Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 18 18. Holding the Strength
In fact, in this world, it is estimated that only the richest people who really don't regard money as money, or the demon hunters, will use the heirloom-level sword to chop something.

A piece of iron can kill people, why bother to use these precious treasures on the battlefield?

And this is the epitome of the difficulty of the witcher profession.

They took swords worth hundreds of Oren to fight monsters to the death, but they could not exchange the swords for money to spend and buy properties in the city.

For few would protect the property of a witcher.

After the trip to the blacksmith shop, Lane and Oridon had to add another item to their witch hunt commission.

When the equipment needs maintenance, the village will reimburse the maintenance cost, and the blacksmith in the village will follow Lan En to find the master blacksmith.

This is mainly for a knowledgeable person to prevent Lan En from asking for reimbursement.

Although the young people didn't want to do it at all.

"I didn't take advantage of you. You see, the armor I brought over was damaged before this. I plan to pay for the repair myself in the future."

Lan En put his hands on his chest and chuckled, walking behind with a face full of indifference.

Old Allen walked ahead with his mouth curled up.

Yes, you are going to pay for the repair yourself.

But what if, before you save enough money to repair your armor, you are disemboweled by a water ghost because you don't have any armor? !

What if the swamp witch wiped his neck? !

Should the fishing ground be developed? !
Can the village still make money? !
Oh shit!

Old Allen looked at the cotton jacket of the young man behind him with distaste, and sighed.

He decided to let the women with good craftsmanship in the village work overtime tonight, at least to sew up the outer cotton armor on the composite armor that he brought over.

Before the completion of the fishing ground development, this witcher who works at a discount has to give him a good life!

Injuring a finger can affect work efficiency!
Before Lan En arrived, old Allen would never believe that he would be anxious to get angry for the safety of a witcher.

It is only natural for mutants to kill monsters, and no one cares about their life or death.

But now, he has to greet her with a smile and take care of her like an old lady.

As he walked, Lan En raised his mouth inadvertently.

"By the way, what happened to the families of those two unlucky people who were killed?"

At the mention of this, Old Allen's walking figure froze slightly.

Lan En's keen senses easily captured this moment, and his cat eyes narrowed slightly.

"What, did something happen to them?"

The tone of the young man was the same as before, with a kind of indifference that didn't concern him.

But inexplicably, Old Allen, who was walking in front, felt a chill at the base of his neck.

"No, how should I say it?" Old Allen said cautiously.

"One family was... dead. Little Turner ran after his own dog into the woods, and was torn to pieces by a pack of festering dingoes. What a horrific bark. My mother was so mad that she rushed in too. Several of the guys we were there at the time couldn't hold back, and...neither of them could come out of the woods."

The village elders sighed endlessly, but that was all.There are so many human tragedies in Waylon that it makes people numb.

Now he is mainly worried that the victim's two families have lost one family, and will it affect the Xiong School's "compensation" to the village.

Lan En pursed his lips, and Old Allen felt his neck getting colder.

"You guys, didn't you try to save them?"

"Save? How?" Old Allen sighed and shook his head.

"The wild dogs are no longer afraid of people. They have eaten human flesh. Unless they can be killed, ordinary threats can't make them shut up. But at that time, there were only a dozen men in the village. There are old people and children."

The inexplicable chill at the base of his neck disappeared. Old Allen tilted his head and didn't care, and continued walking forward.

The young man followed behind with his head lowered, his steps slightly heavy.

What else can Lane say?

He came to Oridon with gratitude and atonement, for he knew nothing of the two farmers who spoke for him and died.

But he is a sympathetic and firm man.

So he came here, hoping to give some help to widows and orphans living in poverty.

For this reason, he made a plan, and with his little knowledge, he worked hard to grasp the balance of people's hearts, and created a status quo that everyone can benefit from.

But now, the elders of the village told him that one family was extinct.

No one can even hate, because it was purely accidental.

There are so many emotions in my heart that I don't even know what I feel at this moment.

"There is also the Little White family, right there."

Old Allen walked, stretched out his hand and pointed to the side.

At this time, the wind was blowing after the rain, and the dark lake under the dark clouds was also surging.

But in the village, adults and children seem to be busy with their own affairs as usual.

Mend fishing nets in the rain, turn the boat over for repairs, and carry the smelly wooden barrels containing the catch.
A woman was wearing torn and dirty clothes, and was running around the village with a boy tired and diligent.

Mend fishing nets and help carry things for other villagers.

After greeting each other with a smile, the occasionally lowered head and face were numb until they met the next busy villager.

The villagers accepted help as a matter of course, and there was no shortage of impatient and grumpy ones.

But the peasant woman pretended not to see it.

The little boy, who looked big and small because of lack of nutrition, followed her and tried to help.

A malnourished body needs to press its own center of gravity to push the wooden barrel containing the fish.

That's not playing, the action of gnashing your teeth and pushing your head up is really desperate!

Children don't understand complicated things, but the atmosphere in the family has taught them that they must follow the adults.

As a result, on the face of the supposedly innocent child, a deliberately flattering smile was put on after he took a deep breath.

That kind of smile made Lan En's heart go cold.

But he still didn't show it.

Because if you are too eager or too angry, it will make the villagers feel uneasy.

You are here to do good deeds, so you will suffer.You shouldn't be paying attention to these things.

The poor knowledge and wisdom of the villagers will confuse them, then panic, and then become hostile.

In order to calm down, Lan En wanted to press his chest.

But the touch felt on the cotton armor is a hard cylinder.

It's the storage jar that holds the gene-seed.

But this time, Lane didn't let go because he recalled the grotesque appearance of the meat in the jar.

Instead, he tightly held the glass jar in his arms.

That appearance, as if holding the power itself!

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