Chapter 5 5. Attack!
With a "click", the cold silver sword cut off the head of the last evil ghost.
The bearded burly man carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oil cloth and put it back into the scabbard with an expressionless sound.
The monsters entrenched in this magical fog have been completely eliminated.
This mission was just like Bordon’s own expectation, effortless, easy and cost-effective.
Seventeen evil ghosts, if he were to kill them head-on. Then facing the crowd of monsters surrounding them, even this Bear School armor would not be able to withstand it.
The best case scenario is a slight injury.
And repairing the armor costs at least thirty orens, and the loss of the silver sword's blade costs ten orens. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.
In the job of a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.
But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.
After tightening the buckles of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering eyes and looked at his "apprentice".
He is now holding on to the already useless Wilen sword, gasping for air.
"Adjust your breathing." Bordon spoke in a commanding tone.
“Our feelings have been erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the body’s crisis instinct will still explode. Adrenaline surges and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies will Able to reply quickly."
There was no sweat on Lan En's lowered head, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.
This is the rare common sense teaching from this "teacher".
On weekdays, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he always only works hard on combat courses.
It seems that I did save him a lot of money this time.
Lan En was analyzing in his mind.
And when he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat, he raised his head. It turned into that expression like an ice cube again.
Like most people in this school of thought.
“Understood.”
He responded to the instructor’s teachings and made his already uneven breathing more obvious.
Then he consciously pulled out his hunting dagger and began to cut off the devil's ears. These were the mission credentials.
Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.
He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.
"This fog was not created by the fog monster, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits. Have we completed the commission for that village?"
Lan En cut off the piece with a "stab" sound. The evil ghost had long ears, and smelly blood splattered on the ground.
The fundamental intention of the village's commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magical mist has not been understood, let alone dispelled.
The monster is gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.
"It has nothing to do with us." Bordon said calmly.
"The corpse of the monster is the proof for us to collect the money. There are no monsters in this fog now. After we have finished the work, we need to collect the money. Children and old men are innocent."
After that, His eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.
"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even see it. Even holding the sword is slippery. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke even farmers know. It doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood. Also. If you were lucky, the second one took the initiative to put its head on the tip of your sword, leaving you to face a monster dragged down by a corpse, otherwise your sword-holding hand would have been torn alive.”
"I will give you another sword, but you owe me ten orens."
Ten orens.
Even if half of the plating of the Silver Sword of the Bear School was worn away, the repair cost would only be ten Oren!
What Lan En will probably get is just another cheap Willen sword.
Its market price is generally two to three orens.
But Lan En didn't care at all on his face and accepted the deal calmly.
Including the cost of the mutation potion, he actually owed his mentor more than four hundred orens.
In fact, this debt is the basis for Bordon to tie himself to him as a "pathfinder".
As for whether Lan En himself agrees or not? That doesn't really matter.
But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bordong, he would not only have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to bear loan sharks for the rest of his life.
Witchers live long lives, and there are few examples of physical decline with age.
Then Bordong's loan sharking is likely to weigh on Lan En for hundreds of years!
No one likes the feeling of owing money, especially Lan En. The sound of chopping meat and the sound of blood vessels bursting continued for a while.
The stench of monster blood spread far and wide.
Bordon has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including claws, liver, heart, etc.
But looking at his apprentice, he didn't even finish cutting off his ears.
The tinkling noise is endless, annoying the witcher's sharp senses.
"What are you dawdling about?"
The man asked emotionlessly, he didn't want to waste time.
The two of them have been in this fog for more than twenty minutes. Even with the witcher's resistance to poison, there is already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.
Lan Enze, who had his back turned to him, seemed to be still busy with something.
"I'm trying to fix the sword grid in Velen. I can't live without a weapon."
This is a perfectly normal statement.
No one dares to go out empty-handed in this world, because their life is too long.
But Bordon didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder and colder.
"I said, I will give you a handful. Now, immediately, get started."
The busy figure with his back turned to him first stopped, then lowered his head and nodded.
In front of Lan En, he didn't repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise by beating on the guard!
“Twenty-seven minutes can only be delayed until now.”
Compared to Bordon, Lan En’s body has just become a witcher, and his resistance to poison is even worse. The respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as being burned.
Now, there were two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.
But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.
“That’s enough.”
Standing up, facing his mentor who was already leaning against him and looking down at him, Lan En wiped away the blood redness under his nose.
"Teacher, we can go."
"Your sword." Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentice's cat eyes. "Have you repaired it?"
"You didn't teach me, so all my efforts just now were in vain."
Lan En answered simply, he looked at the instructor without avoiding it, The unwavering expression was exactly the same as Bordon's.
The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.
Lan En followed suit.
Walking out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.
The witcher's resistance to poison is very strong, but the body's desire for clean air is instinctive.
In the process of walking outside, Lane maintained a position difference one step behind Boldong.
He has been observing his teacher.
At the first breath of fresh air, even the Bear School, whose emotions were most severely obliterated, simply enjoyed the healthy air due to their instinctive reaction at this time.
But then came the second bite.
"H-Breathe. Huh!?"
As if sensing something from his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned at this moment.
This smell is. Someone is nearby!
Lan En took a step back silently.
Then "Whoosh!" *2
Two flying arrows hit Bordon’s face!
“Ha!!!”
Exhaling loudly, the bearded man looked as ferocious as a monster!
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