Chapter 20 20. Hunter Bernie
It’s not that Old Allen feels sorry for the witcher, it’s actually that he has regarded Lan En as the main pillar of the village’s income generation.
To be honest - he didn't care about his son as much as he does about Lan En now!
The way young people tie themselves to the interests of the village has really good results.
Back in the house, old Allen's wife was already finishing her work at the stove.
She was a typical old country woman, with a stocky figure, her face was as weather-stained as old Allen's, and her hair was tightly and neatly wrapped under a scarf.
She was shocked when she saw a witcher at home last night. From time to time, she would pull old Allen aside and mutter something.
He kept glancing at Lan En.
But in fact, those whispers are like talking in the ear to the demon hunter.
Lan En listened for a while and then stopped listening.
She is just an old woman who was misled by rumors.
Her greatest malice is just because she will have to have an extra portion of food for cooking in the future.
Breakfast is warmed up from yesterday's dinner.
It was a pot of stewed fish soup, and each person was given a bowl.
It is stewed with potatoes, onions, and various berries and raspberries picked.
Various berries that are rich in pigment and highly soluble in water turn this soup into a weird dark purple color.
Lan En has long been accustomed to the fact that he can’t expect to get anything good in this environment, so he accepted it quickly.
The young man was not restrained at all. He took a wooden spoon and fished left and right in the soup pot twice, then filled his bowl.
Old Allen and his wife looked blankly at Lan En's bowl, and then at his people.
I seem a bit confused as to why someone could be so rude.
"You just scooped up the berries twice and then scooped them all away?"
Lan En smiled sheepishly: "I like to eat sweet things lately."
"'A little bit' .Wow~" Mentos's intelligent voice said calmly in his mind.
But Lan En always felt that it was acting strangely.
But the young man pretended not to hear it. After all, for the extra sweetness, he even asked Mentos to calculate how to get the spoon!
What happened to the sweet tooth? !
A modern person who originally consumed excessive amounts of cheap sugar every day, after coming to another world, sugar and honey are as expensive as crazy.
I have been hungry for so long under my mentor!
What’s wrong with a bit of a stress reaction and going too far? ?
What's wrong? !
Old Allen doesn't have to worry about this with him now. It's true that he quickly lets him finish his meal and work.
"Everyone is waiting, what are you going to do today?"
Old Allen took a sip of soup and asked the young man.
"No, my work actually has nothing to do with most of you." Lan En shrugged, "In the end, I am the only one who does it. All you need to do is send someone who is familiar with the hydrology and terrain and who is good at tracking traces. As a guide, I can start working.”
The village elder was overjoyed when he heard this.
He originally thought that he would have to ask the villagers to put down their work and cooperate with the work.
This can save a lot of manpower.
After dinner, old Allen led a man with an arched back to look for Lan En.
The young people have been waiting at the entrance of the village for a long time.
"Papa-" Old Allen slapped the man on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
"This is Bernie, the best helmsman in our area. There is no place in Fike Lake that he can't reach at the helm."
He raised his hand and pointed at the bow he was carrying, "I can do it as usual. Hunter's job, when you ask for it, he is the first person I think of."
Lan and Bernie looked at each other and nodded.
This man is not strong. He is wearing a raw linen shirt, and his trouser legs are tied with a few ropes to facilitate farm work.
The only difference from ordinary villagers is his bow and gloves.
They were a pair of wide leather long gloves that could cover the forearms to close to the elbows. Because they were too wide, Bernie wrapped a rope around his arms to tighten them. It's considered a piece of armor.
Old Allen did not stop after bringing Bernie, and turned around and left.
Even though he is a village elder, he still has to do farm work every day to make ends meet.
The two men said nothing, walked directly to O'Riden's fishing boat pier, got on Bernie's fishing boat, and started heading towards Fike Lake.
This lake had no name, but it was named Fike Island because Sir Wesselard built a tower on the island in the center of the lake.
So this lake also got its name.
Lan En plans to start from the edge of the original fishing ground and slowly expand outward.
When witchers hunt water ghosts and swamp witches, they do not need to go into the water to engage in water battles.
It would be stupid to fight monsters in their living environment.
Although water ghosts and swamp witches can move freely in the lake, they are still amphibious creatures.
Their nests are generally built on tidal flats.
This is Lan En’s goal.
“We need to drive the boat out of the fishing grounds and close to the shore of waters rich in fish.”
The young man sat on the bow of the boat and explained the details to Bernie who was at the helm at the stern.
But this man just nodded, steered, and controlled the sails without stopping, but the look on his face was obviously unhappy.
This situation made Lan Endo say something.
"Are you dissatisfied with me? If so, we can go back to old Allen now and ask him to adjust the job candidates. It's better to talk about it now."< br>
Lan En sat on the bow of the boat and spread his hands with a sincere attitude.
He didn’t want to be surrounded by people with mental disorders while performing combat missions.
Even if there is no malice towards him, but just a lack of concentration, it is still fatal for a high-risk behavior such as fighting.
Faced with the demon hunter who talked about this, Bernie could no longer keep silent.
So he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Please don't misunderstand, Master Demon Hunter. You can come here to carry out compensation measures for two farmers and open up fishing grounds for us. Whether you are unwilling or not, there is no doubt that you are a noble person worthy of respect. . I respect you as a gentleman.”
Bernie’s brows were still furrowed, but at least he had the intention to communicate.
"But to be honest, I am the best fisherman and hunter in this village. I should have been able to return home with a boat full of catches today, or hunt a few rabbits."
"But Now, I can only drag you around all day, and I will gain nothing.”
“I know this is for the future of the village, and I must be a part of it. , but others go fishing for the sake of the children at home, but I can only stay here. Hey, please don’t worry. For the sake of your work, at least I will not slack off or be perfunctory.”
“ Wow—" the young man scratched his cheek.
Faced with a companion who had made it clear that he was in a bad mood and that trying to persuade him would be of no use and that it would not delay his work, Lan En was at a loss for words.
"Well, won't old Allen compensate you for today's delay?"
"Of course he will, otherwise why would he be an elder?" Bernie looked at the young man in surprise. "But I said that I was the 'best fisherman', but he could only compensate me for the average level."
Lan En shook his head and stopped talking.
The future interests are great, but if anyone harms the current interests, there will inevitably be conflicts.
What's more, the interests in the future belong to everyone, and the interests that are damaged now are our own.
Even if Goddess Meritelli came over, she wouldn't be able to figure this out. He was just a demon hunter and couldn't get involved in many things.
As long as Bernie's working status is not affected.
During the voyage, the planks on the bottom of the ship collided with the waves and finally touched the mud on the beach.
The boat swayed slightly and finally stopped.
It's time for the witcher to get to work.
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(End of this chapter)