Chapter 301 300. Serial Mission
The sudden punch, followed by the spray of blood, silenced all the villagers watching.
Lan En's hand let go of Mut's collar, and his limp body was only twitching nervously on the ground. Mrs. Leeds, who was lying on the ground, was no longer frightened by the bloody scene.
She felt that the sky was about to fall. She had lost Mutt, who was the village elder, and her life had entered a countdown.
But Lan En did not show any struggle after directly hammering Mutt's entire jaw.
The air hammer technique in Xianfengji Boxing prevented the blood that burst out from staining his gloves and cheeks.
Only the hem of the robe and the waist and abdomen of the Bear School armor were dyed scarlet.
He glanced at Mrs. Leeds, who was so desperate that she even lost her panic, and threw a bone fragment on the ground.
Then take the bone fragment as the center point. "[Aden]!"
A circle of runes glowing with purple magic aura appeared on the ground, surrounded by ordinary villagers. Both Mrs. Leeds and Mrs. Leeds looked at this scene in surprise.
Magic is a rare and precious knowledge. Even if these villagers look up three generations of their ancestors, there may not be anyone who has actually seen magic.
In this dim lighting condition, the supernatural aura of magic makes people fearful and curious.
After the light of [Arden's Seal] dissipated, Lan En picked up the bone fragments on the ground and threw them to the stunned Mrs. Leeds.
“The field polluted by the day demon spirit has returned to normal, but the evil magic left by the demon spirit will still make humans uncomfortable there. This bone fragment can protect the holder of that field. Farming there.”
Suddenly, people looked at the bone fragments in Liz’s hand with curiosity and exploration. As if exploring the power of the legendary magic.
But Lan En knew that this was a lie.
If the Seal of Arden had this effect, the demon hunters would be able to make money just by mass-producing the talismans.
"You said that you can't live without your husband. This is help for you. An extra field should be enough for you."
If you defeat the day monster in The Witcher Before the spirit, no one would care about a mutant's words.
But now, the villagers pay 120% attention to the opinions of experts.
A field that can be cultivated again needs to be plowed and ridged again after being left idle for two years. In short, it takes a lot of energy.
If this was an ordinary field, it would be a lot of effort, but here there is also the "evil magic left by the demon spirit". For a small land, it is really not worth it.
Except for people like Mrs. Leeds who have no choice in life, most other villagers would not want to be associated with that unlucky field.
"That's it."
Looking around for the last time, all the villagers who made eye contact with those cat eyes unconsciously avoided looking at each other.
Lann lifted Mutt's body from the ground and walked towards Popeye who was tied to the fence.
He planned to leave at night.
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In the afternoon of the next day, Lann rode his horse to the place agreed with Geralt.
This is the last stop in Geralt's investigation trip, and they have agreed to meet here.
Mutt's body was wrapped in canvas by Lan En, and the winter temperature prevented it from emitting any unacceptable smell.
Lan En’s consideration of taking this corpse is mainly because it is described in many curse knowledge books. The people in the curse ritual are also an important factor in forming the ritual. Maybe this corpse is in the process of breaking the curse. will work.
Of course, the specific situation must be decided by an experienced senior like Geralt.
But having said that, this white wolf seems to have never been too trusting of himself. Now he has just investigated and returned with a corpse.
He won’t just draw the sword with me, right? ?
Sitting on the horse, Lan En immediately shook his head and shook off this thought.
The old demon hunter must be well-informed, experienced and calm. How could he embarrass himself, a young and ignorant little bear cub? Lan En pinched Jiabo Pai's belly with his heels, and the fine-blooded war horse immediately started to move forward and trotted forward.
The body lying across the horse was already frozen there.
This is a typical small village in the northern countries. Lan En skillfully used his eyes to scare away the dogs and chickens that wanted to follow him and bark.
After installing this [Second Heart] watered with dragon blood growth agent, he can naturally do such a thing.
Of course, the group of beasts in Ashina Country who were mutated by the water of the source will not care about a few vicious looks.
Lan En was looking for the old demon hunter he had made an appointment with in the village. When he passed the obviously more luxurious house of the village elder, he vaguely heard the sounds of celebration and laughter inside.
He felt that something good might have happened to this village.
But Geralt is not inside.
The old demon hunter should not break the promise, Lan En was a little confused about this. So he temporarily placed Poppy by the fence in the village, letting him eat some grass and drink some water.
I walked on foot, trying to find traces of Geralt from the village.
This is not difficult. Because the village is close to the lake, the ground is so muddy that every step of the boots will leave a mark.
The leather boots of the witchers are of good quality, because they don’t want the boots on their feet that are used to grip the ground to suddenly slip when they are fighting monsters to the death.
The footprints left by boots of this quality are conspicuous in a village where most people don’t even wear shoes.
Lan En raised his eyebrows and slowly raised his eyes following the footprints extending out on the ground until he saw the direction of the footprints - a windmill in the village.
Mill? What is the witcher doing here?
This is not a busy time for the mill, so no one is looking here.
Lan En followed the footprints and heard the sound of a shovel being inserted into the ground halfway along the way, as well as the old demon hunter's labored breathing.
Sure enough, after taking a detour, Lan En poked his head from the corner of the mill and saw the milky white hair that was messy due to sweat and movement.
"Hey, what are you busy with?"
The sudden voice did not panic Geralt. Although every demon hunter has light steps due to swordsmanship training, the composite armor of the Bear School will inevitably make noise.
Geralt could hear it even while digging.
So, the white wolf just pulled away the hair stuck to his cheeks, glanced at the bear cub who was probing his head, and then continued digging in the ground.
Lan En's whole body walked out from behind the wall.
"Is this digging for treasure?"
"It's not digging for treasure." Geralt replied as he continued to shovel. "It's to recover the reward!"
"You also spent a lot of time there. I guess you are like me and encountered a series of tasks, right?"
'Serial Lan En had never heard of the word "mission", but he understood it after thinking about it based on reality.
You accept a big order, and when you go out to collect intelligence and necessary items, the locals tell you, 'You can't do anything unless you help us.' This is probably a chain of tasks.
There are too many demon hunters like Geralt who have been around for who knows how long.
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