nice person is really angry now. ”
The old man pointed back with his hand, which was the path Lan En took when he left.
Old Allen looked at the blacksmith in his village, word by word, He said extremely seriously.
"There is no doubt that there will be a lot of blood, a lot, a lot of blood. ”
Three “a lot”, one heavier than the other, Ivan rolled his Adam’s apple with difficulty.
Lan came to Bernie’s side, this self-deprecating crow’s mouth The man is not awake yet, and his wife is taking care of him.
That is also a very typical middle-aged woman who has taken on a lot of labor tasks.
Lan En does not. Say more and get straight to the point.
“If he doesn’t have a fever tonight and tomorrow, rest will be enough. But if it starts to get hot."
The young man pursed his lips and took out a bottle of potion from the alchemical leather bag beside him.
The orange-red liquid gave off a hazy luster under the light.
The magic medicine swallow can significantly speed up the body's recovery
"I will leave you a mouthful of it, and then mix it with strong wine and give it to him. Maybe, I mean maybe he will drink it. Can survive. But even if he survives it, the toxicity of the witcher's potion will definitely cause him some side effects. Please use it with caution. ”
The woman wept, but didn’t say much. She just put away the potion and sat next to Bernie’s bed again.
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