Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 301. Chapter 300.
The sudden punch, followed by the spray of blood, silenced all the onlookers.

Lan En let go of Mutter's collar with his hand, and his already limp body was only twitching nervously on the ground.Mrs. Leeds, who was lying on the ground, was no longer frightened by the bloody scene.

She only felt that the sky was about to fall. Losing Mutter, who was the elder of the village, her life was counting down.

But Lan En, after directly hammering Mutter's entire jaw, did not show any entanglement.

The air hammer technique in the Xianfeng Temple boxing method prevented the blood that gushed out from staining his gloves and cheeks.

It's just that the hem of the Xiong School's armor and the waist and abdomen were stained with scarlet.

He glanced at Mrs. Leeds, who was so desperate that she lost even panic, and threw a bone fragment on the ground.

Then take the bone fragment as the center point. "【Yarden】!"

A circle of runes glowing with purple magical aura emerged on the ground, and ordinary villagers and Mrs. Leeds all watched this scene in surprise.

Magic is rare and precious knowledge. Even if these villagers find out all three generations of their ancestors, there may not be anyone who has actually seen magic.

In this dim lighting condition, the supernatural aura of magic is even more frightening and curious.

Lan En picked up the bone fragments on the ground after the light of the [Yarden Sign] dissipated, and threw them to the dazed Mrs. Leeds.

"The field polluted by the daytime demon spirit has returned to normal, but the evil magic left by the demon spirit will still make humans uncomfortable there. This bone piece can protect the holder from farming in that field."

Immediately, everyone looked at the bone fragment in Liz's hand with curious and searching eyes.It seems to be exploring the power of the legendary magic.

But Lan En knew—this was a lie.

If the Sign of Arden had this effect, demon hunters could make money just by producing amulets in batches.

"You said that you couldn't live without your husband. This is for your help. An extra field should be enough for you."

If no one cared about a mutant until the Witcher had taken care of the Draenor.

But now, the villagers attach 120 points to the expert's opinion.

A field that can be cultivated again needs to be plowed and ridged again after two years of neglect. In short, it takes a lot of energy.

If this is an ordinary field, it would be a lot of effort, but there is still the 'evil magic left by the demon spirit'. In order to save the land, it is really not worth it.

Except for Mrs. Leeds, who had no choice but to make a living, most of the other villagers would not want to have anything to do with that unlucky field.

"So be it."

After looking around for the last time, the villagers who made eye contact with the cat's eyes all unconsciously avoided looking at each other.

Lane lifted Mutter's body from the ground and walked towards Popi who was chained to the fence.

He was going to leave at night.
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By the afternoon of the next day, Lane rode to the place agreed with Geralt.

This was the last stop on Geralt's investigation itinerary, and they agreed to meet here.

Mutter's body was wrapped in canvas by Lane, and the winter temperature made it not emit any unacceptable smell.

Lan En's consideration for bringing this corpse is mainly because it has been described in many curse knowledge books. The people in the curse ceremony are also an important factor in the formation of the ceremony. Maybe this corpse will play a role in breaking the curse.

Of course, the specific situation has to be decided by an experienced senior like Geralt.

But having said that, this white wolf seems to have never been too relieved of himself, and now he investigates by himself and returns directly with a corpse.
He won't draw his sword directly with me, will he?

Lan En, who was sitting on horseback, immediately shook his head and shook off this thought.

The old witcher must be well-informed and experienced, calm and calm. How could he embarrass himself, a young and ignorant cub?

Lan En clamped the belly of Jiabopai with his heel, and the horse of good blood immediately started to trot forward.

The corpse lying across the horse's back was already frozen there.

This is a typical small village in the northern countries. Lan En skillfully used his eyes to scare away the dogs and chickens who wanted to run and bark after him.

After installing this [Second Heart] watered with dragon's blood growth agent, he can naturally do such a thing.

Of course, the beasts in the Weiming country who were nourished by the water of the source will not care about a few fierce eyes.

Lan En was looking for the old witcher he had made an appointment with in the village. When he passed by the obviously more luxurious house of the village elder, he vaguely heard the sound of celebration and laughter inside.

He felt that something good might have happened to the village.

But Geralt wasn't in there.

The old witcher should not miss the appointment, Lan En was a little puzzled about this.So he temporarily put Popie by the fence of the village, allowing him to eat some grass and drink some water by himself.

On foot, he tried to find traces of Geralt from the village.

This is not difficult. Because the village is next to the lake, the ground is extremely muddy, and the boots make marks.

The quality of the witcher's leather boots is very good, because they don't want the boots that are used to grip the ground on their feet to slip suddenly when they are fighting monsters to the death.

Boots of this grade leave a conspicuous footprint in a village where most people don't even have shoes on.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, his eyes followed the footprints on the ground and slowly raised until he saw the direction of the footprints - a windmill in the village.

mill?What is the witcher doing here?
Now is not the time for the mill to be busy, so no one is watching this way.

Lan En walked over along the footprints, and on the way, he heard the sound of a shovel being inserted into the ground, and the sound of the old witcher gasping for breath.

Sure enough, after making a detour, Lan En poked his head from the corner of the mill, and saw the milky white hair that was messed up by sweat and movements.

"Yo, what are you busy with?"

The sudden sound didn't alarm Geralt. Although every witcher's footsteps are light due to sword training, the composite armor of the Bear School will inevitably ring.

Geralt could hear it even when he was digging.

So, the white wolf just brushed off the hair sticking to his cheek, glanced at the bear cub who was poking his head, and then continued digging.

Lan En's whole body came out from behind the wall.

"Are you digging treasure?"

"Not treasure digging." Geralt replied as he continued to shovel. "It's the pursuit of rewards!"

"You also spent a lot of time there. I guess you are probably the same as me. You have encountered serial missions, right?"

Lan En hadn't heard the word 'serial mission', but it made sense when he thought about it.

Received a big order, and then when you went out to collect information and necessary items, the locals told you again, 'If you don't help us, you can't even think about doing things'. This is probably a serial task.

There are too many demon hunters like Geralt who have been on the market for an unknown amount of time.

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(End of this chapter)