Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 23 23. Banquet Fork Trick
The cleaning of the surrounding waters took place throughout the day.

Synchronized with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Auriden.

The combination of Lan En and Bernie extended the safety range of the village fishing ground to the east by about five kilometers.

During this period, nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword.

Every time the hunting process is exactly the same as the first time: after landing, Bernie will lead the trace tracking, and Lane will observe this knowledge from behind.

After encountering the water ghost, the witcher was responsible for the force work, and in the end, Lan En still dismantled the water ghost's body.

The gathering of twenty water ghosts is enough power to slaughter villages in Weilun.

But the distribution of these water ghosts is very scattered, and the five-headed group seen for the first time is the largest wave, otherwise the young witcher would really have some headaches.

When the sun was about to sink into the surface of Fick Lake, the two returned to the village together.

The fisherman and hunter frowned as Bernie's boat approached the village harbor.

"Hey." He whispered, motioning the witcher who was sitting with his back on the bow to look back.

In the dim light, the village and port were crowded with people.

People who usually should go back to their homes at this time, or gather in taverns are all gathered on the port at this time.

Or weaving fishing nets absent-mindedly, or sitting on a wooden barrel and dangling your legs.Old Allen stood at the front, rattling on his tobacco.

And when the people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one or two put down their absent-minded work.

Immediately they swarmed up, each stretching his head to look into the boat.

Old Allen stood at the front.

"Water ghost ears! Lots of water ghost ears!"

The stench and dirty blood didn't bother him at all, and the excited shouts drew cheers from the crowd.

This was the first time in this world that Lan En was swarmed ashore like a hero by the crowd.

Old Allen slapped hard on the leather armor on the young man's shoulder.

"I didn't expect that." He seemed a little incoherent at this time.

"I really didn't expect what you said was true!"

Even if Lan En has tried his best to contact them in a way that is in line with the thinking of the local people, even if he has made preparations to this point, people's distrust of witchers still exists.

This is caused by the racial atmosphere that has accumulated over the years.

But what does it matter now?

At this time, the young man also responded happily to old Allen, and slapped the old man's back with his leather gloved palm, making him cough for a while.

But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.

Trust has been established.

Human yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all unwarranted hatred and discrimination.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Lane." Amidst the cheers, Old Allen even had to shout close to Lane's ear to make sure he could hear clearly.

"For me, for the doubts of the villagers of Auriden, come on my friend, I have to treat you to a big drink!"

"Royal Vizima?"

"Royal Vizima!"

So the men and women in the village laughed and rushed into the small tavern together.

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The tavern is not very big, so only a few candles are enough to provide lighting in the dark night.

On weekdays, there are only a few small restaurants with fishermen supporting the scene, but today ushered in a crowded and lively business day.

Several women even brought musical instruments from home, which sounded like a flute to Lane.

The minor key is cheerful and melodious, even if it is repeated all the time, it will not feel annoying.

On the table, the young man took a swig of the yellow royal Vizima beer.

The fermentation of this beer is under the supervision of the professional master brewer in the capital of Temeria, Vizima.

The timely addition of hops adds a touch of fresh bitterness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.

With a "snap", the half-remaining wooden wine glass was smashed on the table, and the young man licked the beer froth from the corner of his mouth unsatisfied.

A smart voice came from my head.

"With all due respect, sir. I can't believe anyone would want to add honey to their beer."

"Mentos, shut up!"

"Ok sir."

Wisdom is good.

How many times have I said that!Can stress response be called unique taste? !
The interaction with Zhinao ended quickly, and Old Allen, who was sitting across from Lan En, held a glass of cheap home-brewed wine and pointed Lan En to the bartender with a smile.

"Bill is brushing the water ghost's right ear you brought back."

The young man followed his fingers and looked over. The bartender over there not only brushed his ears, but also nailed the brushed ears to the wooden wall behind him with great interest.

"When I first entered the door, Bill told me that this tavern will be called [Water Ghost's Right Ear] in the future."

Lan En raised his eyebrows, "It's a pity, I can't collect his copyright fee from this name."

Old Allen laughed loudly, drank the wine in the glass in his hand in one gulp, and let out a long breath.

"Phew - I have to go back. This banquet won't be held for long, and the stock in Bill's wine barrel is almost drained. You can catch up with a meal when you go back later."

Lan En nodded indifferently, signaling Old Allen to take care of himself.

But the old man raised his butt, but seemed to think of something again, sat down again with a tangled expression, stretched his head and approached the young man.

"It's Lane. Well, can you please stop performing your fork tricks in front of my wife?"

"Fork trick? Oh, you mean the time I threw the fork at the mouse?"

Bernie, who was standing not far away, keenly heard the word "magic", and he sat next to the two of them with a glass of wine, wanting to have fun.

"Conjuration? What conjuration are you talking about?"

At this moment the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.

Lan En put the wine glass to his lips with a chuckle, but Old Allen's expression was a little distorted.

"He threw a fork and stuck a mouse in it at dinner last night."

"That's it?" Bernie pouted suddenly, as if he suddenly lost interest. "I can do this too. Although the mouse is slippery and petite, I can't do it if I get closer."

Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.

"Yeah, you can too. But it won't be at dinner time, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house."

Bernie's mouth grew slowly, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lane beside him.

The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.

The young man just shrugged.

"I thought that would look funny."

"I think it's very interesting." Old Allen said with distress on his face.

"If there's nothing else to do, I can watch you throw forks all day but don't do it in front of Hippona. She didn't dare to come to the party today and hung rabbit feet over our bed."

"Hey, bunny feet are useless to magic, to curses, to monsters, to nothing at all."

Lan En reminded kindly.

Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't it make her feel at ease? Let's talk about it."

"You're a good man, Lane. We have no reason to be so wary of you."

The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En paused for a moment while drinking.

Bernie next to him didn't notice anything, and also chimed in, "Indeed, Lan En, you are a decent person."

The slightly bitter beer has a wonderful aftertaste in my mouth at this moment.

The corner of the young man's mouth unconsciously curled into a smile: "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."

"Haha! Isn't it all right now! When you go back, there will be [-] right ears of water ghosts and [-] Oren. Let's pay in cash!"

Lan En raised his glass and saluted Old Allen.

Old Allen's butt got off the bench again and walked out of the tavern.

And in the corner of the tavern, a small voice passed through the noise and was captured by the witcher's senses.

"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters? How is it different from murderers and robbers by swinging a sword to get money?!"

There was resentment in that voice.

In the ears of the witcher, the corner of the tavern was suddenly quiet for a while because of these words.

But then, as if deliberately trying to hide the small voice, other voices in the corner started talking, laughing and singing loudly.

Except for this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a sentence.

Lan En pursed his lips. No one here would have thought that a witcher's hearing would be so sensitive.

He could stand up now and find out that young voice.

The villagers who regard him as a hero will definitely stand by his side at this time.

But he sighed and didn't do that.

Because he could tell that the young voice was named Little White.

He is the only orphan of a villager who was killed by Boerdong.

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