Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 286. The Cormorant Curses the Demon Hunter

After dealing with the corpse on the road, Lan arrived at a small place called Hamm in Verdon in the afternoon.

The demon hunter stopped Poppy in front of the tavern, and got off the horse with the supply bag that had become quite empty, ready to fill the water bladder, as well as bread, cheese, roast chicken and so on.

Pushing open the splicing door that was emitting heat from the cracks in the planks, Lan walked in.

The tall figure is not eye-catching because everyone wears bloated clothes in winter.

Lane now only wears Arondette on his waist, and his eyes are buried under the hood, so the drunks in the tavern didn't realize that he was a mutant.

"There's something here. Forget it, let's have a stronger cup first."

The owner of the tavern was a man whose rags on his shoulders were starting to turn black and shiny. He was greeting the three tables of drunkards in the tavern alone. He shrugged his shoulders in a familiar way.

As usual, a small wooden cup the size of a tiger's mouth ring was placed on it, and then a half-full glass bottle was taken out from under the counter, and the strong-smelling liquid was poured out.

"The vodka I brewed myself is the best to keep out the cold."

Lan En pinched the wine glass with three fingers and lifted it slightly towards the boss, then emptied the wine glass in one gulp, and after swallowing, let out a breath that smelled of alcohol from between his teeth.

"Huh - how far is it from the border of Brugge?"

The tavern owner took back Lan En's used cup, poured water, shook it dry, and then put it upside down on the table, waiting for it to dry.

"We have baked apples here, cold reheatable bread, carrots, potatoes, and if you can afford it, I'll get you a grilled fish. From here it's a two-and-a-half day walk along the woods and you'll see Arrived at the border checkpoint."

The boss answered Lan En's two questions at once.

The demon hunter's hood was dotted up and down, and the thick arm armor exposed under the cloak made the boss look sideways, but there was no further reaction.

The current situation is turbulent, and it is a miracle that there is no one who dares to go on the road alone these days.

It's just that this person's equipment is a bit better today.

It's not uncommon for him to open a tavern on the side of the road.

"Put everything that can fit in the bag, fill the water bag with light beer, and I'll eat the grilled fish here, thank you."

"A total of two silver coins for this sir?"

Lan En's politeness made the boss look at him again in surprise, and later even said the honorific in an uncertain tone.

Seeing Lan En's leather glove with two dull silver coins on the table, he quickly started to prepare to start a gang.

"There's room over there, sir. Please don't mind those drunks, they won't get in the way."

"Of course, I don't care."

As he said that, Lan En had already walked to the seat, gathered the hem of the cloak, and sat on the bench.

These alcoholics who started drinking in the afternoon were all nearby farmers. During the slack season in winter, they either went out to drink every day, or beat their wives at home until they screamed.

These people really wouldn't cause any trouble, but if they were allowed to see Lan En's cat's eyes when they were drunk, they would probably be a little drifting.

People with low status, when they see people with lower status than themselves, the excitement and sense of superiority will even be greater than that of gentlemen.

A witcher is someone low enough.

Although Lan En can lay down the entire tavern with one hand, what's the use?The perception of the crowd with long-term inertia will not be different because of a fight.

"Have you heard?"

A drunken farmer said with a smile to his companion.

"Our Miss Eliza thought of a way to save her brother again this time. She wanted to knit a sweater out of nettles for her brother to wear."

"Sir Freixnet can still be saved? How long has he been a cormorant? It must have been two years?"

"He deserves it, who is not good to sleep with, sleep with a witch? I tell you, there are curses in the witch's anus! A man stabbing it in will do no good! As long as you dare to leave her, you will become a coward the next day." Mortar!"

The harsh and explicit comments that came out of the farmers' mouths were full of absurd imaginations, which made Lan En cough immediately.

He felt that Margarita should not have given himself such a curse.

A curse that turns people into cormorants. Tsk, if there were no sorcerers or witchers, the folk remedies in folklore probably wouldn't be able to cure this Sir Freixnet for a lifetime.

Amidst the lively discussions among the farmers, the grilled fish was served.

Lane took a fork and began to split the white meat off the bone. The boss sent an extra glass of light beer, and then went back to the counter to fill his supply bag.

The farmers on the table behind became more energetic during the discussion.

A nobleman is cursed to become a waterfowl, and his sister tries her best to break the curse. This is really an excellent conversation topic in a boring medieval countryside.

At least for a while, Lan En had heard doubts coming from the table behind him.

Said that the jazz did not become a cormorant, but was cursed to become a swan.

Witches are women too, and as long as they are women, they always prefer white swans to cormorants.

The farmer at the same table who started telling the story quickly changed his mind after a moment of self-doubt, saying that he just turned into a swan.

It seems that such a statement can make the whole story more vivid and romantic.

For the sake of the fluency of the story, and to attract more eyeballs and audiences during the storytelling process, the storyteller has always been not stingy with "appropriately adapting" the facts.

While Lan En was eating fish, he witnessed the birth of a rumor.

He should not only laugh but also feel sorry for the knight, in short, he couldn't laugh or cry.

The knight's sister tried in vain to try to lift the curse by means of country legend.

Curses should be handed over to professionals, such as warlocks, such as demon hunters.

However, information that becomes 'rumours' in the process of spreading will cause a lot of trouble to those who break the curse and increase the difficulty out of thin air.

Lan En quickly finished the not-so-big grilled fish, took the supply bag packed by the boss, and was ready to start again.

As for the witcher business of lifting the curse, I have no actual combat experience yet, so don't practice on this jazz.

If it doesn't work out, he won't even be able to do cormorants.

Now, the young witcher can only pray in his heart that the knight will not die from the parasite on the raw fish before the curse is lifted.

But just when the young people were about to approach the icy cold wind again, the farmers' jokes entered a new stage.

"Okay, okay, this fun is about to end. King Aiweier has had enough of the humiliation that our knights have suffered and affected the country's reputation. He was generous once in a while. He took out a sum of money and invited a witcher to come. Lift the curse on our Lord Hamm."

"The Last Hunter? Who is that?"

"It's a demon hunter, you idiot. A guy who specializes in lifting curses and hunting monsters."

"Oh!" There was a gurgle of drinking, accompanied by a belch. "Hi-then they are still weird!"

"Okay? What a fart! You think they are kind, but they want a lot of gold coins, and your children! They are all monsters, monsters kill monsters, and the guy who works with King Ewell is said to have grown a milk White hair! Cat's eyes! It's chilling to look at!"

Lan En paused for a moment when he opened the wooden door of the tavern, and then walked out normally.

One strand of his silver hair, which shimmered in the light, slipped from the hood of his cloak.

"Coming together?"

"Whedon, Brugge, there are three witch hunters now?"

After getting on his horse, Lan En walked towards the most magnificent manor in the village.Under the hood, a delighted smile appeared on the slender and graceful lips.

"It's really lively."

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(End of this chapter)