Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 25 25. The Dangerous Woods

"Why do you think so, Master?"

Mrs. Downer first looked back at Lan En in surprise, then seemed to understand something, and let out a cheerful and teasing laugh again.

"I understand, I understand. Is your expression showing guilt?" Donna asked with a smile. "Ashamed of that demon hunter who killed my husband and belonged to the same school as you?"

The young man opened his mouth, but Mrs. Downer laughed heartily again before he could speak.

"Hey, for the sake of the plague, don't make such an expression."

"Killing people should pay for their lives, but the man in my family is an out-and-out alcoholic. He is usually as fierce as a water ghost and doesn't work very much. To be honest, it might be better if he is not as different as his family?"

"You want sad stories? I don't have them here, and it's nothing to do with my drunkard."

Mrs. Donna waved her already wrinkled hands nonchalantly in the air.

"Oh, yes, is that so?" Lan En's upbringing made him feel that he shouldn't talk about the deceased. Now that the family members say that, he still feels a little embarrassed.

"Haha! Having said that, I really didn't expect the life of a demon hunter to be so different from that of ordinary farmers like us? Judging by your appearance, you must have been a decent and wealthy family before becoming a demon hunter, right?"

After finishing speaking, the cheerful smile on her face restrained for the first time, and replaced with an expression Lan En couldn't read.

It was a calm and gentle expression.

What does that look mean?Lan En asked in his heart, but Mentos couldn't answer.

"I'm being rejected by others, and I'm doing a job that a woman's body can't finish." Donna said softly, "But life in the village is like this."

"The village can't afford burdens. To be honest, I'm very glad that I can still be despised here and still have work. I'm also very grateful to the villagers and elders, because"

"It will at least allow me to raise my kids."

With a soft tone, Mrs. Donna's current strength is actually not enough to speak in a calm manner.

But these words were like thunder in Lan En's ears!
He suddenly felt that Mrs. Downer, this old peasant woman, was very beautiful.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with the abnormally exuberant hormones of the adolescent witcher. It is a kind of Ling Ran beauty that faces the cruelty of life, accepts the challenge, and is determined to rush to the end.

Lan En felt that he would remember this beauty for a lifetime.

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The breach in the cotton armor cover is indeed small, but very scattered.As Lan En expected, under Mrs. Downer's skill, it was completed in less than 10 minutes.

Stepping out of the door, Lan En lowered his eyes and walked on the boardwalk.

"Actually... There are a lot of things wrong with her rhetoric, right?"

The communication in the brain has begun, and Lan En has only one person in this world to whom he can confide his feelings so far.

"Yes, sir." Maybe it was an illusion, Lan En felt that Mentos' voice was softer than usual.

"There is a vicious husband who is alcoholic, but there is no trace of violence at home. On the day her husband was killed, his feet were still stained with cow dung and mud from the farmland, but she said that there are many doubts about his being lazy and not working."

But the purpose is very simple——

She didn't want Lan En to feel guilty that didn't belong to him.

Even if she spoke ill of her husband to Lan En in private, she didn't want this young man to live with guilt.

He is a very nice person.

And it was for this kind of person that he would return to Auriden.

Energized, Lan En returned to the blacksmith shop non-stop, just in time, Ivan was sharpening the newly plated silver on the stone wheel.

In less than 2 minutes, the young man carried two long swords on his back again.

It was noon, Lan En dragged Bernie and set sail.

Both of them carried a sandwich consisting of bread, salted fish, and pickled vegetables in their arms, which was right for lunch.

"I always feel that you are very motivated today?"

Bernie at the stern was biting a salted fish sandwich while steering the helm, looking at Lan En in a little surprise.

Lan En, who was sitting on the bow, had already finished his lunch in two or three bites, and was currently checking the buckles on the armor and boots one by one.

"I still need a lot of water ghosts to practice, Bernie. We can go west today. If we're lucky, we might even meet the water ghosts' nest."

"You are the boss, I have no objection."

Bernie shrugged nonchalantly.

After drinking so much last night, he doesn't care too much about the little catch he loses every day.

Maybe it was Lan En's enthusiasm that infected Bernie, and his boat was fast today.

It didn't take long along the shore of Fick Lake to reach their first tracking point.

It is very different from the muddy beach yesterday, the terrain along the coast here is dense woods.

Thick trees can almost expose their roots to the river bank.

Lan En gave an inexplicable "tsk".

The woods are a bit restrictive as a combat environment, but at the same time, Bernie's novelty track knowledge is bound to be on display in the woods.This makes Lan En a bit of a love-hate relationship.

"The number of fish in this area is also very good." Bernie said as he steered the boat to slow down.

"Go ashore and go northwest for a while, you will find Midcorps. There is also a well-known local blacksmith over there, maybe you will be interested?"

"Forget it." Lan En said flatly.

Ivan's craftsmanship has already revealed the level of handicraft in the land of Velen.

A well-known local blacksmith is probably at the same level as Ivan, far from a master.

Bernie shrugged, brushed the crumbs off his hands, put his long leather gloves back on, and tied the straps.

With a "crash", the two jumped off the boat together and walked towards the woods on the river bank.

Bernie consciously walked ahead and was responsible for tracking the traces.

"I said Lan En, will water ghosts still build their nests in the woods?"

He is a hunter, but he has no understanding of the habits of monsters, so he has this question.

Although Lan En "voluntarily" became a teacher without waiting for the tutor to finish teaching, he was taught anyway.

He slowly pulled out the silver sword of the Xiong Xue School with a "chuss", instead of taking the posture of bringing the hilt to the side of his face as usual.

Instead, the hands hang down naturally to hold the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword faces backwards, and the body of the sword remains on the right side as a whole.

Every time you move, you put your center of gravity on your toes, and your steps are light and steady.

This is not a state of active attack, but a posture for quick reaction.

"Water ghosts are amphibious creatures. Their only requirement for nesting is 'beside the water'. As for tidal flats, woods, or even farmland, it doesn't matter to them."

"Then these beasts are really tenacious."

"Who said it wasn't."

The two chatted one after another, mainly to relieve tension in this opaque woods.

The woods of Waylon are full of dangers. Wild dogs, wolves, and brown bears are just ordinary animals, and more dangerous monsters like to lurk in it.

Coupled with the good sound-absorbing ability of leaves and wood, once a basic person enters the woods for about 30 meters, he will not even be able to hear the screams of dying outside the woods.

Just imagine, a distance of only 30 meters, a few seconds on flat ground.

You're being eaten by monsters, and passers-by outside can't even hear you.

That's why the people of Wayren used to call the forest a "green swamp".

The two are still moving forward. According to Bernie, "Because they are in the woods, the broken scales and footprints of the water ghost are more abrupt and easy to identify."

But when the two really got close to the water ghosts, the woods still gave them a big jump.

Bernie should have let them face the water ghosts directly, and then slowly approached after confirming the situation.

But after losing clues several times in a row and finding them again, they did see the water ghost.
It's just that when they saw it, the water ghost was less than ten meters away from them!
The sideways are almost attached!
Fortunately, Bernie is an old hunter, and his movements in the woods are light and quiet, so he was not taken by the water ghost.

Lane and Bernie looked at each other, and Bernie's lips were trembling with fear.

It is impossible to see the situation of the water ghost group clearly from this distance, but it is completely unrealistic for the two of them to move their positions.

Fighting a battle without intelligence is a taboo for a witcher.

Reality is not a game, monsters are not distributed according to levels, and a demon hunter will face death if he makes a slight mistake.

An ordinary witcher could probably declare that his career was over when he encountered the current situation.

Lan En didn't have a useful "apprentice" to give him a thunderstorm.

"Tsk." But under such circumstances, the young man only clicked his tongue slightly.

Originally, with his current 13% [Trace Detection] proficiency, if Bernie checked and filled in the gaps, he would not have reached this point.

But on the road just now, his main energy was still on alert to danger, and on the skill of observing Bernie.

"No more Mentos!" Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the water ghost beside him who was gnawing on something.

"At your service, sir."

"Turn on the auxiliary function of the seal."

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