Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 20 20. Bernie the Hunter
It wasn't that old Allen felt sorry for the demon hunter, but he had already regarded Lan En as the main pillar of the village's income generation.

To be honest - he didn't care as much about his son as he does about Lan En now!

The young people's way of binding themselves and the interests of the village is really good.

Back in the house, old Allen's wife had already finished work by the stove.

She was a typical old country woman with a stocky figure, her face was as weathered as old Allen's, and her hair was wrapped tightly and neatly under the scarf.

She was taken aback when she saw a witcher at home last night, and from time to time she pulled old Allen aside to mutter something.

His eyes kept glancing at Lan En.

But in fact, those whispers are like talking in the ear to the witcher.

Lan En listened for a while and stopped listening.

Zuo Zuo is nothing but an old lady who has been misled by rumors.

Her greatest malice was simply because she would have an extra meal for cooking in the future.

Breakfast was hot from yesterday's dinner.

It was a pot of stewed fish miscellaneous soup, divided into a bowl for each person.

It is stewed with potatoes, onions, and various berries and raspberries picked.

A variety of berries, richly pigmented and highly soluble in water, concocted the soup an eerie black-purple color.

Lan En had long adapted to the fact that he could not expect to eat any good food in this environment, so he accepted it quickly.

The young man was not restrained at all, he scooped the soup pot left and right with a wooden spoon, and filled his own bowl.

Old Allen and his wife stared blankly at Lan En's bowl, and then at his people.

It seems a bit puzzled, how could someone be so rude.

"You just scoop the berries twice and get all, all of them?"

Lan En smiled embarrassedly: "I like eating sweet things a little bit recently."

"'Something'. Wow~" Mentos' intelligent voice said in his mind.

But Lan En always felt that it was acting strangely.

But the young man is right to pretend that he didn't hear it. After all, for this extra sweetness, Mentos even calculated how he scooped it up with a spoon!
What's wrong with sweetness? !

A modern person who used to consume cheap and excessive amounts of sugar every day, came to another world where sugar and honey were so expensive that it was crazy.

I have been hungry for so long under the mentor's hands!
A little stress reaction, what's wrong with going too far! ?

What's wrong? !

Old Allen doesn't bother with him now, it's true to let him finish his meal and work quickly.

"Everyone is waiting, what are you going to do today?"

Old Allen took a sip of soup and asked the young man.

"No, my work has nothing to do with most of you." Lan shrugged, "In the end, I'm the only one who will do it. As long as you send someone who is familiar with hydrographic terrain and track traces as a guide, I can start. work."

The village elders were overjoyed when they heard this.

He originally thought that the villagers had to put down their work and cooperate with the work.

This can save a lot of manpower.

After dinner, Old Allen led a man with a bow back to look for Lan En.

The young people were already waiting at the entrance of the village.

"Papa-" Old Allen slapped the man on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"This is Bernie, the best helmsman in our part, and there's no place in Fake Lake that he can't steer."

He raised his hand and pointed to the bow on his back, "I usually do some hunter's work. When you ask for it, the first thing I think of is him."

Lane and Bernie looked at each other and nodded.

This man was not considered strong, and he was wearing a linen shirt with frayed edges, and his trousers were tied with a few ropes to facilitate farm work.

The only difference from ordinary villagers is his bow and gloves.

They were a pair of wide leather long gloves, which could cover the forearm close to the elbow. Because it was too wide, Bernie also wrapped a rope around the arm and tied it tightly.

It is a piece of armor.

Old Allen didn't stop after bringing Bernie, but turned around and left.

Even though he is a village elder, he has to do farm work every day to make ends meet.

The two men didn't say anything, they walked directly to the small pier of Oryden's fishing boat, boarded Bernie's fishing boat, and started to march towards Fick Lake.

This lake didn't have a name, but it was named Fake Island because Sir Wesselard built a tower on the island in the middle of the lake.

So the lake got its name.

Lan En plans to start from the edge of the original fishing ground and gradually expand outward.

Witchers don't need to go into water to fight water battles when hunting water ghosts and swamp witches.

Fighting monsters in their environment is just stupid.

Although water ghosts and swamp witches can move freely in the lake, they are still amphibious creatures after all.

Their nests are generally built on mudflats.

Lane's goal is this.

"We need to get the boat out of the fishing grounds and get closer to the shore in the fish-rich waters."

The young man sat in the bow, explaining the details to Bernie at the helm in the stern.

This man just nodded, steered the helm, and controlled the sails, keeping his hands on, but his expression was obviously not happy.

This situation caused Lan En to say something more.

"Are you dissatisfied with me? If so, we can go back to old Allen now and ask him to adjust the job candidates. It's better to talk about it now."

Lan En sat on the bow and spread his hands, with a sincere attitude.

He didn't want the people around him to have psychological barriers while performing combat missions.

Even if it's not malicious to him, but just a lack of concentration, it's terrible for such a high-risk behavior as fighting.

Bernie couldn't keep his mouth shut when he talked about the witcher on this level.

So he also let out a long breath.

"Please don't get me wrong, Master Demon Hunter. You can come to implement compensation measures for two farmers and open up fishing grounds for us. Whether you want to or not, you are undoubtedly a noble person worthy of respect. I respect you gentlemen."

Bernie's brows were still tightened, but at least he had the intention to communicate.

"But to be honest, I'm the best fisherman and hunter in the village, and I should have come home today with a boat full of catch, or a few rabbits."

"But now, I can only drag you around all day, and I have nothing to gain."

"I know this is for the future benefits of the village, and I must be a part of it, but others go fishing for the children and women at home, but I can only stay here. Hey, please don't worry. For your At work, at least I will not be passive or perfunctory.”

"Wow—" the young man scratched his cheek.

Faced with such a companion who made it clear that he was in a bad mood, it was useless to persuade him, and he did not delay work, Lan En was at a loss for words.

"Won't old Allen compensate you for today's delay?"

"Of course he will, otherwise why is he an elder?" Bernie looked at the young man in surprise. "But I said I was 'the best fisherman' and he only compensated me for what was average."

Lane shook his head and stopped talking.

The future benefits are great, but if anyone is allowed to harm the current interests, there will inevitably be conflicts.

What's more, the interests of the future belong to everyone, and the interests that are damaged now belong to oneself.

Even if Goddess Melitelli came over, she wouldn't be able to make sense of this situation. He was just a demon hunter and couldn't get involved in these many things.

As long as Bernie's work status is not affected.

During the voyage, the boards at the bottom of the boat collided with the waves, and finally touched the mud of the tidal flat.

The ship swayed slightly, and finally stopped.

It's time for the witcher to work.

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