Chapter 10 10. Anger and analysis completed
“Profit for you? This word is really interesting.”
Not treating him as a living person, on the contrary. This word only refers to him as a tool, just like a sword, a pair of gloves, and a dung fork.
Personality, dignity. Everything we once took for granted has been crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.
Lan En even chuckled at this.
But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.
Bordon could see it clearly, but he didn’t care at all.
He is almost dead, what else can he do?
He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and even a little happy.
At the end of his life, the witcher experienced emotions again, so he had a strong conversation.
Every time he opened his mouth, blood would flow out with fragments of internal organs, and the blood would tangle his beard into an ugly mess.
But he still had no intention of stopping.
"What about you, Lan En? Why do you want to kill me here?"
Bordong's mouth was bleeding while he smiled bloody.
“Please, don’t say anything about ‘getting rid of my oppression and use’. Look at your skills in the battle just now, Lan En. Precision, speed, stability. In the castle of the Bear School , there are not many novice demon hunters in Hainkawehe who have been fully trained to be as good as you are!”
"To be honest, the speed of your progress scares me."
"My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but death? It's far behind for you! Compared to the teachings I gave you , Protection, my negative effects are not worth the risk of being killed by you to share life and death with me."
Bordong shook his head playfully.
"I'm about to die, but you should do your best anyway. Tell me, why was I killed?"
Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at His mentor, now this extremely majestic man, even started to stutter when he spoke.
"Do you remember why you are wanted, Bordon?"
Two lives.
Bordon recalled it without much effort, because it was indeed not that far away in time.
That is, before Lan En completed his mutation.
In a tavern in a village, two drunken farmers came to provoke a despicable demon hunter, and then had two necks chopped off at once.
Farmers with shit in their heads just can't understand that witchers endure their scorn and contempt because they want to make money safely, not because they are unable to resist.
Bordon has almost reached his limit. Due to blood loss, his mind has begun to wander.
The only thing supporting him now is his desire for Lan En's answer.
"Is it because of those two farmers?"
His body was chilling, but Bordon just wanted to laugh.
Two farmers.
He once received commissions from nobles in a magnificent palace.
I also received tasks from mages in the dark and profound mage tower.
He has killed countless people and monsters in his life. The roads he has traveled and the world he has seen are even more than the five generations of a farmer's family combined.
And now, the person who killed him told him - you lost your life just because of two farmers!
"Shit!"
That doesn't make sense.
No matter how you think about it, this is unreasonable!
But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile, and telling him clearly - that's what happened.
"You just can't figure it out, can you? They are just two farmers digging in the fields with cow dung on their feet. They are dirty, rude and despicable. Why should I be asked to share it with you for them? Life or death?”
Lan En smiled and moved closer to Bordon.
“My teacher, before I completed my mutation and became the witcher that people shun, we had already appeared together in the rural woods of Willen, weren’t we?”
"We met the respected village elders."
A finger was raised.
“We rescue the merchants driving their carriages on the road.”
Two fingers raised.
“We are also asking in many villages if there are commissions for hunting monsters.”
Three fingers were raised.
"But has there ever been a time, even just once, when people have asked, 'Witcher, what is the relationship between this young man next to you and you?'"
Lane in Bordon There was a half-smile before his eyes, and he put all his fingers back into his palms and clenched them into fists.
"There is none, teacher."
"Even if people do everything they can to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell that most of them are due to ignorance and fear. But after they actually saw a young man who was taken by a demon hunter, no one wanted to say a word."
"What if they just informed the local lord? Not even this."
"Of course I understand that no one wants to make trouble. After all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous. But..."
"I have to accept it myself. In reality, there were two farmers and they asked this question.”
Lan En spread his hands with a helpless expression.
But Bordon, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.
The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like water droplets being baked on an iron plate.
Even the process of dissipation was explosive and shocking.
Now, there is only solemnity and seriousness on that delicate face. The expression did not seem to be telling the story of two peasants, and even playing a ballad about an emperor in the court would not be more solemn than it was now.
Bordon's eyes widened in the shock of this emotional turn.
“Two farmers, their feet were stained with cow dung and mud, their mouths exuded the stench of cheap homemade wine, and even their tongues were tied.”
“But they were the only ones. There were them, holding you by the shoulders in the tavern in Oriden, and pointing at me and saying, 'Maoyan, whose child did you steal? You have to let him go, or we'll go to the Sheriff.' "
The two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other, and Bordon had never felt such a clear emotion - anger.
A grand rage!
The apprentice pronounced the cause of his death to his teacher carefully and carefully.
“Then you cut them, so I decided to cut you.”
“I didn’t know them at all, and we didn’t even talk to each other. But they spoke for me. , and paid the heaviest price. Then I will collect debts for them. This is a self-evident truth in our area."
Bordon was stunned.
Like seeing a god from the scriptures, or some kind of extinct monster, he was surprised by something he had never seen before and never believed in.
"What, even, you may die in my hands?"
Lan En nodded calmly.
"Before I survived the mutation, I would hesitate, but after a narrow escape... yes, that's me."
Bordong slowly lowered his head as if understanding.
The movement was so stiff that Lan En even thought he had died from excessive bleeding.
But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.
"You are not from this world, are you, Lan En? What brought you here was not a teleportation accident, but the intersection of the heaven and earth."
The young man was startled when he heard this, but then He regained his relaxed demeanor.
“Why do you say that?”
There was no one else around, and there was nothing Lan couldn't admit.
The emotion in Bordon's eyes was so frightening that Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in it.
Hate? Yearn for? envy? Admire?
There is everything, but mixed together, it seems like there is nothing.
"Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that this variation of chivalry that you believe in is a self-evident truth."
"Cherish life and value feelings. Hey, among you, have you never seen similar people fighting each other with your own eyes?"
Bordon's voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown land. the distance.
Lan En replied calmly.
“We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years, four generations.”
“Ha, I am one hundred and thirty years old this year. In less than a hundred years, we can make bloody The truth is far away from your heads, it’s a damn beautiful world.”
Bordon smiled dryly and slowly lowered his head again. This time Lan En could tell clearly that his blood was really drained.
The question just now was the last strength of this demon hunter's life.
"The alchemy bag has a compartment. That's mine, a few storage rooms, some money. Go find them, repair this armor, and give it to you."
The cat's eyes began to spread, Bordon's voice was as thin as a gossamer.
Lan En nodded calmly to show that he heard. "Why do you want to help me?"
"Help you? Hey, this is not helping you, Lan En, no"
"For enemies, our world has always cursed them to hell. But for you, you descended from a heaven."
"Now. You are already in hell."
"Lan En, I curse you. I curse my enemies, live long and safe in this world. I curse my enemies, can Stick to his morality and will."
In the end, a majestic man's voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.
"Because as long as you live here, you will definitely feel pain continuously. It's so interesting, hehe, hey."
Lan En, on the other hand, looked at his teacher calmly from beginning to end.
In this world where chaotic magic is distributed in a staggered way, the activation of magic is unreasonable.
In a place where magic is disordered, perhaps a confession of love or a roar full of hatred can become a curse. It has the effect of a fairy tale.
Has Bordon's curse succeeded? After all, not far away, there is a mist of unknown origin that is full of magic power.
Lan En hasn't learned it yet, he doesn't understand. But fortunately, he doesn't care either.
Hanging his head, the pool of blood at his feet was so deep that it gathered into a large area, even reflecting the shadows of people and light.
The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and chuckled indifferently.
“Yes, teacher”
“I am already in hell.”
Lan En stretched to his heart's content, then reached out and took off the roaring bear head necklace from his mentor's neck, and hung it around his own neck.
At this moment, a soft roar sounded in Lan En's brain.
That is an intelligent voice with a neutral tone.
It said, "Sir, the analysis is complete."
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(End of this chapter)