Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 300
After the demon hunter dealt with the day demon spirit, he returned to the village.

No one in the village sleeps tonight, and the precious firewood and lamp oil are lit just to make the panic-stricken humans feel a little bit safe.

The return of the witcher greatly inspired people's enthusiasm, and the villagers began to cheer and jump for joy.

But Lan En, who entered the village, didn't stop to enjoy this rare bright moment for mutants.

His calm expression did not fluctuate at all, and he walked straight across the crowd towards the village elder's house.

After the villagers saw him like this, their cheers gradually faded until they fell silent.

"Bang bang bang" knock on the door.

That was the sound of the iron nails on the leather gloves hitting the wooden door.

Lan En's steady and calm voice sounded after the knock on the door.

"Mutter, open the door. You should have figured out who the woman you raped and killed two years ago was, right? You should go and give your baron an explanation."

A trembling tone came from the wooden door.

"Don't, don't, Lane! Please! Have mercy!"

"Lane, you're a witcher! You're a hunter of curses and witches! That woman she cursed Sir, and it's all her fault, isn't it? She turned Sir into a funny water bird! No I!"

"Witches who curse others deserve to die, don't they?"

The villagers looked in this direction under the lack of firelight, Lan En put one hand on the wooden door, but did not use violence directly.

"The baron's curse was imposed by something in Brokleon Forest, and the woman just complained and was heard! Wouldn't your wife and you quarrel? Is this her fault? "

"You said it too!" Mutter shouted tremblingly inside the door.

"You said it too! It was the green whores in the forest who did a good job! I was also affected! They must have cursed me with vicious magic to make me do that kind of thing!"

Lan En didn't speak, and the atmosphere became unbearably silent.

After a long time, the demon hunter's voice without emotion resounded.

"You think it was magic that drove you to this bestiality, Mutt? I've seen a lot of your kind. They think the world is full of malevolent magic, ready to turn on the poor farmer. Wizards who cast curses. But I know they are wrong."

"You guys believe in your own ideas, but I know you're wrong."

Lane repeated it seriously.

"You like to make up a weird reason for your weird behavior, preferably magic, monsters, and other reasons that sound dangerous and irresistible. In this way, you will look less weird yourself."

"So when you cheat, beat your wife, drink too much, steal, abandon your mother and father, and kill a pregnant beast with an axe, you will think of those weird 'bad stars' in your mouth, and think that those things are the real ones. The monster. You can relax because of this, and then live calmly and calmly."

"Oh, what the hell."

Lane even laughed out loud at the end.

But the laughter was not at all pleasantly contagious.

"Have you ever traveled long distances, Mutter?"

"No? It doesn't matter if you don't, let me tell you."

The laughter gradually deepened, and in the end, it turned into a cold statement.

"Even the gangsters in their hometown will help travelers who are in trouble on the long road. Because helping others is helping themselves. The journey is difficult and full of hardships. The atmosphere of helping each other can give them a little hope of reaching their goals alive. , this is an unwritten rule that has emerged from the dead for hundreds of years after the stability of human society. And you, Mutt."

"You raped and killed a woman who came to your village after a long journey."

"The woman came here just to complain to the magical forest. Her complaint turned into a curse. That's what happened to her with the baron, plus the witcher. It has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with you. Rape and murder have nothing to do with it!"

"Oh!"

Sawdust flew, mixed with the screams of human fear.

The big hand wearing a studded leather glove smashed through the wooden door of the village elder's house, and pulled him out by his collar.

"Ah! Have mercy! Have mercy!"

The nearly fifty-year-old village elder yelled like killing a chicken, subconsciously trying to break Lan En's hand holding his collar.

But he could only vainly leave his own blood on the iron nails on the glove, and couldn't let the big hand relax in the slightest.

After pulling Mutter out, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the wooden door with only the door frame left.

She was holding a thick firewood in her hand, and she was about to hit Lan En timidly.

And the witcher didn't even look at her, just pinched her neck with his free hand, and the advantage of her arm length prevented her from touching the demon hunter's body at all.

This is Mutter's wife, Lan En had eaten the mushroom soup made by her last night.

The demon hunter's thumb and forefinger exerted force, using only two fingers to complete a twist-like structure.The fingers suppressed the blood flow of the blood vessels in the neck, and the woman began to roll her eyes after four or five seconds, and entered a semi-comatose state of cerebral ischemia.

Lan En then let go of his hand, letting the dazed woman fall to the ground, restoring breathing and blood flow to the neck.

A properly controlled grip will not cause substantial damage to her, but it will not give her the ability to make trouble.

"Lane! Lane!"

On the other hand, the elder of the village, who knew he couldn't break free, yelled.

"Look at Liz! Look at her! She's not young anymore, and our son is a white-eyed wolf, and he ran away long ago! How can she live without me? She didn't even dare to hit you hard just now, How can such a person survive alone in this world?"

"Yeah, I made a mistake and committed a crime two years ago! But Liz is innocent, right?!"

"You ate the meal she made last night, do you want her to die now?"

"Let me go, Lan En, please! That woman is dead, I'm sorry for her, but you shouldn't let another innocent woman die because of this, right?"

While twisting in Lan En's hand, Mutter shouted hoarsely, his tone was sincere, as if he was really a good husband who was really thinking about the future life of his old and gentle wife.

Although Liz on the ground couldn't move anymore, she cried and raised her head, looking at the demon hunter's cat's eyes with pleading eyes.

A dilemma.

Lane sighed inwardly.

A classic is the choice between punishing the sinner or taking care of the innocent who depend on the sinner for survival.

"Moral kidnapping, right?"

The young witcher muttered to himself, with a faint hot breath spilling out from the teeth at the corner of his mouth.

In Mutter's eyes, this seemed to be a symbol of shaking, and he had a relieved expression on his face.

But then, the expression froze.

"I'm moral, do you still need you to kidnap, rape and kill those bastards?"

A fist that was half the size of an ordinary person's head hit Mutter's sluggish face directly from the side!

The shattering and snapping of the bones happened too fast and was wrapped in flesh, so it made a dull sound, similar to the sound of a large handful of celery being snapped off at once.

"Crack!"

The upper half of Mutter's face still maintained the frozen, relieved expression just now.

And his entire lower jaw has been smashed and torn off by the huge fist force and the iron nails on the glove!

The blood sprayed like crazy as if it had been squeezed out of an uncovered juicer.

Now Mutter, his chin is already the same as that of the demon spirit in the daytime.

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(End of this chapter)