Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 30 30. The Cannibal Case of Du Enhan

People seem to have the same reaction when they see a witcher's cat's eyes for the first time.

With an exclamation, he leaned back hard and became on guard.

Then, it can be a normal conversation.

Surrounded by professional soldiers, their courage is naturally superior to that of ordinary farmers.

So after a little noise, calm was restored.

"Witcher?" Philip snorted twice, spitting to the side.

"It's really getting more and more chaotic these years, and all kinds of messy things come out."

Lane didn't respond to his nagging.

"That's the way it is, sir. Let's talk about our suspicions."

"uh-huh?"

Philip motioned to himself to listen.

"I'm an outsider, Mr. Sergeant. I don't know where Dunhan is, but the crow's nest where Sir Weatherard is located is about three days away. So according to what you just said, Dunhan is about [-] meters away. Crow's Nest is at least two and a half days away."

The young man showed his fingers to the surrounding soldiers.

"The news of the murder case has passed, and then I will send you to deal with it. At least five days before the day of the murder, right? And the two of us"

Lane moved his fingers back and forth between himself and Bernie.

The meaning is self-evident, the time is not right.

This is an obvious flaw, but what's interesting is that Lane didn't feel the embarrassment of being pointed out wrong from Philip.

The man frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Lan En and said, "A few days ago, someone of your kind in Weilun was hunted down and killed."

"I also helped in that battle."

Lan En didn't want to hide anything.

Philip nodded upon hearing this.

"It just so happens that York is also in the village, let him come and recognize you. Let's go."

Without giving them a chance to speak, eleven cavalry surrounded them and walked towards the village a hundred meters away.

Halfway through, Bernie seemed still in shock from what he had heard.

Lan En walked beside him and asked without hesitation.

"Where is Dunhan?"

Lan En has a clear understanding of Waylon. He knows that it is nothing to die here, so the important thing is the place of Dunhan.

Eleven cavalrymen, and it sounds like there are still men in the village. Compared with this time, Boerdong's pursuit is like a joke.

Suffice it to say how important this place is.

"It's not an important town, it's just a road crossing. But it's where all the villages around us worship the goddess Meritelli together. What inhuman bastard would profane in that sacred place?!"

Bernie whispered indignantly, as if he had temporarily forgotten the wound on his hand.

At the same time, Lan En also immediately realized that this matter was indeed serious.

How would you describe the Meritelli Faith?
Let's put it this way, even if it is the king's personal guard, as long as he dares to touch a hair of the priestess in any Meritelli temple.

Then it doesn't have to be night, at dusk, we can see his body hanging from the black locust tree at the intersection.

And it was not a deliberate revenge, but caused by pure public grievances, and the king himself had to bow his head and admit it.

Meritelli is the belief of every lady in the northern kingdom. The belief of this goddess has never been involved in politics, power, or competition for interests.

It is simply to spread the teachings of love and peace.

But it is this kind of "indisputability" that has created the unparalleled influence of Meritelli's belief.

Because every woman who believes in Him has many identities.

Daughter, mother, wife. Even a king has a mother!Even bandits want wives!
You want to hurt Meritelli's faith?
Then you must have thought about how you will die, right?
It's different from when Wesselard paid close attention to law and order to sell favors to the king's cousin during the Auriden Carriage Race.

The murder at the place of worship in Durnham is a real event that will cause panic and anger in the Weren area.

"Not only that, kid." Philip, who was on horseback, had to take out a copper wine jug for a few sips during the few steps.

"That was not a simple murder"

As if recalling some indescribable scene, the man continued to speak with an ugly expression when the wine in his mouth was swallowed.

"Part of the victim's body was eaten."

been eaten?
Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, but Bernie couldn't figure it out.

"Is there a beast or a monster, did it destroy the scene? Damn it! In the past, everyone worshiped and prayed there, and no monster in Dunhan dared to approach!"

"Monster? Oh, it's fine if it's a monster."

Philip took another sip of wine and sneered inexplicably.

"What do you mean. People?" Bernie's eyes widened. "You mean people eat them?! The murderer eats people in that place of faith?!"

"Hey, anyway, we didn't see any traces of beasts or monsters around."

"You are just soldiers, not scouts or trackers! You are not experts, so you can't make such light conclusions!"

Bernie immediately opened his mouth to argue that he was not exonerating the murderer, but refusing to believe that the place of faith in their area had been so severely desecrated.

And what he didn't expect was that Philip happily admitted it.

"Yes, we are good at cutting people, but we are really not experts when it comes to traces and monsters."

Lane cut in at this point.

"So Bernie, think again, what do you think they spent so long with us?"

Philip smiled and simply nodded.

"It's for you, demon hunter. You are the experts when it comes to monsters. To be honest, we were just routinely interrogating every suspect, but as soon as you looked up, I knew I had won the lottery."

"I'll talk about whether I win or not. Now I have to treat my friend's wound first."

The distance of more than [-] meters was quickly completed, and a group of people got off their horses and walked into the tavern, where there were four soldiers wearing Temerian-style armor sitting at the table.

Lan saw the halberdier he had seen a few days ago, but he didn't speak for a while, instead he asked for a glass of rye vodka.

The glasses used in taverns are different from beer for this kind of high alcohol, it is a kind of small wine glass that can be held around the tiger's mouth.

Lane poured it directly on Bernie's hand, making him cry out "Aww".

"Have another drink, man," Philip called. "I'll have to clean the wound up again later."

The strong man waved his hand behind him, and a soldier naturally shrugged and came over to help bandage it.

It was only now that Lan En turned his head, smiled and nodded to the halberd soldiers who had fought together.

"I still want to meet you at the crow's nest sometime, but I didn't expect to see you now."

Halberdier York, ignoring the weird eyes of the people around him, touched his beer mug to the empty mug in Lan En's hand, and gulped it down.

"Gudu-huh! Haha, who would have thought that the current world would be in such a mess? I didn't know until I went back to Crow's Nest that someone dared to do such a thing in Dunhan."

After exchanging greetings with the witcher, York turned to face his officer.

"Sergeant, this is the Master Witcher I mentioned. An honorable gentleman."

Philip waved his hand and rudely asked the bartender for a drink, while York took advantage of this moment to whisper to the young man solemnly.

"You'd better not touch the sergeant's eyebrows now. His wife was just found out to be cheating, and his lover was chopped up and fed to the dogs."

"Literally 'chopped and fed to the dogs'?"

"Literally."

"Wow."

Lan En clicked his tongue slightly, ordered another glass of rye vodka, and touched York.

"Thanks for the reminder, I said he wanted to find an excuse to beat us up when he first started."

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