Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 32 32. Ghoul

Early the next morning, the smooth-haired Popai was led out by the villagers.

Lan En stroked the horse's nose. He knew that this guy was given extra food last night.

Two brand-new long swords are already on their backs.

Ivan rushed to work overnight last night, and Bernie, as he promised, contributed the best wood and fish skin to make a new scabbard.

From Lan En's point of view, the scabbard alone is worth five Oren coins.

In the panic last night, Auriden was able to appease the villagers thanks to Old Allen's disclosure of the information that Lan En would participate in the investigation.

In this day and age, shedding blood for one's faith is nothing more than natural.

Because, no one knows what troubles people who are too excited will cause under the agitation of emotions.

The horse's hooves stomped on the ground, splashing mud and weeds, and Lan En leaned lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.

So although Popai was carrying a load of hundreds of kilograms, he ran very happily.

Within two hours, Midcorps was in sight.

Slowing down, Poppy walked into the village in a jogging posture.

Lane's cat's eyes looked down unobtrusively, and the villagers here were the same as Auriden's.

They have completely lost their minds on work, even if this job is related to whether they can make ends meet.

"Aha! You're finally here."

It was the same tavern, and York, the halberd soldier, greeted him at the door.

It looks like it has been requisitioned by more than a dozen sergeants as a temporary residence.

"Officer Strenger is not sober yet, the others are fixing their equipment, and I was sent to receive you, Master."

Let York take Poppy's reins from him and tie it to the side of the tavern.

Lan En's nostrils fluttered, the smell of alcohol here was really choking.

"Thank you, just call me Lane, York. Let's hurry up, can you show me the body first?"

"Hey, I'm here to receive you, let's go."

York smiled and helped his helmet, and walked ahead with a halberd on his shoulder.

"We found a deserted house on the edge of the village, and the corpse was parked there. You know that the weather has been bad these days. To be honest, I have seen how capable demon hunters are. You and your teacher, that The old bastard was the best swordsman I've ever seen. But I don't think you'd find much in a rotting corpse."

Lane was silent about it.

In fact, he can't say anything, because his current [Trace Detection] proficiency is only 19%.

Although he thought that his mutation was perfect, the effect of the witcher's senses was not bad among demon hunters.

But the knowledge reserve about tracking is not even half of that of an ordinary Orion.

Talking too early is easy to lose face.

But when York and Lan En's footsteps were getting closer and closer to the outskirts of the village, Lan En sniffled and sighed.

His right hand went over his shoulder and touched the silver sword behind him.

"York."

"what?"

The halberd soldiers were still leading the way carelessly.

"I guess you didn't leave enough light around the body, and you didn't leave people to watch it."

"Hey, amazing! How do you know?" York turned around, only to see that Lan En had drawn out the silver sword.

His face and the hand holding the halberd suddenly tightened at the same time, "Is there a monster?"

Quick response, man.

Lan En looked at York in a little surprise, and continued.

"The faintly stinking corpse was not buried in the soil, nor burned, nor was it cared for by the ghouls."

Before York could react, Lan En had already activated his body, and entered the charging posture in an instant, the sudden transition between movement and stillness was like a ghost!

". Fuck!"

The long halberd soldier cursed angrily, and quickly followed.

Du Enhan's case is of great importance, and there are few clues now. If the victim's body is destroyed, one of the soldiers in their team will count as one, don't even think about it!
The distance was not far away, and Lan En could not go wrong by following the smell.

There are only two turns between the wooden houses in the village, and a very dilapidated wooden house is revealed in front of you.

Without stopping, the young man issued orders in his head.

"Mentos, block out the noise around you!"

"Received, the noise filtering has been completed."

All of a sudden, besides the sound of his own footsteps, Lan En could clearly hear the sound of twelve paws touching the ground in the room.

Ghouls are four-legged creatures, and there were three of them in the cabin.

"Oh!"

The wooden door was directly smashed into several large pieces by Lan En, and sawdust flew out.

Before the monster in the house roared, Lan En, who was located through the sound with the help of Mentos, although his vision was blocked by sawdust, he made a decisive decision to slash first!
"Shua-ow!!!"

The bright silver sword left a crescent-like afterimage in mid-air, and a ghoul had its leg cut off from the hip joint by this blind slash.

Even if it's a monster, it should be crippled this time.

York, who rushed over from behind, just like the cooperation with Lan En at the beginning, stabbed out with the long halberd.

The lying ghoul was stabbed to the side by him, and the whole body was pushed to the base of the wall with momentum.

At this moment, the only surviving monster frantically rushed towards the door behind Lan En, trying to escape.

Lan En didn't go up to block the road. Instead, he turned sideways and gave way to the path leading to the door.

The ghoul's footsteps became a little faster.

But above, out of view of the ghoul's all-fours vision, Lan was already holding the sword in both hands, raised above his head.

The monster brushed past Lan En's swinging clothes, but at the same time, a cold silver light fell from the sky.

With a bang, it fell directly into the ghoul's cervical spine!
Stopping the sword and turning sideways, in other swordsmanship, it only means changing the direction and changing the position.But in the Xiong school of swordsmanship, that represents a more powerful next blow!
Rotation is originally a part of Xiong School's swordsmanship to store energy.

After the slight "噗味" sound, only the corpse of the monster with its body separated rushed out of the door, bringing up a small cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.

Lan En paced to the side of the ghoul whose leg had been cut off first, stepped on its struggling and roaring body, and pierced the occipital hole in the back of its head with a silver sword.

The point of the sword came straight out of its mouth.

"Fucking monster." York also pulled out his halberd from the ghoul's body, looking frustrated.

"It's over, now there are no corpses."

Lan En's face was not good-looking either.

But after thinking about it, is it not my fault that I can't find the murderer?
Lan En was still a little worried that the result of the mission would affect his reputation.

Doesn't the service industry just seek a good reputation?
"?" Mentos sent a question mark in his mind.

Lan En: "You'?' What, the witcher pays wages based on reputation in high-level commissions, isn't it just in the service industry?"

Mentos fell silent.

But it's one thing to be smart and brainy, and Lan En is still very reliable when it comes to the task.

York had retreated outside the house, which was already fetid with the foul blood of the ghouls.

He looked dejected, and slightly terrified.

Without a doubt, the clues were gone.

This time the task is that even the Jazz must attach great importance to it, and directly send a dozen cavalry to fight.But the only clue was gnawed by ghouls right under their noses!
He didn't even dare to think about how he would be punished when he returned to the crow's nest.

"The murderer can't be caught. Not only the Sir will punish, but even the benevolent Goddess Melitelli may be angry!"

He is also actually a follower of the goddess Meritelli.

At this time, Lan En, who came out to breathe together, patted the self-pitying halberd soldier from behind, and walked into the house.

"Hey, if you want to collect money, you have to do something. Let me see if I can dig out some clues from this pile of 'kitchen waste'."

York was overjoyed immediately, and looked expectantly at Lan En's back.

He looked at Lan En who walked into the room with admiration, and said to himself that the witcher was a real monster.

He played with cow dung at home when he was a child, and when he grew up, he grew up in a room where people who had repaired dung pits in the military camp could not stay. Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was still sniffing hard inside.

Don't care if you can find clues, anyway, whoever said that the demon hunter doesn't work hard will be in a hurry with whom!
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