Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 48 48. It's time to bleed

At the same moment as the screams sounded, Old Allen and the villagers of Auriden shivered violently outside the woods.

The birds perched in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, flapping their wings and flying away.

Lan En slowly walked out of the shade.

The tall figure was covered with thick and solid armor, and the first thing that appeared in the shadows were the pair of glowing cat eyes.

If it wasn't for the fact that the villagers had developed a good trust in the demon hunter in the past, these ignorant farmers would probably shout "devil" and run away at this time, right?

But they didn't after all. Although they were short of breath and trembling, they still cared about Lan En and the missing child.

"Lan, Lan En?"

Old Allen was the first to step forward, approaching the witcher who had walked out of the forest, and asked tentatively.

Although the young witcher was covered in hideous blood, he still nodded in response.

Seeing this, Old Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hoo--I thought you were crazy after hearing the yelling inside! How is it? Did you get anything?"

"Almost figured out."

Lan En doesn't really want to talk now, so his words are concise and to the point.

The village elder didn't ask in detail, because he knew that his small fishing village didn't have the ability to get involved in the next thing.

"The cannibal...how did you deal with him?"

"I severed the ligaments in both of his hands and walked away."

Old Allen's pupils contracted, he swallowed and smiled dryly.

"Ha, ha, you deserve what you deserve. A man with all limbs crippled and bleeding is in the middle of the forest! It's not surprising that the painful death turned him into a demon spirit!"

"Maybe, old Allen." Lan En gently wiped the blood off his face with his fingers.

Those eyes were as cold as a piece of iron!

"This land will soon give birth to many demon spirits, but it doesn't matter."

"At that point, I'd be happy to kill them one more time."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want money."

Next, the villagers returned home, and Old Allen went to the blacksmith shop with Lan En.

Lan En handed the steel sword of the Xiong School behind him to Ivan.

This is the first time this sword has passed Ivan's hands, and he has only repaired Lan En's silver sword during this time.

The blacksmith looked up at Lan En and Old Allen, who had calm faces, nodded with their lips pursed, and started to work.

The atmosphere was dull, surrounded only by the sounds of sword-grinding wheels and stove bellows.

Lan En took advantage of this time to put the puffy little cloth bag into his alchemy leather bag.

This was Mrs. Downer's support for him, the only thing she could give.

The distraught woman continued to work where her son left off.

She put all kinds of alchemy medicinal materials she could gather into this small cloth bag, and handed it to Lan En without saying a word.

Young people can't help it.

So I can only stuff it into my leather bag even harder!

The wear and tear on the steel sword was not that great, so Ivan quickly called it a day and solemnly returned the sword to Lan En.

The young man turned and left without stopping.

It wasn't until Lan En left for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith shop breathed a sigh of relief.

"call--"

Before he knew it, the blacksmith who had been working by the stove for more than ten years was sweating from his forehead just standing there.

"Damn. What's going on?! My heart was beating so fast just now!"

Ivan propped his hand on the work table, muttering to himself.

And old Allen, who had been silent on the side, knocked on his pipe at this time, and said quietly.

"You are frightened, Ivan."

"Being immobilized by a swooping griffin and then eaten. Even in the Skelliger Islands, where there are many warriors, this is not an dishonorable way to die."

Ivan looked up in surprise.

"Griffin beasts? How can there be any here?"

Halfway through the rebuttal, a pair of icy cat eyes flashed through my mind.

Ivan compared the vertical pupil with the griffin beast, and it was hard to say which one he would prefer to face.

"Unbelievable, I've never seen Lane put on that... expression."

When Ivan described the demon hunter just now, he had a look that was difficult to speak because of fear and surprise.

Lane has a good reputation in Auriden.

Although he only upholds the basic qualities and habits of a world college student in his hometown, he would say thank you or nod when he encounters help.

They will make way for women and children, and clear away the debris blocking the way, etc.

But in the eyes of the villagers of Auriden, this is already a great upbringing.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be gossip about "the son of a nobleman who fell into trouble and became a demon hunter".

But at this time, Old Allen was shaking his head slightly while putting the cleaned pipe into his arms.

"You know, Ivan. The nicer he is, the bigger his anger will be when he is really provoked."

"Lan En, although when he first came here he had a shrewd and domineering face, but within a few days we all knew about it. It really only appears in storybooks. A 'knight' who draws his sword to help the weak!"

"'Orders from the Supreme Master of the School of the Bears'? What nonsense! Who really cares if we fishermen are doing well? Yes, Wesselard collects our taxes, but I bet he doesn't even care ! Damn, how can there be such a person these days?!"

"Yes, he can drink low-quality home-brewed wine in the tavern, play cards and joke with a group of us mud legs. Although he is a witcher, but look at his upbringing, would anyone believe that he was born as a commoner? No People believe it! I don't even believe it!"

"My wife threw all the 'witchers are mutants' and 'witchers filthy and filthy' stuff to one side after he moved into our house for five days!. Shit, I live with her For decades, she is not even willing to give up eating shiitake mushrooms for me!"

"But, Ivan. Such a nice person, he is really angry now."

The old man's hand pointed backwards, which was the way Lan En walked when he left.

Old Allen looked at the blacksmith in his village, and said every word in a very serious manner.

"There's no doubt that there's going to be a lot, a lot, a lot of blood."

Three "a lot", one is heavier than the other, so Ivan rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty.

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Lan En came to Bernie's side. The crow-mouthed man who laughed at himself was still awake, and his wife was taking care of him.

That is also a very typical appearance of a middle-aged woman after taking on a lot of labor tasks.

Lan En didn't say much, and got straight to the point.

"If he doesn't have a fever tonight and tomorrow, rest 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 pouch beside him.

The orange-red liquid exudes a misty luster under the light.

The potion [Swallow], significantly speeds up body recovery.

"I'll leave you a sip, and then mix it with spirits and give him a drink. Maybe, I mean maybe. He can survive. But even if he survives, the toxicity of the witcher's potion will definitely cause him some sequelae .Please use as appropriate."

The woman wept, but didn't say much. She just put away the medicine and sat by Bernie's bed again.

Lan En tightened the scabbard behind his back, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

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