Chapter 23 23. Banquet Fork Trick
The cleaning of the surrounding waters continued like this throughout the day.
Synchronize with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Orridan.
The combination of Lan En and Bernie expanded the safety range of the village fishery to the east by about five kilometers.
During this period, nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword.
The process of each hunting was exactly the same as the first time: after landing, Bernie took the lead in tracking the traces, while Lan observed the science from behind.
After encountering the water ghost, the demon hunter was responsible for the force work. In the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the water ghost's body into pieces.
Twenty water ghosts gathered together are enough to massacre villages in Wellen.
But these water ghosts were simply scattered, and the five-headed group they saw for the first time was the largest wave, otherwise the young demon hunter would really have a headache.
When the sun was about to sink into Fike Lake, the two people returned to the village together.
When Bernie's boat just approached the village harbor, the fisherman and hunter raised an eyebrow.
"Hey." He whispered, motioning for the witcher sitting on the bow of the boat to turn around and look.
Under the dim light, the village port was crowded with people.
People who would normally go back to their homes or gather in a tavern at this time are gathering at the port.
Either weaving a fishing net absentmindedly, or sitting on a barrel and swinging one's legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco.
When people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one or two people put down their absent-minded tasks.
Immediately they swarmed up, everyone stretched their heads and looked into the boat.
Old Allen stood at the front.
"Water ghost ears! So many water ghost ears!"
The smell and blood couldn't bother him at all, and his excited shouts attracted cheers from the crowd.
This was the first time in this world that Lan En was pushed ashore like a hero by the crowd.
Old Allen slapped the young man's shoulder leather armor hard.
"I didn't expect that." He seemed a little incoherent at this time.
“I really didn’t expect what you said was true!”
Even if Lan En has tried hard to contact them in a way that is in line with the local people’s thinking, even if he has made all the preparations Having achieved this step, people's distrust of witchers still exists.
This is caused by the racial atmosphere that has accumulated over the years.
But what does it matter now?
The young man responded happily to old Allen at this time. He slapped the old man on the back with his leather-gloved palm, causing him to cough.
But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.
Trust has been established.
Humanity's yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all groundless hatred and discrimination.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Lan En." Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan En's ear during the cheers to ensure that he heard clearly.
"For my sake, and for the doubts that the villagers of Oriden have about you, come on, friend, I have to buy you a big drink!"
"Royal Vizima?"
"Royal Vizima!"
So the men and women in the village laughed and poured into the small tavern together.
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The tavern is not big, so only a few candles are enough to provide lighting in the dark night.
On weekdays, there are only a few fishermen in the small restaurant, but today it is a crowded and lively business day.
A few women even brought musical instruments from home. To Lan En's ears, the timbre of these instruments was similar to flutes.
The minor tune is cheerful and melodious, and will not be annoying even if it is repeated continuously.
On the table, the young man took a big gulp of the yellow Royal Vizima beer.
The fermentation of this beer is under the jurisdiction of the professional brewmasters in Vizima, the capital of Temeria.
The timely addition of hops adds a refreshing sweetness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.
The half-empty wooden wine glass hit the table with a "pop" sound, and the young man licked the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied content.
An intelligent voice spoke in my head.
"Sir, with all due respect. I never thought anyone would want to add honey to their beer."
"Mentos, shut up!"
"Okay sir."
The wisdom and brain follow the good.
How many times have I said it! Can stress response be called a unique taste? !
The interaction with Zhinao ended quickly. Old Allen, who was sitting opposite Lan En, held a glass of cheap home brew and pointed to the bartender to Lan En with a smile.
“Bill is brushing the right ear of the water ghost you brought back.”
The young man followed his finger and looked over. The bartender over there was not only brushing the ear, but also brushing the brush with great interest. The good ear was nailed to the wooden wall behind him. "When I first entered the door, Bill told me that this pub will be called [Water Ghost Right Ear] in the future."
Lan En raised his eyebrows, "What a pity, I can't collect his copyright fees from this name."
Old Allen laughed, drank the wine in the cup in his hand, and then grew One breath.
"Huh - I have to go back. This banquet won't be held for long. The stock in Bill's barrel is almost drained. You can catch up with a meal when you go back later."
Lan En nodded indifferently and signaled Old Allen to help himself.
But when the old man raised his buttocks, he seemed to have thought of something again. He sat down again with a tangled expression and stretched his head close to the young man.
"That's Lan En. Well, can you please stop performing your fork trick in front of my wife in the future?"
"The fork trick? Oh, you mean the time I threw the fork at the mouse?"
Bernie, who was standing not far away, keenly heard the word "trick". He sat down next to the two of them with a wine glass in his hand and wanted to have fun.
"A trick? What trick are you talking about?"
At this time, the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.
Lan En chuckled and brought the wine glass to his mouth, but old Allen's expression was a little distorted.
“He threw a fork and stuck a mouse in it during dinner last night.”
“That’s it?” Bernie suddenly curled his lips, as if he suddenly lost interest. "I can do this too. Although mice are slippery and petite, I can't do it if they get close."
Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.
"Yeah, you can do it too. But it won't be at dinner time, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house."
Bernie's mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lan En beside him.
The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.
The young man just shrugged.
"I thought that would be funny."
"I think it's funny, right." Old Allen said with sadness written all over his face.
"If you have nothing to do, I can watch you throwing forks all day long, but don't do it in front of Xipona. She didn't even dare to come to the party today, and even hung a rabbit's foot above our bed."
< br>"Hey, rabbit's feet are useless against magic, curses, monsters and nothing else."
Lan reminded kindly.
Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't this make her feel at ease? Besides."
"You are a good person, Lan En. We have no reason. So guarded against you.”
The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En's drinking movement paused slightly for a moment.
Bernie next to him didn't notice anything and also helped, "Indeed, Lan En, you are a decent person."
The slightly bitter beer felt like it was owned in his mouth at this moment. Wonderful return.
The corners of the young man's mouth unconsciously raised a smile: "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."
"Haha! Isn't that okay? Are you ready? When you go back, we will pay you in cash for the eighteen water ghost ears and eighteen orens!”
Lan En raised his glass and greeted old Allen.
Old Allen got off the bench again and walked out of the tavern.
And in the corner of the tavern, a young voice passed through the layers of noise and was captured by the witcher's senses.
"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters? How is it different from murderers and robbers to get money by swinging a sword?!"
The voice was full of resentment.
In the witcher's ears, the corner of the tavern suddenly became quiet for a while because of these words.
But then, as if deliberately concealing the young voice, other voices in the corner began to talk, laugh and sing loudly.
Except for this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a sentence.
Lan En pursed his lips. No one here could have imagined that the witcher's hearing would be so sharp.
He could stand up now and find out that young voice.
The villagers who regard him as a hero will definitely stand by him at this time.
But he sighed and didn't do it.
Because he could tell that the young voice was named Little White.
He is the only orphan of the villagers killed by Bordon.
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