Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 67 67. Handling
In fact, without the help of Philip's cavalry, White came running by himself.

This is the stronghold of slave traders, and every cavalryman knows it.

Here, adults may be the threat, but the kids are just the cargo.

So when White was anxiously looking for Lane in the camp, the soldiers who were beheading him didn't do anything to him.

This group of people are veterans. They are cunning, cunning, vicious, and black-handed, but at least they are official forces and have official identities.

They don't do human traffickers and killing children, which are condemned by God.

So even though White looked at the corpses all over the ground and was about to spit out with trembling footsteps, he still arrived at the port smoothly in the night.

Philip's torch marked the location of the two, and the little boy ran over quickly.

"Hey! Lane!"

He yelled excitedly that the boy had been trying to get Lane to run away.

Because he didn't dare to imagine that someone could defeat the enemies of the entire camp by himself.

But now, he saw it all with his own eyes.

The child's excitement was pure, and the fear of being imprisoned and walking over the corpse was gone for a moment.

At this time, Lan En was very glad that White was a boy, and he would not rush over to hug like a girl, at most he just stood in front of him and jumped excitedly.

because
"Chi-"

A drop of nosebleed flowed out and hit the sand, making a slight corrosion sound.

For him now, even a drop of blood is highly poisonous to an ordinary strong man.

White quickly rushed in front of Lan En, jumping up and down to tell his surprise.

"You did it, Lane! You really beat a whole camp of bad guys! I bet there must be 100 people in this camp! No, 200!"

Lan En smiled at this, his legs began to weaken, and after the fierce battle, the temporary body strengthening provided by [Thunder] could no longer keep up with the damage to the body caused by the toxin.

The body in heavy armor suddenly slumped on the beach.

Scared both Philip and White.

The boy's chattering surprise stopped, and he and Philip rushed forward to help Lan En.

But he was stopped by the demon hunter raising his hand.

He really can't get in touch with ordinary people now.

Wiping his hand under his nose, the studded leather gloves that had already been stained with blood suddenly had a black bloodstain.

Under the erosion of toxins, every bone is aching and every muscle is breaking.
But Lan En looked at White's big head and laughed heartily.

Rescued.

For Mrs. Downer's entrustment and for my own guilt, I have completed them beautifully.

I saved a family by myself, the mistress of this family is still brave and optimistic in the face of life, and the youngest son of this family still wants to let others escape even at the last moment.

It's amazing to be yourself.

"No need to come here, I'm just... relieved."

Philip and White were at a loss when they saw Lan En slumped on the ground with a smile.

The witcher talks to his own brain in his heart.

"That's when I'm convinced, Mentos."

"what?"

"I have the ability to live in this world according to my own wishes."

The tone of the young witcher carried Ling Ran's confidence and optimism.

In this bloody dark night, it is like a bright sun.

"This world can't stop me!"

Mentos was silent for a moment.

Just like Lan En's tone, in the mood graph, the subject's emotions began to calm down after a long absence.

"You're very happy, sir. It's a good thing, but IMHO"

The voice of the intelligent voice becomes emotionless.

"If you don't pour the bottle of primary [white honey] in the alchemy leather bag into your stomach, there will be no need to stop a corpse in this world."

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Lan En immersed himself in searching in the alchemy leather bag, and finally found a bottle of milky white potion.

[White honey], the self-antidote prepared by demon hunters to deal with the toxicity of potions.

He hurriedly poured it into his mouth, and the blackness on Lan En's face and eyeballs began to fade.

But until [White Honey] fully exerted its medicinal effect, the blackness was not gone.

Compared with the enhanced levels of [Thunderbolt] and [Blizzard], the primary level [White Honey] does not seem to be strong enough.

White kept looking at Lan En nervously, watched him pour the potion, and then his face obviously looked better, and he was relieved.

Philip's expression was not too different from his. When he breathed a sigh of relief, his large body trembled.

"Dude, you look like a dead man. Are you really all right?"

Lan En sat on the ground and patted his forehead helplessly with his palm.

"It seems that there is something wrong. If I want to metabolize the toxins myself, it will take half a month to recover my body that has been eroded by the toxins. Let alone one month to recuperate the wounds, it will take nearly two months!"

"It seems that this bowl of rice for the demon hunter is really not delicious."

Philip scratched his head straight at what he said, and also expressed emotion.

But Lan En glanced over a wooden cage by the beach, and had an idea in his mind.

"Sergeant, what will you do with these victims?"

"Just call me Philip." Philip said nonchalantly.

"We'll take them back to the crow's nest, and Jazz will most likely give a speech, put up notices, and you know he's not going to pass up this opportunity to increase his prestige. And then send them home."

"Well, this itinerary is reasonable."

Lane turned to White and smiled.

"Just follow this itinerary, White. Mrs. Downer is waiting for you at home, and I have to deal with my troubles."

Lan En pointed to the black toxin left on his face.

White hesitated at first, but when Mrs. Downer was mentioned, the little boy obeyed.

"Philip, please send me a letter after the child returns home safely, and just send it to Gos Wellen's blacksmith shop. I met two friends there."

"No problem, buddy. It's easy."

"Also, you may not know. There is a big person in this wooden cage. You have to send her away before giving credit to Vesselad. Her injuries are not optimistic."

"Hey big guy? How big is it?"

Philip didn't intend to reject Lan En's proposal. Even if that person was a commoner, as long as Lan En spoke, he would send him away in advance.But still habitually stubborn.

Lan En just looked at him with a half-smile.

"Headmaster of Arethusa College."

"Cough cough!"

Philip clasped his hand without the torch to his chest, and it took him a while to recover.

"York! Where did you die! Prepare the horse! Prepare the horse quickly! Didn't you see the wounded! Make a simple stretcher, make it strong and soft, you hear me!"

After communicating kindly with his halberd soldiers not far away, Philip quickly helped Lan En up.

"Okay, buddy. I also understand what's going on. You took the lead in destroying the entire camp, and I owe you a big debt. You have a little problem, and the female sorceress of the Arethusa's house just blows it away. enough."

"I would like to borrow your good words." Lan En stood weakly.

What he wanted to exchange for this favor was not just the small problem of detoxification.

And just as the two were about to walk along the prison area and reach the prison where Margarita was, White, who was walking slowly on the port, let out a surprise shout.

"Alia! You were not taken!"

Under the dim moonlight, an exhausted child climbed ashore from the sea.

Lying on the beach on his back, he didn't want to move for a while.

In Lan En's mind, it should be the little friend White knew when he was imprisoned.

　Tell me what happened today.

　　In the early hours of the morning, I was told suddenly that a cousin had passed away.

　　Very suddenly.

　　A man in his thirties, strong and strong, does not smoke or drink, and his job is to open an English tutoring class.

　　No entertainment, no overtime.

　　I just like to stay up late playing games and watching my phone.

　　Then at three o'clock in the morning, the heart failed, and the ambulance couldn't reach the hospital at all. After being rescued on the spot for an hour, he was declared dead.

　　According to the rules, our juniors will stop working for three days if they have an accident, and I will use the saved manuscripts to support them in these three days.This may affect the explosive update after it is put on the shelves, but there is no way, it must be guarded for these three days.

　　It was the first time I met a peer who passed away, and now I am a little confused.

　　The scene where the white-haired man sends the black-haired man away. I really can't watch it much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)