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After the demon hunter dealt with the day demon, he returned to the village.

No one is sleeping in the village tonight, and precious firewood and lamp oil are lit, just to give the panicked humans who have gathered together a sense of security.

The return of the witcher greatly inspired people's enthusiasm, and the villagers began to cheer and jump for joy.

But Lan En, who entered the village, did not stop to enjoy this rare highlight moment for mutants.

His calm expression did not waver at all, and he walked straight across the crowd towards the village elder's home.

After the villagers saw him like this, the cheers gradually decreased until they fell silent.

"Bang Bang Bang" knock on the door.

That was the sound of the iron nails on the leather gloves hitting the wooden door.

Lan En's steady and calm voice sounded after the knock on the door.

"Mutt, open the door. You should have figured out the identity of the woman you raped and killed two years ago, right? You should go over and give your baron an explanation."

A trembling tone came from the wooden door.

"Don't, don't be like this, Lan En, please have mercy."

"Lan En, you are a witcher. You are the one who hunts curses and witches. That woman, she cursed Sir, it’s all her fault, isn’t it? It was she who turned Sir into a funny water bird, not me”

“Witches who curse others deserve to die, don’t they?”

< p>The villagers looked in this direction under the lack of firelight. Lan En put one hand on the wooden door, but did not use direct violence.

"The Baron's curse was imposed by something in the Broklon forest. That woman just complained a few words and was heard. Your mother-in-law and you won't quarrel?" Is it her fault?"

"You said it too?" Inside the door, Mutt was still shouting tremblingly.

"You also said that the good things done by the green bitches in the forest were also influenced by me. They must have cursed me with vicious magic to make me do such things."

Lan En did not speak, and the atmosphere became unbearably silent.

After a long time, the demon hunter's emotionless voice sounded again.

"You think the factor that drove you to do this bestiality is magic. Mutt, I have seen a lot of people like you. They think that the world is full of vicious magic, and they can harbor evil intentions at any time. Wizards ready to curse the poor farmer but I know they are wrong."

"You are convinced of your ideas, but I know you are wrong."

< p>Lan En repeated it seriously.

“You like to make up a weird reason for your weird behavior, preferably magic, monsters and other reasons that sound dangerous, exciting and irresistible. In this way, you will look uncomfortable. So weird."

"So you guys.When you cheat, beat your wife, drink too much, steal, abandon your mother and father, or kill a pregnant beast with an axe, you will think of those strange evil stars in your mouth and feel that those things are the real monsters. You can relax and live calmly. ”

“Oh, damn it”

At the end of the sentence, Lan En even laughed out loud.

But there was no laughter at all. Pleasant and contagious

"Have you ever been on a long journey, Mutt?"

"It doesn't matter if you haven't, I'll tell you."

< p>The laughter gradually became low, and in the end, it turned into a cold statement.

"Even a gangster in his hometown will help travelers in trouble on the long road. Because helping others means helping yourself. The journey is difficult and full of hardships. The culture of helping each other can give them a little more hope of reaching their goals alive. This is an unwritten rule that has been born from the dead in the hundreds of years since human society has stabilized. rules. And you, Mut"

"You raped and killed a woman who had traveled a long way outside your village. "

"That woman came here just to complain to the magical forest. Her complaints turned into curses, and that was because the matter between her, the Baron, and the witcher had nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with your rape and murder of her."

"Bang"

Sawdust flew, mixed with the shrill screams of fear from humans.

Wearing a jeweled The big hand wearing a leather glove smashed through the wooden door of the village elder's house, and pulled him out by the collar.

"Have mercy, have mercy"

The nearly fifty-year-old village elder screamed like a chicken, and subconsciously tried to break Lan En's hand holding his collar.

But he could only hold the iron nails on his gloves. He left his own blood in vain, unable to make this big hand relax at all.

After pulling out Mutt, another woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the wooden door with only the door frame.

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She held a thick piece of firewood in her hand and was about to hit Lan En timidly.

The witcher didn't even look at her, just idle. The palm of his hand pinched her neck, and the advantage of her arm length prevented her from touching the demon hunter's body.

This is Mutt's wife, and Lan En also ate it last night. The mushroom soup she made.

The Witcher used his thumb and index finger to complete a twisting-like structure with only two fingers. His fingers suppressed the blood flow in the blood vessels in his neck. After four or five seconds, he began to roll his eyes and entered a semi-coma state caused by cerebral ischemia.

Lan En then let go of his hand and let the stunned woman fall to the ground to restore breathing and blood flow to her neck.

A properly controlled grip will not cause substantial damage to her, but it will not give her the ability to cause trouble again.

"Lan En Lan En"

The other handOn the ground, the village elder, who knew he couldn't escape, kept shouting to himself.

“Look at Liz, look at her. She is not young anymore. Our son is a white-eyed wolf. He has run away long ago. How can she live without me? She didn’t even hit you just now. Dare to use force, how can such a person live alone in this world?"

"Yes, I made a mistake two years ago and committed a crime, but Liz is innocent, right?"

"You ate the food she cooked last night, do you want her to die now?"

"Let me go, Lan En, please, that woman is already dead, I'm sorry for her , But you shouldn’t let another innocent woman die because of this, right?”

Mut twisted in Lan En’s hand while shouting at the top of his lungs, with sincerity in his tone, It seems that he is really a good husband who is thinking deeply about the future life of his old and gentle wife.

Although Liz on the ground was too weak to move, she still cried and raised her head, looking at the witcher's cat eyes with pleading eyes.

A dilemma.

Lan En sighed in his heart.

A classic choice is to punish the guilty or to care for the innocent people who depend on the guilty for their survival.

"Moral kidnapping, right?"

The young demon hunter muttered to himself, and a faint hot breath overflowed from the teeth in the corner of his mouth.

This seemed to be a sign of wavering in Mutt's eyes, and he had an expression of relief on his face.

But then, the expression froze.

"My morals don't even need you to kidnap, rape and murder those bastards"

A fist half as big as an ordinary person's head, from the side It hit Mutt's dull face directly

The cracking and breaking sound of the bones happened too fast and was wrapped in the flesh, so it made a dull sound, like a lot of celery being broken in one go. sound.

"Click"

The upper half of Mutt's face still maintained the frozen expression of relief just now.

And his entire jaw had been smashed and torn off by the huge punch force, and the nails on his gloves

The blood seemed to have been squeezed out from the bottom. It was like being squeezed out of a juice machine, spraying like crazy.

Currently, Mutt’s chin looks like a daytime demon.

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