Berengar hated witchers.
Because he is fed up with the discrimination and suffering caused by his identity.
I’m tired of having to confront and kill monsters in the wild to earn money.
Not everyone is good at fighting, and not everyone can find joy in clashing swords. Some people just can't do this.
So he tried his best to hide his identity, even if he worked hard in Vizima, he still had to maintain an ordinary life.
His hatred for the witchers stems largely from the fact that he was handed over to the witchers from his parents like a slave.
From now on, I can no longer control my own destiny.
And today, he learned that he had worked for a group of slave traders.
He clearly sensed that there was something weird in that batch of goods, but because he didn’t want to cause trouble, he did it anyway.
The betrayal of his moral sense made him even want to vomit.
He has seen what slaves are like, and because of this, he can now clearly visualize in his mind what a group of children will look like.
Insulted, domesticated, lost dignity, and even lost recognition as a human being.
Like a dog, like he was when he was fucking mutated
Berengar stumbled away from Lan and threw himself at a tile.
He hammered the bricks with his bare hands, and while blood spattered, he suddenly pulled out a sharp steel sword
"You are investigating this matter, right"
The old demon hunter gritted his teeth and turned to ask Lan En, who was watching.
Two pairs of cat eyes face each other, one is calm and determined, the other is furious and bloodthirsty.
"Take me one."
When Lan En first met, he felt that Berengar's face was a bit long. At this time, he clenched his teeth furiously, and the muscles on both sides of his jaw The bones protrude.
A bit like a crazed baboon.
But even the strongest baboon cannot kill a warrior with a sword, and the people Berengar killed could probably form a large village.
"If you go out with a sword like this now, you will be beaten by the security forces and thrown into jail in less than an hour, or hacked to death on the spot. You are so angry that you are blinded, brother."
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A demon hunter who is over a hundred years old is talking to a demon hunter who is in his teenage years, but the younger one seems to be a veteran who is good at doing things.
Lan En crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame of Berengar's house.
The opponent's palm holding the sword hilt was still bleeding, but the opponent seemed not to feel it at all. Instead, he kept holding the sword hilt with a "crunching" sound.
"Now is the search stage before hunting monsters. You should be familiar with it, right? At this stage, the long sword is useless."
"Furthermore, you are starting from yourself People who run away from the profession. I'm not saying there's something wrong with your morality, because I don't think it's unforgivable to not want to be a witcher, but to be honest., I cannot trust your courage on the battlefield. ”
“You didn’t dare to face the monster’s minions, so you ran away from the profession of witcher, but do you dare to face the bright knife tips, arrows, and war hammers? The enemy’s power is huge. If You were frightened and ran away again when you were helping, which caused too much harm to us. "
"So"
Lan stood up from the door frame and shook his head at the panting Berengar.
"Forget this. Just do it, man. You gave me the information, but you didn't know enough when you were working for them. Just keep being your normal person. ”
After that, Lan En opened the door behind him and walked out.
This is a backward era, and human beings have a cruel way of survival because of the cruel environment. But at the same time, The ancient times also had simple morals that modern people could not understand.
Berengar's rage and regret about the slave trade did not conflict with his own low moral standards.
"It's a pity that if he wasn't a deserter, he would have had more helpers. ”
Putting on his hood, Lan En shook his head and walked deeper into the temple area.
Going to the big warehouse now is crowded, so it’s best to wait until nightfall. Again.
In the room behind him, Berengar's angry and annoyed expression did not ease at all.
He pulled out the sword from under the floor tiles he had broken. Sheathed the long sword, but did not put it back.
Instead, he took out a set of lightweight leather armor and inserted the leather strap of the medicine group.
He was working for a trafficker while he was half aware of the situation. When Berengar thought about the frightened and helpless young children buried in the timber he had carried,
His. His hands were shaking
His sense of morality was pricking his heart.
“People from the Wolf School always have this kind of burdensome thing. Vesemir, look at you. What have you been taught?”
Berengar spurned his own morals while preparing to wait until nightfall to rush to the large warehouse for shipping goods.
What he and Lan En were thinking Consistent.
Lan En has already said that the opponent's power is huge, so the key is to avoid detection.
Berengar's cat's eye seems to be filled with fire. .
He took out the whetstone and slowly began to polish the blade that had not been used for a long time.
Then he checked bottle by bottle to see if the magic potion on the strap was still usable. .
After finishing all the preparations, he put on his leather armor for combat, knelt on the ground, and entered a meditative state of adjustment.
Time flew quickly in the meditative state. Time passes.
Berengar opened his eyes at night, his vertical pupils glowing slightly in the darkness.
He is the hardest-working coolie in Vizima. , he knows the working rules of the warehousing market better than anyone else.
The little bear boy of the Bear School might wait until late at night to get over, but he was different.
He knew that this warehouse would be deserted after nine o'clock in the evening, except for urgent work and unloading under special circumstances.
"Come on."
Looking at the hut he earned as an ordinary person for the last time, Berengar gritted his teeth and walked out of the door.
If this matter is not resolved, every day in this cabin will be torture for the rest of his life.
The night in the temple area is still full of stench. In the chats of the ladies in the trading area, this smell is jokingly called the "stench of poverty" by them.
But anyone who has actually been to the temple area at night knows that the most unbearable thing about the temple area at night is by no means as simple as the stench.
The thief with a dagger climbed over the wall and entered the house, and he didn't mind making signs to the passing witnesses.
The gangsters were flexing their muscles and making loud noises. Except for the workers who wanted to save money for tomorrow, they all wanted to kick wild dogs when they passed by.
Berengar walked through the darkness, acting much more professionally than Lan did when he broke into the camp in Willen.
A demon hunter who is over a hundred years old, his experience alone is a huge wealth.
He may not be able to beat Lan En in a head-on battle because he has been out of battle for a long time and lacks talent, but he has these bits and pieces of skill reserves.
He is much stronger than the young witcher.
Berengar passed by the low buildings and climbed over the tall walls and arrived at the large warehouse in the temple area silently.
He has a good memory and knows exactly where he unloaded the goods five days ago.
Without this kind of memory, it would be impossible for him to memorize the hundreds of monster knowledge tomes in Kaer Morhen Fortress.
Turn left and right in the row of warehouse sheds, then stop.
The wolf sect demon hunter first looked around and found no one, then he knelt down and searched carefully.
At that time, all the piles of wood had been moved away, not even a scrap of wood was left.
Berengar was not surprised. After learning that the other party was powerful, he was still mentally prepared.
With his nose twitching, he tried hard to find the human scent he had smelled on this piece of land.
But then, there was a crisp sound of "pop"
A layer of golden magic shield shattered from his body, and what fell to the ground along with the magic fragments was Two crossbow arrows
Berengar has not fought for too long, and his neurological reactions have declined drastically.
It wasn't until the crossbow arrow hit the ground that he staggered due to the residual impact force and then suddenly pulled out his sword from behind.
But this is meaningless.
Two crossbow arrows coincidentally collided with Quen's seal and landed on the ground, but eight more arrows had already cut through the air and were heading towards him. Please remember to bookmark it. The latest and fastest website without anti-theft and free reading