Chapter 32 32. Ghoul
Early the next morning, Poppy, whose fur was smooth and oily, was led out by the villagers.
Lan En stroked the horse's nose. He knew that this guy was given extra food last night.
Two brand-new long swords are already slung on their backs.
Ivan worked hard last night, and Bernie, as promised, contributed the best wood and fish skin to make a new scabbard.
From Lan En's perspective, the scabbard alone was worth five Oren coins.
In the panic last night, O'Riden was able to appease the villagers thanks to Old Allen's disclosure of the information that Lan En would participate in the investigation.
In this era, it is only natural to shed blood for belief.
Because no one knows what trouble people who are overly excited will cause under their agitation.
The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, splashing mud and weeds. Lan En lay lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.
So although Poppai was carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight, he was still running very happily.
In less than two hours, Midcops was already in sight.
Slowing down, Poppy walked into the village at a jog.
Lane's cat's eyes looked down without leaving a trace. The villagers here were the same as Auriden's.
There is no intention to focus on work, even if this job is related to whether they can make ends meet.
"Aha! You're finally here."
It was the same tavern, and Halberdier York greeted him at the door.
It seems that this place has been requisitioned as a temporary residence by more than a dozen sergeants.
"Chief Strenger has not sobered up yet. Others are repairing their equipment, and I was sent to receive you, Master."
Let York take the Pope from his hands The reins were tied to the edge of the tavern.
Lan En's nose twitched, the smell of alcohol here was really choking.
"Thank you, just call me Lan En, York. Let's hurry up and take me to see the body first?"
"Hey, I'm just here to receive you, Let’s go.”
York smiled and held up his helmet, carrying his halberd and walking in front.
“We found an abandoned house on the edge of the village, and the body was parked there. I know the weather has been bad these days. To be honest, I have seen how good the witcher can be. You And your teacher, that old bastard is the most powerful swordsman I've ever seen, but I don't think you can find anything from a rotting corpse."
Lan En remained silent about this.
He actually couldn't say anything, because his current proficiency in [Trace Detection] is only 19%.
Although he thinks that his mutation is perfect, the effect of the witcher's senses is also good among witchers.
But the knowledge base about tracking is not even 20% of that of an ordinary hunter.
It is easy to be embarrassed if you speak too early.
But when York and Lan En were getting closer and closer to the outskirts of the village, Lan En sniffed and sighed.
His right hand crossed his shoulder and touched the silver sword behind him.
"York."
"What?"
The halberdiers were still leading the way carelessly.
"I guess you didn't leave enough light around the body, and you didn't leave any manpower to look after it."
"Hey, amazing! How did you know." York turned around and saw that Lan En had already pulled out the gun. The silver sword came out.
His face and the hand holding the halberd suddenly tightened at the same time, "Is there a monster?"
The reaction is very fast, man.
Lan En looked at York in slight surprise and continued.
"The vaguely smelly corpse was not buried in the soil, nor was it burned, nor was it cared for. The ghoul loves this thing to death."
Before York could react, Lan En had already activated his body , entered the charging posture in an instant, and the transition between movement and stillness was as abrupt as a ghost!
“Fuck!”
The halberdier cursed angrily and hurried to follow.
Dunhan's case is of great importance. There are few clues now. If all the bodies of the victims are destroyed, not even one of the soldiers in their team will be able to get through it!
The distance was not far, and Lan En would not go wrong if he followed the scent. After only turning two turns among the wooden houses in the village, a very dilapidated wooden house was revealed in front of us.
The steps continued, and the young man issued orders in his mind.
"Mentos, block out the surrounding noise!"
"Received, the noise filtering has been completed."
In an instant, in addition to his own footsteps, Lan En clearly heard the sound of twelve paws touching the ground in the room.
Ghouls are creatures that stand on all fours, and there are three of them in the wooden house.
“Bang!”
The wooden door was smashed into several large pieces by Lan En, and the wood chips flew out.
Before the monster in the room roared, Lan En, who used the sound to locate it with the help of Mentos, even though his vision was obscured by sawdust, he made a decisive move and struck first!
"Wha-ouch!!!"
The bright silver sword left a crescent-like afterimage in mid-air, and a ghoul was cut off from the hip joint by this blind sword strike. Legs.
Even if it is a monster, it should be destroyed now.
York, who rushed from behind, just like his cooperation with Lan En, stabbed out with his flat halberd.
The lying ghoul was stabbed in the side by him, and his whole body was pushed against the wall.
The only surviving monster rushed towards the door behind Lan En like crazy, trying to escape.
Lan En did not push forward to block the road. Instead, he turned sideways and opened the way to the door.
The ghoul's pace was a little faster.
But above the ghoul's field of vision, which was on all fours and invisible, Lan En had already held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.
The monster brushed past Lan En's swinging clothes, but at the same time, a cold silver light fell from the sky.
With a "poof" sound, it sank directly into the ghoul's cervical spine!
Stop the sword and turn sideways, in other swordsmanship it just means changing the direction and changing the position. But in the swordsmanship of the Bear School, that represents a more powerful next blow!
Rotation is originally a part of the Xiong School’s swordsmanship.
After a subtle "pop" sound, only the separated body of the monster rushed out of the door, causing a small puff of smoke and dust on the ground.
Lan En walked over to the ghoul whose leg was cut off at the beginning, stepped on its struggling and roaring body, and stabbed the occipital hole in the back of its head with a silver sword.
The tip of the sword passed directly from its mouth.
"Fuck the monster." York also pulled out his halberd from the ghoul's body with a depressed expression.
“It’s over, now even the body is gone.”
Lan En’s face didn’t look good either.
But then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be my fault that I couldn’t find the murderer?
Lan En is still a little worried that the result of the mission will affect his reputation.
Don’t the service industry seek a good reputation?
"?" Mentos asked a question in his mind.
Lan En: "You'?' What? In high-level commissions, demon hunters are paid based on their reputation, but it's not just a service industry?"
Mentos stopped talking.
But it's one thing to fight against Zhinao. Lan En is still very reliable when it comes to the mission.
York has retreated outside the house, and the ghoul's blood has filled the house with a stench.
He looked depressed and a little scared.
There is no doubt that the clue is gone.
This mission requires even the knights to take it seriously and directly dispatch a dozen cavalry formations. But the only clue was being eaten by ghouls right under their noses!
He didn't dare think about how he would be punished after returning to the crow's nest.
"The murderer can't be caught. Not only will the knight punish him, but even the benevolent Goddess Meritelli may be angry!"
He is actually also a believer of the goddess Meritelli.
At this time, Lan En, who had come out for some air, patted the self-pitying Halberdier from behind and walked towards the house.
“Hey, if you want to collect money, you have to do something. Let me see if I can dig out any clues from this pile of ‘kitchen waste’.”
York was immediately overjoyed and cast his expectant eyes on Lan En's back.
He looked at Lan En who walked into the room with admiration, and said to himself that the witcher was a real talent.
When he was a child, he played with cow dung at home, and when he grew up, he lived in a room where people who built cesspits in military camps would not stay in. Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was still sniffing in it.
Don’t worry about whether you can find clues or not. After all, who will say that the witcher will be worried if he doesn’t help?
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(End of this chapter)