Chapter 302 301. Trust
“What’s going on with you?”
Seeing that not only was he unlucky, but the seniors were also unlucky, Lan En’s mood improved a lot.
Geralt was dazzled by the smile under the silver hair. The hole he originally dug was already quite large, but the shovel missed the hole and almost fell in.
Thanks to his quick reaction, he poked the hollowed-out shovel into the ground beside him before he stabilized himself.
"For the sake of the plague"
He cursed subconsciously before turning his head.
“After I came here, the villagers here happened to have a headache about the water ghosts in the lake. They came to ask for help with smiling faces and offered a bounty, so I agreed.”
"But that's not a water ghost at all! It's a swamp witch with four or five more ferocious drowned ghosts!"
Lan didn't react much when he heard this, because it was too common.
"Then what? You can't ask farmers to know the different types of monsters as well as witchers. For them, monsters that live in water and harm humans are 'water ghosts'."
Geralt adjusted his grip on the shovel and continued to work hard while speaking in his characteristic calm tone.
Complaining in the mouth of a person whose voice is so calm that there is almost no fluctuation is inherently a comedic effect. Even if what he said wasn't actually very funny.
“What else can I do? I killed the swamp witch and the drowned ghost, and then came here with my head raised to ask for money. As a result, you should know what those farmers will say when they want to default on their debts, right?”
"Let me think about it." Lan En said something like a template very naturally, "Good-hearted master, to show mercy, my children have to eat acorn powder to satisfy their hunger. The family really has no money, right? La la la.”
Geralt nodded.
"That's true, but what you said is too general. The village elder said it in more detail: The king wants to push the border of Broccolion a little further inward, in order to get more timber and minerals. . For this reason, a war tax and military conscription have been added. If the village does not want to provide labor, it will have to be collected in money. In the past few months, they can hardly even eat. It's next to the lake, but there's not even a smoked fish on the table."
"Tsk, tsk." With the Valyrian steel formula in hand, the young demon hunter expected that he would never have to worry about money in the future. Smashing his mouth.
"It seems that your professional expression doesn't work very well."
White Wolf sighed, "In the end, I only received ten Orens. The original deal was twenty. . Ten is ten, but they want to adulterate even this amount of money! Put silver coins and pebbles in the money bag!”
"That's why I dig out my reward here."
Lan En looked around and understood the situation.
There are only about twenty households in this village. There are many such villages in the northern countries. People would pool their money to buy and repair agricultural tools, buy seeds and livestock, and pool their money to do things.
Using numbers and collective strength to fight against natural and man-made disasters is the way of survival that the villagers spontaneously formed.
In such a village, collective property is generally stored in a hidden place.
For a demon hunter, the concealment of ordinary people is not concealment.
"Although it's a bit rude, let me confirm it for now. You should only take the share you deserve, right?"
Lan walked to the pit dug by Geralt. Next to it, there was a pickaxe for loosening soil.
The old demon hunter of the Wolf faction rolled his eyes at the bear cub: "Who do you think I am? I am a demon hunter who collects money to do things, not a shameless robber."
So Lan En shrugged, picked up the pickaxe and dug with him.
After digging down another two feet, they finally dug out a small box in the style of a jewelry box.
Lan stood aside holding the handle of the pickaxe, while Geralt whistled to comfort him that the hard work he had put in would finally be rewarded. But when he rubbed his hands and opened the box, his expressionless face froze.
Seeing this, Lan En leaned over curiously. After taking a glance, the amused expression on his face disappeared.
“That’s it, not even an Oren coin? Are you sure you got it right?”
Geralt shook his head, "I won't be mistaken. This is their last remaining property. I even sneaked into the elder's house and looked through it."
Lan was silent for a moment and sighed.
“Then those villagers really didn’t lie to you.”
Geralt pursed his lips, “I saw there were dogs and chickens in their village, so I thought they were They don’t want to pay if they have money, but now it seems that in a while, they will have to eat all the livestock and poultry.”
With a “pop”, Geralt took a deep breath, feeling upset. He closed the small box again in a hurry and threw it into the hole he just dug.
"That's it."
"You haven't taken the money yet, don't want it?"
"Forget it." Geralt paused, then picked up the shovel again and started filling it in earth. "This is not even enough to repair a sword."
And just as he was swinging the shovel and flying sand, a golden luster flashed past and fell into the pit.
The cream-white-haired demon hunter looked back in surprise at Lan En, who was taking his hand out of his purse, and then continued working.
"I have never seen a demon hunter who throws money into a pit. An Oren coin that has not been trimmed is so generous."
"Hey, you saw it today."
The pickaxe could not fill the soil, so Lan En leaned aside with his arms folded and watched Geralt work.
"Spend money to live. If money meets physiological needs, then the extra money spent is for happiness. This Oren can save me a lot of troubles these days, and it is worth it."
Faced with the serious and stern speech of the consumerist brainwashing technique of the bear behind him, Geralt, who was immersed in his work, unconsciously curved the corners of his stiff mouth.
"It's up to you, 'rich man'. It's your money anyway."
When leaving, Geralt no longer deliberately maintained the tacit 'safe distance' with Lan En.
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"To be honest, if it weren't for your behavior just now, I would really suspect that you are a psychopathic murderer. Looking for clues can lead to this step. "Tsk, did you use a hundred-page hammer to make it look like this?"
Geralt opened a corner of the canvas on Poppai's horse, and the accumulated black blood suddenly dripped from it. "Answer" flowed into a line and hit the ground.
He turned to look at the bear school demon hunter standing aside with a feigned suspicion.
"You didn't mean to let me down my guard just now, did you?"
"Haha." Lan En made two cooperating noises with no emotion at all, and he was smiling but not smiling. sound. "You wolves are all good at telling jokes. Then..."
"Can we get down to business first?"
Lan has already told what happened at the edge of Broklon Forest. Geralt was fully informed of the incident and the results of the investigation, waiting for this experienced expert to draw conclusions.
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(End of this chapter)