Chapter 25 25. Dangerous Woods
“Why do you think so, Master?”
Mrs. Donner first looked back at Lan En in surprise, then seemed to understand something, and again He let out a cheerful and teasing laugh.
"I understand, I understand. Does your expression show guilt?" Donna asked with a smile. "Are you guilty of the demon hunter who killed my husband and is in the same school as you?"
The young man opened his mouth, but Mrs. Donner laughed heartily again before he could speak.
"Ouch, for the sake of the plague, please don't make such an expression."
"Killing must be punished with life, but the man in my family is an out-and-out drunkard, and he usually acts like a water ghost. He's just as fierce and doesn't do much work. To be honest, it's better to have him than to have it at home."
"You want to hear a sad story? It doesn't matter if you're an alcoholic."
Mrs. Donna waved her wrinkled hands nonchalantly in the air.
“Oh, yes, is that so?” Lan En’s upbringing made him feel that he should not talk about the deceased. Now that the family members said this, he still felt a little embarrassed.
"Haha! Having said that, I really didn't expect that the life of a witcher is so different from that of ordinary farmers like us? Judging from your appearance, you must have been from a decent and wealthy family before you became a witcher, right?"
After she finished speaking, the cheerful smile on her face softened for the first time, and was replaced by an expression that Lan En couldn't understand.
It was a calm and gentle expression.
What does that expression mean? Lan En asked in his mind, but Mentos couldn't answer.
"I am being despised. I am doing the endless work that a woman's body can't do." Donna said softly, "But this is life in the village."
"The village can't afford to support people. To be honest, I'm glad that I can still be disliked here and still have work to do. I'm also very grateful to the villagers and elders, because"
"This can at least make I raised my children.”
In a soft tone, in fact, Mrs. Donna doesn’t have the strength to speak confidently now.
But these words were like thunder in Lan En’s ears!
He suddenly felt that Mrs. Donner, the peasant woman who was already showing signs of aging, was beautiful.
This kind of beauty has nothing to do with the abnormally strong hormones of adolescent demon hunters. It is a kind of lofty beauty that faces the cruelty of life, accepts the challenge gladly, and is determined to fight to the end.
Lan En feels that he will remember this beauty for the rest of his life.
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The tear in the cotton armor cover is indeed not big, just very scattered. Just as Lan En expected, with Mrs. Downer's craftsmanship, it was completed in less than twenty minutes.
Stepping out of the door, Lan En was walking on the boardwalk with his eyes lowered.
"Actually, there are a lot of things wrong with what she said, right?"
The communication in the mind began. Lan En has only one person in the world to whom he can confide his feelings so far.
"Yes sir." Maybe it was an illusion, Lan En felt that Mentos's voice was softer than usual at this time.
“There was a vicious alcoholic husband, but there was no trace of violence in the family. On the day her husband was killed, her feet were still stained with cow dung and soil from the farmland, but she said that her husband was lazy and did not work. There are many doubts”
But the purpose is very simple——
She didn't want Lan En to be burdened with guilt that didn't belong to him.
Even if she spoke ill of her husband to Lan En in private, she didn't want the young man to live with guilt.
He is a very good person.
And it was for this kind of person that he returned to Oriden.
In high spirits, Lan En returned to the blacksmith shop without stopping. Just in time, Ivan was sharpening the newly plated silver on the stone wheel.
In less than two minutes, the young man had two long swords on his back again.
It was noon, Lan En took Bernie and set sail.
Both of them carried a sandwich consisting of bread, salted fish and pickles for lunch.
“I always think you are very motivated today?”
Bernie at the stern of the boat was biting into a salted fish sandwich and steering the helm, looking at Lan En in slight surprise.
Lan En, who was sitting in the bow of the boat, had already finished his lunch in small bites and was now checking the buckles on his armor and boots one by one.
"I still need a lot of water ghosts to practice, Bernie. We can go west today, and if we are lucky, we may even encounter a water ghost nest."
"You are the leader, I No problem.”
Bernie shrugged indifferently.
After last night's drinking, he now doesn't care much about the little catch he loses every day.
Maybe it was Lane's drive that rubbed off on Bernie, but he made a quick trip today.
Not long after walking along the shore of Fike Lake, they reached their first tracking point.
It is very different from the muddy tidal flats yesterday. The terrain along the coast here is dense woods.
The thick trees can almost expose their roots on the river bank. Lan En made a "tsk" sound with no meaning.
The woods are a bit handicapped as a combat environment, but at the same time, Bernie is bound to exhibit novel tracking knowledge in the woods. This makes Lan En feel a little bit love-hate.
“The number of fish here is also very good.” Bernie said while steering the boat to slow down.
"Go ashore and walk northwest for a while, and you'll find Midcorps. There's also a famous local blacksmith there. Maybe you'd be interested?"
"Forget it." Lan En's expression was calm.
Ivan’s craftsmanship has revealed the level of craftsmanship in the land of Velen.
A well-known local blacksmith is probably at the same level as Ivan, which is still far from the master level.
Bernie shrugged, brushed the crumbs off his hands, put his long leather gloves back on and strapped them on.
With a "crash", the two jumped out of the boat together and walked towards the woods on the river bank.
Bernie consciously walked in front and was responsible for tracking the traces.
"Say Lan En, will the water ghost still build a nest in the woods?"
He is a hunter, but he has no understanding of monster habits, so he has this question.
Although Lan En "took the initiative" to start teaching before the instructor finished teaching, he was still taught.
He slowly pulled out the Silver Sword of the Bear School with a "clunk" sound, without taking the usual posture of holding the hilt of the sword to the side of his face.
Instead, hold the sword hilt with both hands hanging down naturally, with the sword tip facing back, and the entire sword body kept to the right side.
Every time I move, I put my weight on my toes, and my steps are light and steady.
This is not a state of active attack, but a posture for quick reaction.
"Water ghosts are amphibious creatures, and their only requirement for nesting is 'by the water'. Whether it is on tidal flats, woods, or even farmland, it doesn't matter to them."
< br>"Then these beasts are really tenacious."
"Who says they are not."
The two of them chatted together, mainly to stay in this intimate place. Relieve tension in the light-filled woods.
The woods of Willen are full of dangers. Wild dogs, wolves, and brown bears are just ordinary animals, but more dangerous monsters also like to lurk in them.
Coupled with the good sound-absorbing ability of leaves and wood, once a person enters the woods for about thirty meters, even his death screams will not be heard outside the woods.
Imagine it, only thirty meters away, a few seconds on flat ground.
You are being eaten by monsters, but passers-by outside can’t even hear you.
So the Willen people are accustomed to calling the woods "green swamps".
The two were still moving forward. According to Bernie, "because they were in the woods, the scales and footprints of the water ghost were more abrupt and easy to identify."
But when the two of them really got close to the group of water ghosts, the woods still shocked them.
Bernie should have let them face the group of water ghosts directly, and then slowly approached after confirming the situation.
But after losing clues several times and finding them again, they did see the water ghost.
But when they saw it, the water ghost was not beside them. Go ten meters away!
It's almost attached to the side!
Fortunately, Bernie is an old hunter, and his movements in the woods are light and quiet, so he was not taken away by the water ghost.
Lan En and Bernie looked at each other, and Bernie was so scared that his lips trembled.
It is impossible to see the situation of the water ghost group from this distance, but it is completely unrealistic for the two of them to move their positions.
Fighting a battle without intelligence is a taboo for witchers.
Reality is not a game. Monsters are not distributed according to levels. Demon hunters will face death if they make the slightest mistake.
When an ordinary demon hunter encounters the current situation, he can probably declare that his career is over.
Lan En doesn't have a useful "apprentice" to help him get rid of the thunder.
“Tsk.” But in this case, the young man just smacked his tongue slightly.
Originally, with his current proficiency of 13% in [Trace Detection], if he had been able to check and fill in the gaps for Bernie, he would not have reached this stage.
But on the way just now, his main focus was on warning of dangers and observing Bernie's skills.
“No way, Mentos!” Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the water ghost beside him who was chewing something unknown.
“At your service, sir.”
“Turn on the sigil auxiliary function.”
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(End of this chapter)