Chapter 48 48. It’s time to bleed
At the same moment as the screams rang out, Old Allen and the villagers of Oriden shivered violently outside the woods.
The birds perching in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, flapping their wings and flying away.
Lan En slowly walked out of the shade of the trees.
The tall figure is covered in thick and solid armor, and the first thing to appear in the shadow is the pair of glowing cat eyes.
If the villagers hadn't already developed a good amount of trust in the demon hunters in the past days, these unsophisticated farmers would probably shout "devil" and run away at this time, right?
But they didn't after all. Although they were breathing heavily and trembling, they were still concerned about Lan En and the missing child.
"Lan, Lan En?"
Old Allen was the first to step forward, approaching the demon hunter walking out of the forest, and asked tentatively.
Although the young demon hunter was stained with hideous blood, he still nodded in response.
Old Allen was relieved when he saw this.
"Huh-hearing the screams inside was so miserable, I thought you were crazy! How is it, have you gained anything?"
"Almost figured it out."
Lan En didn’t want to talk much now, so he kept his words concise and to the point.
The village elder did not ask in detail, because he knew that his small fishing village was unable to get involved in what was going to happen next.
"That cannibal. How did you deal with him?"
"I cut off the ligaments of his two hands and then left."
Old Allen's pupils shrank. He swallowed and smiled dryly.
"Ha, ha, you deserve it. A man with all his limbs and bleeding blood is in the forest! It's not surprising that his painful death turned him into a demon spirit!"
< br>"Maybe, old Allen." Lan En gently wiped the blood on his face with his fingers.
Those eyes were as cold as iron!
"This land will soon give birth to many demon spirits, but it doesn't matter."
"At that time, I will be happy to kill them again."
" It doesn’t matter if you don’t need money.”
Next, the villagers returned home, and old Allen went to the blacksmith shop with Lan En.
Lan En handed over the Bear School steel sword behind him to Ivan.
This is the first time this sword has passed through Ivan's hands. During this time, he has only repaired Lan En's silver sword.
The blacksmith looked up at Lan En and Old Allen, who had calm faces. He pursed his lips and nodded without saying anything, and started working.
The atmosphere was dull, with only the sounds of sword sharpening wheels and furnace bellows surrounding the place.
Lan En took advantage of this time to put the more bulging little cloth bag into his alchemy leather bag.
This was the support Mrs. Downer gave him, the only thing she could give him.
This frustrated woman continued to do the work that her son had not finished.
She put all kinds of alchemy ingredients she could into the small cloth bag, and then handed it to Lan En without saying a word.
Young people can’t help but answer.
So I could only stuff it into my bag harder and harder!
The steel sword was not much worn, so Ivan quickly stopped working and solemnly handed the sword back to Lan En.
The young man turned around and left without stopping at all.
It wasn't until Lan En left for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith's shop breathed a sigh of relief.
“Huh——”
Unknowingly, this blacksmith who had been working beside the stove for more than ten years had sweat dripping from his forehead just by standing. "Damn. What's going on?! My heart was beating so fast just now!"
Ivan’s hand was supporting the work table and muttering to himself.
Old Allen, who had been standing silently aside, knocked on his pipe and said quietly.
“You were frightened, Ivan.”
“Being frightened to the point of being unable to move by the swooping griffin beast, and then being eaten. This is the history of warriors everywhere. It can’t be said to be an dishonorable way to die in the Kailiji Islands.”
Ivan looked up in surprise.
"Griffin beast? There is no such thing here."
Halfway through his retort, a pair of bone-cold cat eyes flashed through his mind.
Ivan compared the vertical pupils with the griffin beast, and it was hard to say which one he would rather face.
“It’s unbelievable, I’ve never seen Lan En put on that expression.”
When Ivan described the demon hunter just now, he looked like he was unable to speak because of fear and surprise.
Lane has a good reputation in Oriden.
Although he only upholds the basic qualities and habits of a college student from his hometown, he always says thank you or nods when he encounters help.
I will make way for women and children, clear the debris blocking the road aside, etc.
But in the eyes of the villagers of Oriden, this is already an incredible education.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be such gossip that "the son of a noble became a demon hunter in trouble" would go viral.
But at this time, old Allen put the cleaned pipe into his arms and shook his head slightly.
"You know, Ivan. The better a person is, the more angry he will be when he is truly angered."
"Lan En, although when I first came here, He looked shrewd and strong with a face that kept strangers away, but within a few days we all knew that he was really a 'knight' that only appeared in storybooks, and would draw his sword to help the weak. ! ”
“The order of the Supreme Master of the Bear School? What nonsense are you talking about? Who really cares about the well-being of a group of fishermen? Yes, Wesselad collects our taxes. I bet he doesn’t even care! Damn it, how can such a person exist these days?”
"Yes, he can drink low-quality homemade wine in the tavern, play cards and joke with us idiots. Although he is a demon hunter, but look at his upbringing, does anyone believe that he is from a commoner? No. No one believes it! I don’t believe it!”
“Five days after he moved into our house, my wife kept saying things like ‘witchers are mutants’ and ‘witchers are filthy’. Throw it aside! Damn it, I’ve been living with her for decades, and she’s not even willing to give up eating mushrooms for me!”
“But Ivan is such a good person now. Angry."
The old man pointed back, which was the path Lan En took when he left.
Old Allen looked at the blacksmith in his village and spoke very seriously.
"There is no doubt that there will be a lot, a lot, a lot of blood."
Three "a lot", one heavier than the other, made Ivan roll his Adam's apple with difficulty.
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Lan En came to Bernie's side. This self-deprecating man with a crow's mouth is not awake yet, and his wife is taking care of him.
That is also a very typical appearance of a middle-aged woman who has undertaken a lot of labor tasks.
Lan En didn't say much and went straight to the point.
"If he doesn't have a fever tonight or tomorrow, then resting is enough. But if he starts to have a fever."
The young man pursed his lips and took out a bottle of potion from the alchemy leather bag beside him. .
The orange-red liquid gives off a hazy luster under the light.
Magic potion [Swallow], significantly accelerates body recovery.
"I'll leave you a mouthful, and mix it with strong liquor for him to drink. Maybe, I mean maybe, he can survive. But even if he survives, the toxicity of the witcher potion will definitely cause him some sequelae. .Please use it as appropriate.”
The woman cried, but didn’t say much. She just put away the potion and sat next to Bernie’s bed again.
Lan En tightened the scabbard on his back and walked out of the house without saying a word.
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