Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 16 16. The Perfect Balance of Morality and Utility
By the time the village elders of Auriden led Lan En out of the tavern, it was no longer raining in the sky, but heavy dark clouds were still hanging down.

When old Allen was leading the way, his expression was sour that he seemed to have exported his wife at the gambling table.

But when he turned around to face Lan En, he immediately became attentive and eager.

Ambivalence.

It was as if he had acquired a treasure that was hot and difficult to cash in, but he couldn't bear to let him give it up.

The village is not big, and it takes only a few steps to reach the place.

It was a slightly better house than the average in the village.

The wooden piles that make up the foundation are taller and therefore farther from the wet water, and the walls of the house are visibly more solid than those of the surrounding houses.

It is the house of the village elders.

But to be honest, Lan En didn't expect much.

"This is my family's house. There can be another bed in it, and you can rest here in the future."

As Old Allen said, he opened the door and brought Lan En in.

The situation in the house was not as expected by the young man.

There are only two connecting rooms, one is the living room and bedroom, and the other is the kitchen and storage room.

The so-called bed is just a pile of hay mixed with rags, cotton wadding, etc., and covered with a rag of high integrity as a bed sheet.

This is already the bed used by the elder and his wife. Thinking about it, the bed he added for himself would not be better than these two.

Lan En, who had just arrived in Waylon, might not have imagined that he would rest on this kind of "bed".

But now, after looking around with cat eyes, the young man nodded very naturally, expressing his acceptance.

It's shabby here, but it's clean anyway.

There is even a fresh and colorful garland hanging on the wooden wall, which represents the belief of the goddess Meritelli.

It also means that the hostess here is a quick and careful person.

What more could you ask for in Waylon?

In the tavern just now, Lan En reached an agreement with Old Allen, who represented the village.

In the name of the so-called "sacred tradition of the witcher", the Bear School will make compensation.

But Lan En patted the cotton jacket on his body, which was so worn out that it burst into cotton, and said that giving money is a no-brainer, and everyone is living a tight life these days.

But it's okay for a witcher to work hard.

Oridon is a fishing village, and the income of the whole village mainly depends on the lake next to them.

The two-wheeled carriage competition held by the nobles here is only for this place, and it is impossible for the villagers to take this opportunity to sell things to the nobles, or get financial subsidies.

If you want to support your family, you still have to work hard.

However, due to the harsh ecological environment of Waylon, there are not only lucrative catches in the lake, but also man-eating water ghosts and swamp witches.

These monsters severely limit the working space and working hours of fishermen.

For example, fishing at night is simply feeding food into the monster's mouth, which limits the income of the village.

It's just that people are not often killed, and the villagers can hardly starve to death with the current size of the fishing ground, so there is no need to pay a demon hunter to kill monsters.

But the arrival of Lan En brought a turning point to the status quo.

In the tavern not long ago, the shimmering cat's eyes calmly looked at Old Allen.

"You are a rare and knowledgeable person in this village." Lan En complimented him first, and then continued.

"According to the market price, a water ghost's right ear can be exchanged for three Oren, and the swamp witch's head can be exchanged for five. Do you agree?"

Old Allen was smoking a pipe, his cloudy eyes instantly became sly, and he subconsciously wanted to lower the price.

Nobles care about prestige, churches care about piety, and everyone cares about money.This proverb is simply the truth.

It has become instinct to lower the price first when talking about money.

But when old Allen glanced at those slightly bright cat eyes again, the determination and calmness in those eyes made him dare not play tricks for no reason.

So he could only froze and nodded.

"You're right, Master. But, what does that have to do with your 'compensation'?"

"Of course it does matter!" Before the village elder could finish speaking, Lan En interrupted him unceremoniously.

"The compensation that the Great Teacher sent me to give you is [Discount Hunting]."

"During this period, you are responsible for my food and lodging logistics, and my hunting results will only be charged one-third of the market price."

"The water ghost only needs one oren, and the swamp witch takes one and a half. Think about it, elder, one-third of the cost."

Lan En's tone was obviously calm and cold, but in today's old Allen's voice, it sounded inexplicably seductive.

And in the process, Lane doesn't even use any magic and just talks.

"In less than two months, the fishing ground in your village will be doubled in size. If you are lucky, you will find a few water ghost nests and uproot them. How much will it cost if your expanded fishing ground can last for three or four years? "

"Gudu-"

Not only Old Allen, but everyone in the tavern was a fisherman.

The temptation to double the size of the fishing ground is too great for these people, and their eyes are going to turn green.

"And all of this can be done only if you meet the conditions for 'compensation'."

"What conditions?!"

"As long as the price of killing monsters remains the same, we can negotiate!"

There was no need for the elder to speak, and the spectators standing beside couldn't wait to ask questions enthusiastically.

Lane turned to look at them, and this time even under the shimmering amber cat's eyes, there was nothing but excitement.

"My one-third of the hunting reward must be paid in cash, and there must be no default, and no less than half a penny. Moreover, your village must guarantee the livelihood of the two victimized families."

Lan En spread his hands indifferently.

"After all, the so-called 'compensation' is largely for the two victims' families, and your village is just incidental."

This simple requirement isn't even a problem at all.

That is, the cash payment required by Lan En put a little pressure on the village's exhausted cash flow.

This is also the reason why the village elders put on a dead horse face when the young people can't see them.

But under the prestige of old Allen, it is not a problem for every household to squeeze out a little bit. After all, the expansion of the fishing ground also benefits the whole village.

So the agreement was successfully concluded, and Old Allen even brought the guy he usually called "mutant" into his home in order to express his gratitude and attention to the generous compensation of the witcher master.

As Lan En's residence and canteen in the following days.

Old Allen went out to find hay to make a bed, and his wife is said to be picking raspberries and berries nearby to supplement her food.

In this clean hut, only Lan En and Mentos were left.

As soon as I thought of this, a neutral intelligent voice came from my mind.

"It has to be admitted, sir. First-rate businessmen create demand."

"Safe practice objects, stable food and shelter, and income. Whether your plan is based on morality or utilitarianism, in terms of results, what you get is more comprehensive than the plan I gave."

"so so."

The young man smiled modestly.

But in my heart——

Lao Tzu is really awesome!
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