Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 29 29. Philip Strenger

"Thank you, thank you!"

Bernie's eyes were staring, and the old linen clothes on his body were covered with dirt.

Even though the water ghost that almost ripped his neck off was dead, his hand was still holding his hunting knife stiffly.

Lan En had to forcibly break his fingers and snatch the knife from his hand when he was on the ground to stand up, so as not to let him hurt himself.

The mental impact of facing life and death is huge, and Lan En is familiar with this feeling.

It wasn't until the young man pulled out his sword from the corpse of the water ghost and looked at the gap in it with distress that Bernie probably regained his senses.

Panting heavily, he staggered up to Lan En, and hugged the dazed witcher.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

"Thank you for saving my life, I can't imagine what I would do without my family. Tessa is so young, he can't protect his mother and me."

Some people may have malicious speculations about hugs between men.

But at this moment, Bernie's gratitude comes from the bottom of his heart.

This gratitude stems from the fear of the situation just now, and the fear of the family losing their own future.

So when a man choked up and hugged Lan En with such a mood.

The young witcher only patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Lan, I'll repair your sword. I'll also use the best wood, wrap it with the best fish skin from Auriden, and make the best scabbard!"

"thanks, thanks."

Bernie let go, picked up the silver sword in the young man's hand and made a solemn promise to him.

Lane smiled and waved his hand.

"I can accept the scabbard, but forget about the sword, let Ivan do it. This is the loss in the mission, and you shouldn't bear it alone."

"Come on, there shouldn't be any danger nearby. You got scratched a few times by water ghosts, and you need to wash them quickly. Who knows what dirty things those beasts' claws have caught. You said before that this place is near Midcorps? Let's go there and fix it first."

Bernie opened his mouth and looked at the long leather glove on his hand, which was almost torn apart by the water ghost's claws.

The flesh and blood under the glove had just left the battle, and the adrenaline level in his body was still high, so he didn't feel any pain for a while.

And if it weren't for this glove, the phalanx of that hand would probably be visible by now.

After identifying the direction, Bernie, who knew the way, took the lead, and the two who broke away from the battle approached Midcops Village.

There are no two packs of powerful predators in one area.

The group of water ghosts that had just been cleaned up by Lan En had a deterrent effect in the vicinity, and the closer to the human settlement, the less monster activities would be.

So the two of them can be said to be safe along the way.

"Did you use magic just now?" Bernie walked ahead, holding his injured hand, dripping with cold sweat.

He's starting to feel pain now, talking half out of distraction, half out of genuine curiosity.

"You demon hunters really know magic?!"

Lan En, who has recovered a lot, also knows that he is having a hard time now, so he responds casually while maintaining vigilance.

"That's just a seal, a trick."

"Trick? But you let out such a big fire! Ten monsters were burned to death! I dare say I heard at least ten monsters screaming!"

Lan En's tone was a little helpless.

"Only five. How can I tell you?"

"The fire tornado is something that can't be met. I calculated the location, terrain, temperature and humidity. The woods are not a place with cluttered airflow interference, so I can use the Alder seal to blow the wind I want."

Lane paused and looked at Bernie's puzzled eyes when he turned around.

He gave up on himself and said: "You should be an elite crossbowman. He chose a good ordnance crossbow for me, adjusted the sight, and pulled the bowstring, and I just pulled the trigger. Just a 'trigger'."

Bernie didn't reply for a while, and after a while, he tentatively asked.

"You mean you are blessed by the gods?"

Lan En took a deep breath, his lips trembling, not knowing what to say.

He decided that it would be better to let Bernie hurt a little bit.

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Bernie's knowledge of local geography is trustworthy.

While he was holding his hand to lead the way, the two walked out of the woods without much effort.

Not far from the line of sight, a group of houses made of thatch and wooden boards sit safely on a large open space.

Midcorps is one of the largest villages and resting points in Waylon.

"Let's go, Lan, I still have some friends here. Maybe they can buy us a few drinks after seeing how miserable I am."

Looking at Bernie's pale cheeks contorted in pain, Lane nodded.

"Yeah, you really need a few drinks to get strong."

The two continued to walk towards the village, but when they were about [-] meters away from the entrance of the village, Lan En's ears trembled slightly.

He grabbed Bernie who still wanted to move on.

"What are you doing?"

Bernie asked a little confused, but the next moment, the menacing sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground came from the village.

A dozen or so horses flew up with their hooves flying up mud spots and cow dung from the fields.

When the dozen or so cavalrymen came to the two of them and surrounded them and jogged in a circle, Bernie had already dragged his injured hand and raised it slightly to signal his harmlessness.

After leaving the forest, the two of them had no power to fight back against a dozen or so cavalrymen.

The body odor of the horse and the sludge on the horse's hooves were mixed together, and the two surrounded by the cavalry felt the smell was even stronger.

But in this case, anyone with a normal IQ would not act rashly.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Among the cavalry, the leader asked in a very aggressive tone.

In order to prevent the other party from being a guy who discriminates against demon hunters, Lan En kept his eyes down all the time, and only glanced away at the moment the other party rushed over.

These men were all wearing Temerian standard armor, but the leader was different from ordinary soldiers. His lined mail armor was a hoodie style.There is also a small palm-sized shield mounted on the heart of the left chest of the armor, with the Temerian white lily emblem printed on it.

All in all, it's more advanced.

The figure of this man is between strong and fat, and he looks like a physique that can fight.

Red nose, heavy alcohol smell. Alcoholism?
Bernie is just a village hunter. He has seen the lord's cavalry, but he has never been surrounded by cavalry before, so he doesn't know what to say now.

The young man was thinking and responding methodically.

"In what capacity are you interrogating me, my honour?"

The underlying meaning of this sentence is to ask the other party's law enforcement power. There is a big village a hundred meters away. Unless all the people there are killed, everything that happened here today will reach the ears of the lord.

If the officers and soldiers are spontaneously fishing for oil and water, then at this point, they will realize that they will accept it as soon as it is good, and it will not be too much.

But the chief of the cavalry, who had been drinking a lot, didn't seem to care at all.

He turned to his companion, laughing loudly and cursing.

"The plague is on, guys! This kid is surrounded by eleven cavalrymen, and he dares to ask me what the hell I am!?"

After laughing and cursing, the leader reined in the horse and stopped the horses from strolling. At this time, they were facing the two of them.

He leaned forward, put his arms on the saddle, and leaned forward.

"Just right, I also like to speak bluntly."

"I am Sergeant Philip Strenger, serving Ser Weatherard of Velen, and I have been ordered to investigate a heinous murder in Dornham."

As soon as Du Enhan said the three words, Lan En didn't respond, but Bernie, who was originally silent, widened his eyes first.

He yelled in disbelief: "Dunhan? Meritelli! Which daring bastard would do bad things there?!"

When he shouted, his surprise and disbelief seemed to overwhelm the pain of injury.

But what greeted him was not an answer, but a full ten "crack" sounds of drawing the sword out of its sheath.

All his men turned their swords on the two of them except Philip.

"Dunhan is only half a day away from here, and you—two suspicious-looking and injured people, appeared here."

"Gentlemen, you have a problem."

Bernie was beyond words.

But Lan sighed and lifted his head.

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