Chapter 36 36. Burning Bounty Conversion
This is the end of the cannibal case.
Lan En felt the existence of a group of cannibals, but in this world, they did not seem to be an important thing.
The only thing left to do now is to take the murderer to the crow's nest and collect the reward worth two hundred and thirty orens.
Before leaving, Lann returned to Oriden and brought his damaged armor with him.
He planned to see if he could fix it directly in the crow's nest.
Ivan didn't mention that he was going with him, which was a sign of O'Riden's increased trust in the young man.
"So...that beast was caught?"
Old Allen stood at the entrance of the village and asked, with a pair of nervous eyes behind him.
"Well, I caught it, it didn't take much trouble." Lan En said with a smile as he put the armored package on Poppy's back.
"He is a cannibal, but he actually does not know where Durnham is to commit crimes. It is not a deliberate provocation to the belief in the goddess, don't worry."
If it is a deliberate provocation, then Several surrounding villages are preparing to maintain a young patrol team.
Because there must be more than one provocation.
But now there is no need to waste this manpower, which makes everyone relieved.
Lane reunited with Philip Strenger's team, and then rushed to the crow's nest in the north.
The journey on horseback took almost two days.
As for the murderer, not surprisingly, he started to have a fever that night.
After all, it is unrealistic to be brought out of the swamp without infection after being stabbed through the sole of the foot.
"Tsk, Master, do you have any magic potion that can kill him? Two days is enough. Isn't it after you get the reward?"
Philip rubbed it With both hands, he came to Lan En a little embarrassed.
Lan En, who was sitting by the fire, immediately offered a set of three: "No, no, I don't know."
In fact, there were a lot of magic potions, sword oil, etc. in the alchemy bag.
But the poison is too strong for ordinary people. The murderer will probably be either dead or stupid after drinking it.
Although Sir Wesselard probably doesn't care whether the person he executes is a fool, but... that thing is so expensive!
I’m not willing to hunt myself, why should I give it to a cannibal?
Moreover, Lan En has not yet devoted his energy to the field of alchemy. These things are all Bordon's inventory, and one bottle is used less than the other.
So, under Philip’s pleading eyes.
Lan En went straight to the unconscious murderer who was lying on the horse. He opened his trouser legs and confirmed that the color below his ankles had begun to turn black.
Then he pulled out the steel sword from his back.
While changing the handprints with his left hand, he lightly brushed over the steel sword.
"Igni."
It sounded like a "stab" like water dripping from a pan, and the sharp sword instantly turned red.
It was only then that Philip understood what the witcher wanted to do.
“The plague is upon us! You wouldn’t think”
“Pfft!”
The crimson sword drew an arc in the air and directly chopped off the feet of the murderer on horseback!
There was no bleeding, and the wound was cooked in an instant.
The murderer, who was tortured by high fever until he became unconscious, is now fully awake with a "ooh" sound.
His screams even frightened the horse.
Lan En didn't even bother to clean the sword, and sheathed it directly after it cooled down.
When passing Phillip, he patted the strong man on the shoulder. "The amputation was a success. Judging from how powerful this guy screamed, I thought he could live for at least five days."
What can Philip say? One cannibal, cheers and that's it.
The cavalry did not react much to this, or they were all focused on Lan En's Igni seal just now.
A flaming sword!
Who can say no to this stuff?
At least now, among the dozen or so cavalry, no one talks about witchcraft, filth, or mutants.
They thought Lan En’s move was extremely cool.
Lan En was also in a good mood. He felt that he had made some contribution to eliminating discrimination.
The two-day journey was not long, and Lan En and his party quickly arrived at the Crow's Nest.
The smelly sea breeze passes by, and the sky is clear with dark clouds.
Lan En has complained about the weather in Willen many times, but he still can't adapt to it.
Sir Weiserard hurriedly came over to pick up the criminal, took Philip aside to negotiate for a few words, and showed a very reluctant smile to the young man.
He didn’t stop any longer and took the cannibal directly to the torture rack set up early in the morning.
"It's a pity that we can't dissect him." A neutral intelligent voice came from the young man's head, "Otherwise, [Surgery] proficiency will definitely usher in a wave of increase."
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"Don't be greedy, Mentos." Lan shrugged nonchalantly.
“In this case, money and proficiency cannot have both. A criminal who can make the people of the lord share the same hatred is a gift from heaven. And if the lord can make this criminal die in front of everyone, he will die in his own hands. If the beast dies, its importance to Veserad will be reduced. I don’t know how much the promised reward will be.”
"The main purpose of developing the [Surgery] skill is to autonomously transplant gene seeds. Other people's body data is not helpful to the primary goal yet, so it is not a pity to give up."
"Understood. , Sir.”
The conversation between Zhinao and the owner came to an end temporarily, because Philip was walking over with a wine bottle in his mouth.
"Pfft-ha! My dwarf's liquor is strong enough!" The strong man stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and said carelessly.
"Don't blame Sir for not coming here just now. He has never seen a few demon hunters in his life, and he thought you were monsters in storybooks."
"Yours I told him the reward, and he completely agreed. But when he heard that you wanted money to repair the armor, he also wanted to save some money."
The witcher crossed his arms and leaned against a wooden fence. Stand.
On the burned platform opposite him, the lord was already holding a torch, pointing at the sinner and delivering a speech to the people in the audience.
There is no doubt that Veserad has some speaking skills, and this crime is really outrageous.
The people in the audience were so excited that they wanted to tear the cannibal alive.
"It's interesting. What price did he offer?"
Philip burped first before speaking.
"I'm disappointed. There are no master blacksmiths in Crow's Nest. But Sir promised to give you a signed note with his seal, recommending you to go to a blacksmith shop in Gos Velen to get it repaired for free. Armor. Don't worry, he is a master blacksmith who has passed the license in Novigrad. His skills are incredible, but you can only get twenty oren from the knight. Counting what I gave you personally, the total is five. Ten Oren.”
Lan En did a little comparison and found that the ideal price for repairing the armor was two hundred oren.
Although it takes two and a half days to ride a horse from Crow's Nest to Goth Velen, riding a horse for two and a half days can save twenty oren of work. Most people in this world can Will not refuse.
“Jerry-making?” The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at the sergeant.
“Man, that’s the autograph and seal of Lord Willen. If he offers this condition but can’t come up with something satisfactory, Foltest might as well seal the province to someone else. .”
“Then it’s a deal.”
"Haha, deal!"
As the two shook hands, a pillar of fire suddenly shot up on the execution platform.
The screams of the tortured were drowned in the cheers of the people.
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(End of this chapter)