Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 15 15. Village Elder

Mentos directly bypassed a series of permissions such as elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and opened up a limit for Lan En at the university level.

It sounds great.

But at this stage, in fact, neither Lane nor Mentos can feel that this is useful.

It's just a restriction, and it's not a direct pass. The computing power and operating authority of the brain are still locked at the elementary school level of the People's Federation.

That is, in the future, [university-level course completion] might be better?
Lan En didn't think about it for the time being.

"So, you are the village elder of Auriden, Alan?"

In the village tavern where the murder happened, Lan En patted the rain on his head and asked with his head tilted.

Even though the outside of the house was covered by heavy rain and dark clouds at this time, there was only one candle as lighting in the dark house, barely illuminating half of the old man's body.

But Lan En's drooping animal pupils keenly captured a lot of details.

A typical northern farmer.

His face was numb with fatigue and wrinkled.There are thick calluses between the ten fingers, and the body is slightly deformed due to long-term and heavy labor, one shoulder is high and the other is low.

Even as a village elder, his economic level only allows him to wear a pair of pointed soft leather boots and hold a pipe in his mouth more than ordinary villagers.

"I am. Bill, you are running a tavern! Don't stand still, pour a glass of water for the guests."

It could be seen that the old man didn't want to talk to Lan En at all.

But looking at the snarling bear head necklace on the young man's neck, he pursed his lips.Still can only sit at the same table with young people.

It's just that even the buttocks sitting on the bench are only half seated, and there is a feeling that they are ready to escape at any time.

"Sorry, witcher. But none of us have sent out a commission recently. I don't know what you're here for?"

There were still a few villagers in the tavern, but after Lan En entered the door, they immediately moved away from the young man, staring at him warily and distantly.

It seems to be on guard against some kind of infectious disease source.

The bartender named "Bill" even kept wiping his hands after putting down the water.

Lan can feel people's disgust and fear, he has seen a lot.

Even though he only came to this world for a short period of time, he clearly understood how sick the "racial hatred" that had no real sense in his previous life was in this world.

Vaguely, Lan En felt that this atmosphere was deliberately instigated.

Although he has not read the history books here, there are too many cases in his previous education that can be compared.

So Lan En felt that the villagers in front of him were pitiful and hateful.

Hate them for being so easily agitated.

It's a pity that they may have lived their entire lives without wisdom and did not realize that they were "inspired".

"Of course, you didn't issue a commission, and I didn't come here for the commission."

Lan En said with a flat face. In order to make people feel at ease, he has been avoiding looking directly at the other party with his cat's eyes.

His thinking runs fast after getting the brain, but it is easy to run far because of it.At this moment, he was trying to collect his thoughts. Of course, on the surface, ordinary people couldn't even feel the emotional changes involved.

"then you.?"

Elder Allen asked hesitantly, the smell of cheap alcohol in his mouth made Lan sniffle his nose.

"Some time ago, a demon hunter who wore the same necklace as me killed two people here, right?"

The still calm tone suddenly caused a fierce reaction in the tavern.

There was a burst of noise from the crowd not far away, and their eyes were already timid and hostile, but at this moment they were cast with a hint of ferocity.

"He's here for trouble? To shut us up at Jazz?!"

"We should take revenge! It was the mutant bastard who killed two people here!"

"He's alone, we can go up together and throw him into the lake!"

Lan En completely heard the whispered words exchanged by the villagers, but the expression of the young man was still calm.

At this time, Elder Allen's butt has completely left the bench, and it seems that he is ready to start.

But after all, it is the elders of the village, who have a few more thoughts than ordinary villagers.

"Demon hunter, we, we can't interfere with Lord Wesselad's arrest warrant. It is meaningless for you to come here."

The old man wanted to make a last-ditch effort to avoid bloodshed.

Not because he loves peace and values ​​life.But in this era, it is very difficult for every village to accept the injury or even death of the young labor force.

Vulnerability of the smallholder economy.

With the secretion of adrenaline, the panting of the villagers gradually became heavier, and they began to search for weapons thought they were concealed.

Lan didn't want to see bloodshed either, so he raised his eyes for the first time after entering the room and glanced at the increasingly excited crowd.

Then, the emotional villagers seemed to have been poured cold water on their heads.

In a dim environment, the witcher's cat's eyes will glow!
This world has magic, but it is a rare thing after all.So it is even more mysterious and unpredictable, not accessible to a group of farmers.

A group of medieval farmers suddenly saw a man with glowing cat eyes.

Fright and shock even made them speechless for a moment.

"The demon hunter who killed people locally is dead, and I didn't come here to solve his troubles."

Lan En talked to the village elders with calm to cold words.

He knows when to use his tone to maintain the respect of others for himself, and there is no trace of the escape and ease in the conversation with Mentos at this time.

"The Supreme Master of the Bear School heard about the evil deeds of Boerdong, the murderer, here. He also heard that the local jazz valued it, so he activated the sacred tradition within the witcher and sent me to give him some help. compensate."

This is a lie.

There is not even a ghost left in Heinkaweihe Castle, so why not send the Supreme Master?
But Lan En has no sense of identity with his own school, or even his identity as a "demon hunter".So there is no psychological burden at all to raise the banner to deceive the uninformed villagers.

Old Allen hesitated and sat down again.

"Thank you very much. Bill! Why are you in a daze? This is a tavern! I asked you to serve a glass of water, and I really served a glass of water?! Bring a glass of flavor!"

He reprimanded the village bartender to vent his fear, but old Allen became restrained when he turned his head to face Lan En.

"Haven't asked for your name yet?"

The young man was stunned for a moment by this question.

But then he answered smoothly and naturally: "Lan of Cintra."

The full name of Boerdong walking outside is Boerdong of Sintra.

"Okay, Mr. Lane. But, but I've never heard of mutants. Would a witcher do this?"

The young man's answer was grim and grim.

"Didn't you listen to me? 'The importance of the local jazz', Wesselard is the lord of Waylon, in order to legally work in this land in the future, we must take his own emotions into account. Do you think we are Will anyone be compensated for killing someone anywhere?"

Compared with the conversation just now, Lan En's tone at this time was even worse, but Old Allen immediately let go of most of his guard.

The same goes for the villagers behind him.

Because it fits their worldview.

Doing good deeds equals losing money, and those who lose money should have resentment.

If a person is forced to arrange a loss-making errand on his head, his speech should be even more unpleasant, which is normal.

Originally, the bartender was reluctant and slowly poured his own homemade wine into the glass, but now he walked towards Lan En with a full glass in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this?! May Meritelli bless you, Master Demon Hunter. We are just fishermen who have been fishing for generations, and we don't have much experience. Don't be surprised by what happened just now."

"Bill! You idiot! Don't fool your guests with cheap horse piss! Serve your Royal Vizima!"

Turning his head, Old Allen's tone became friendly and courteous at once.

"How much Oren do you mean by compensation?"

Alan's old face immediately turned into a smile when facing Lan En, with a pipe in his mouth, his eyes scanned Lan En's upper and lower body, hoping to catch a bulging and swollen money bag, rubbing his hands like flies .

But facing his smiling face, the young man's expression was unmoved, and instead he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So, Elder Allen. You can arrange meals and accommodation for me now."

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"Um?!"

The eyes of the people waiting for the gold coins suddenly widened in astonishment, and they met those cat eyes.

Is there something wrong with this logic!
At this moment, Mentos let out a meaningful "oh" in Lan En's mind.

In the eyes of the brain who shared the plan at this moment, besides satisfying his own moral standards, this action of his master seems to be profitable in terms of utilitarianism? !
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