Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 34 34. Recourse
"Aha! Now the bastard can't run!"

Philip cheered happily, as if catching the man-eating criminal was already within reach.

"Master, you have to help us again. Let's chop this bastard together!"

Philip is not stupid to be qualified as a sergeant.

Now that we know the characteristics of the criminal, don't we have to find it slowly?But if you bring this witcher who is stronger than the priest of the temple
Maybe it will be finished today!

Lan En thought about it, it seemed inappropriate for him to kill two ghouls and say a few words for a mission with a total price of 230 Oren.

And
The young man's cat eyes narrowed slightly, like a big cat hunting for prey, with a cold light.

He really wanted to know what it was like to chop a cannibal.

"Have you secured the crime scene?"

Lane nodded to Philip, and then asked a question.

The sergeant patted his big belly, and the iron gloves collided with the armor in front of his belly with a "DuangDuang" sound.

"No one was watching the scene, but don't worry. Ever since this incident happened, although the surrounding villagers wished to tear up the murderer, no one dared to go to Duenhan again. After all, no one knew when the goddess would come." Lower your anger."

"understood."

Lane nodded slightly.

The incident happened five or six days ago, and if no one disturbed the scene, his witcher senses would probably be able to find the murderer's footprints directly.

"Then let's go."

"Okay, guys! Get on the horses!"

A group of soldiers marched mightily towards the stables of the tavern.

The residents of Midcops unanimously opened a small crack in the door of their wooden house.

With eyes mixed with fear and expectation, he watched this team of sergeants who wanted to bring the sinners who blasphemed the faith to justice.

Lane could understand the look.

It is actually difficult to make a specific distinction between soldiers and bandits in the feudal era, and they may even be more harmful than bandits because they are more organized.

A group of people splashed black mud on the muddy country road and rushed into the distance.

It is true that Durnham is half a day's journey from Midcorps, but that is based on the farmer's footsteps.

A group of cavalrymen arrived at their destination in just over an hour.

"Your, huh, your horse is fine, witcher."

After one and a half hours of continuous riding, Philip stumbled at the end and his breathing was disordered.

They have come near this crossroads of faith.

The surrounding residents did not dare to approach, but under the excitement of the crowd, they organized some young men with pitchforks and sticks to act as security patrols.

Philip and his slick Temerian-style armor won the trust. He tilted his head, spit and cursed twice, and the armed farmers moved out of the way.

But it is expected that if it is an ordinary traveling merchant, it is estimated that it will not be so smooth if it does not take out a few coins or part of the goods.

Lane had seen a bunch of garlic hanging from a farmer's neck anyway.

After Philip passed by, he complained softly to Lan En.

"That's why we should finish this matter quickly, otherwise this group of armed farmers will taste the sweetness of blocking the road, and they will probably work part-time as bandits during the slack season in the future. Just watch. The number of bandits in this area in the next few months It will be higher than other places.”

Lan En didn't nod or speak, but just followed the horse up and down.

On these topics, he can see more thoroughly than Philip who can only rely on experience, but all this is too far away for him now.

He had been taught that policing was never just policing.

Breaking it down, the essence should be people's livelihood issues, road traffic issues, governance funding issues, and so on.

If it needs to be subdivided, it will be a huge topic that will make people's brains explode.

He's just a witcher now.

Now, he is just going to hunt an "ogre".

"We have arrived."

The young man interrupted Philip's complaint without a trace.

Maybe it was the urgent work that made him forget about the misfortune of his family. At this time, Philip's temper was not so bad that he wanted to fight with someone.

Several people got off their horses more than ten meters away from this intersection.

Philip handed over the reins to his men, and Lane dismounted, and York stepped forward to take the reins from him.

"Thanks, man."

"You are a capable person, don't be shy."

The young man nodded to the halberdier.

When the witcher approached the intersection, his senses were fully opened, carefully observing every inch of the ground.

It is indeed as described by Bernie: three stone statues of women, several extinguished half-melted white candles, garlands and sacrifices offered by believers.

On the peaceful land, there is only a puddle of blackened blood splattered ferociously.

Lan En squatted down around the bloodstain and probed left and right.

"Sergeant, it may be different from the report you received. There are five or six footprints here."

"Master, there is no way to do this. The gods can't keep the farmers from watching the fun, right? Excluding the murderer and the victim, only three or four people have been here. To be honest, I want to applaud the farmers here."

"Okay ~ applause."

Lan En agreed perfunctorily, and the studded leather gloves patted in mid-air.

Leisure comes from the confidence to complete the task.

Mentos completed the identification of footprints. There are a total of five people's footprints here. The victim's footprints were due to seeing his shoes.

Therefore, it was screened and excluded in the first place.

Of the three remaining people, one weighed only about forty kilograms, and the other's stride showed that he was a full 180 centimeters.

All of them are inconsistent with Lan En's conjecture.

The remaining one is undoubtedly the "ogre".

The young man's eyes followed the set of footprints, he stood up, followed around the bloodstains.

Seeing this, Philip waved his iron glove fiercely in mid-air.

"Aha! I knew he could do it! Keep up!"

One by one, the sharp blades were pulled out of the scabbards of the sergeants, and the cold and chilling air gathered on this group of people.

After all, he is a veteran who has experienced serious wars, excluding such problems as stealing, rape and slippery.

They are very familiar with killing people and the preparations before killing people.

To the east, Durnham can enter Fick Lake by water.To the north there is a main road through Midcorps.To the west there is a road leading directly to the coastal foothills west of Wayren.

It can be called a regional transportation hub.

And only in the south, there is no good road because it is full of swamps.

The footprints point to the south.

After going deep into the swamp, there was no good way to go, and the sergeants were a little annoyed.

But fortunately, Lan En's demon hunter vision has not been lost. In the muddy swamp, the murderer's footprints have been stepped on deeper.

"He walked back and forth several times. At different times, I think he may have realized how much trouble he has caused. Maybe there will be traps on the way."

Lane tilted his head and reported the situation to Philip.

The veteran leader was calm.

"Be more careful when you explore the way, but it's okay if you miss it, we don't have nothing to do under Jazz."

Lan En was not surprised by this calmness, and he was also very relaxed at the moment.

There is no suspense at all for a dozen people with swords to catch a lone murderer.

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