Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 10 10. Wrath and analysis completed
"For your profit? That's a funny word."

Don't treat him as a living person, on the contrary.The word only regards him as a tool, like a sword, a pair of gloves, a dung fork.

Personality, dignity. Everything that was once taken for granted has been crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.

Lan En even chuckled slightly at this.

But in his amber cat eyes, the cold feeling was like ice.

Bordon could see clearly, but he didn't care at all.

He's almost dead, what else?
He was even a little pleased to see that the apprentice who had killed him was now furious at his words.

At the end of his life, the demon hunter re-experienced his emotions, so he had a strong conversation.

Every time he opened his mouth, blood with pieces of internal organs gushed out, and the blood tangled his beard into an ugly lump.

But he still didn't mean to stop.

"What about you, Lan En? Why are you killing me here?"

Bordon's mouth was bleeding, and he laughed bloody.

"Please, don't say 'Get rid of my squeeze and use', just look at your craft in battle, Lann. Precise, quick, steady...in the bear school's castle, Hein Kaweihe , Not many novice demon hunters who have undergone complete training can reach your level!"

"Honestly, the speed of your progress scares me."

"My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but death? It's far worse for you! Compared with the teaching and protection I give you, my negative effects are not worth the risk of being killed by me. Divide life and death with me."

Bo Erdong shook his head playfully.

"I'm dying, but you should do yourself a favor and tell me, why am I being killed?"

Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at his mentor. Now this extremely majestic man is even stuttering when he speaks.

"Do you still remember what you were wanted for, Bordon?"

Two lives.

Bo Erdong recalled it without much effort, because the time was indeed not far away.

That is, before Lan En completed the mutation.

In a village tavern, two drunken farmers came to provoke a lowly witcher, and then had two necks chopped off.

The farmers with big dung in their heads just couldn't understand that the witcher endured their scorn and contempt because they wanted to make money safely, not because they were powerless to resist.

Boerdong has almost reached his limit, because of the loss of blood, his mind has begun to let go.

The only thing sustaining him now was the desire for Lan En's answer.

"Just because of those two farmers?"

His body was chilling, but Bo Erdong just wanted to laugh.

two farmers.

He had received commissions from nobles in a magnificent palace.

He also received tasks from mages on the dark and profound mage tower.

In his life, he has killed countless people and monsters, and the road he has traveled and the world he has seen even exceed the sum of five generations of a farmer's family.

And now, the man who killed him told him - you lost your life only because of two farmers!

"Shit!"

This is not reasonable.

No matter how you think about it, this is unreasonable!

But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile, and told him clearly—that's what happened.

"You just can't figure it out, can you? Just two farmers who dig food in the fields and step on cow dung on their feet. They are dirty, rude, and despicable. Why do you want me to share life and death with you for them?"

Lan En smiled and approached Bo Erdong.

"My teacher, before I completed the mutation and became the witcher that people avoid, we had already appeared together in the woods in the country of Velen, didn't we?"

"We met the respected elders of the village."

A finger goes up.

"We rescue merchants driving carts on the road."

Two fingers raised up.

"We also ask in many villages if there are commissions for hunting monsters."

Three fingers stand up.

"But is there ever, just once... people asking 'witcher, what does this young man next to you have to do with you'?"

Lan En smiled half-smile in front of Bo Erdong's eyes, and put all his fingers back into his palm and clenched them into fists.

"Not a single one, teacher."

"Even if people go all out to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell that most of them are smears born of ignorance and fear. But when they actually saw a man brought by a witcher Behind the young people around me, no one wants to say a word."

"Even if they just informed the local lord? Not even that."

"Of course I understand that no one wants to make troubles. After all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous. But..."

"Just when I was about to come to terms with myself, there were two farmers, and they asked this question."

Lan En spread his hands out with a helpless expression.

But Bo Erdong, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.

The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like drops of water being scorched on an iron plate.

Even the process of dissipating exploded and shocked.

Now, there is only solemnity and seriousness on that delicate face.

That expression did not seem to be telling the story of two peasants, and even the song about the emperor in the court would not be more solemn than it is now.

Bo Erdong's eyes widened in the shock of this emotional turning point.

"Two peasants with cow dung and dirt on their feet and a tongue-tied stink of cheap home-brew."

"But they, and they alone, held you by the shoulder in the tavern in Oridon, and pointed at me, and said, 'Cat's Eye, whose child did you steal from? You have to let him go, or we Will go to the sheriff'."

The two pairs of cat's eyes looked at each other, and Boerdong had never felt an emotion so clearly—anger.

A grand fury!
The apprentice said every word, and seriously pronounced the cause of his death to his teacher.

"Then you cut them, so I decided to cut you."

"I don't know them at all, and I didn't even talk to them. But they spoke for me and paid the heaviest price. Then I will collect debts for them. In our area, this is self-evident reason."

Paulton was stunned.

Like seeing a god in the scriptures, or some kind of extinct monster, he was amazed by something he had never seen before and never believed in.

"Even if, you might die in, my, hands?"

Lan En, on the other hand, nodded frankly.

"Before surviving the mutation, I would have hesitated, but after a near death...yeah, I do."

Bo Erdong slowly lowered his head, half understanding.

The movements were so stiff that Lann even thought he had died from bleeding.

But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.

"You are not from this world, are you, Lan En? What sent you here was not a teleportation accident, but a celestial sphere convergence."

The young man was startled when he heard the words, but then he regained his relaxed demeanor.

"Why do you say that?"

With no one else around, there was nothing Lan could not admit.

Bo Erdong's eyes were filled with frightening emotion, and Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in them.

hate?Longing for?envy?praise?

There is everything, but mixed together, it seems that there is nothing.

"Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that this kind of chivalry variant you believe in is a self-evident truth."

"Treasure life, value feelings, huh, where are you, haven't you seen the same kind killing each other with your own eyes?"

Bo Erdong's voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown distant place.

Lane replied calmly.

"We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years, four generations."

"Ha, I'm 130 years old this year. In less than a hundred years, you can keep the bloody truth away from your heads. That's really a fucking wonderful world."

Bo Erdong laughed dryly, and slowly lowered his head again. This time, Lan En could tell clearly that his blood had really drained dry.

The questioning just now was the last strength of this witcher's life.

"Alchemy bag, there is a mezzanine. It's mine, a few storage rooms, some money. Go find them, repair this armor, and give it to you."

The cat's eyes began to spread, and Bo Erdong's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

Lan En nodded flatly, indicating that he heard it. "Why help me?"

"Help you? Hey, it's not helping you, Lane, it's not"

"For the enemy, our world has always cursed them to hell. For you, you descend from a heaven."

"Now...you are already in hell."

"Lan, I curse you. I curse my enemy to live long and safely in this world. I curse my enemy to stick to his morality and will."

In the end, a majestic big man, but his voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.

"Because you're bound to feel a steady stream of pain just because you're living here. That's interesting, hehe, hehe."

Lan En, on the other hand, looked at his teacher calmly from beginning to end.

In this chaotic world where magic power is intertwined, it is unreasonable to activate magic.

Where magic is out of order, perhaps a confession of love, or a howl of hatred can be a curse.Play the general effect of a fairy tale.

Has the Curse of Pordon succeeded?After all, not far away, there is a fog of unknown origin, filled with magic power.

Lane hasn't learned it yet, he doesn't understand.But fortunately, he doesn't care.

When he lowered his head, the pool of blood at his feet was so deep that it had gathered into a large area, which could even reflect the shadows of people and light.

The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and smiled softly.

"Yes, teacher"

"I'm already in hell."

Lan En stretched heartily, then reached out and took off the roaring bear head necklace from the mentor's neck, and hung it around his own neck.

And at this moment, a whisper sounded in Lan En's brain.

It was an intelligent voice with a neutral timbre.

It says, "Sir, parsing is complete."

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