Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 36 36. Burning Bounty Conversion
So much for the cannibal case.

Lan En felt the existence of a group of cannibals, but in this world, they really didn't seem to be an important matter.

All that needs to be done now is to bring the murderer to the Crow's Nest and collect the bounty of 230 Oren along the way.

Before leaving, Lan En went back to Oridon and took his damaged armor.

He planned to see if it could be repaired directly in the crow's nest.

Ivan didn't mention the matter of going with him, which can be regarded as a manifestation of Auriden's trust in young people.

"So... the beast was caught?"

Old Allen stood at the entrance of the village asking questions, behind him were pairs of nervous eyes.

"Well, I caught it, it didn't take much trouble." Lan En said with a smile while putting the armor package on Popie's back.

"He is a cannibal, but he doesn't know where Du Enhan is, so he commits crimes there. It's not a deliberate provocation against the belief of the goddess, don't worry."

If it is a deliberate provocation, then several surrounding villages are ready to maintain a young and strong patrol team.

Because there must be more than one wave of provocation.

But now there is no need to waste these manpower, which makes everyone relieved.

Lan joined up with Philip Strenger's team, and together they headed north to Crow's Nest.

The journey on horseback takes almost two days.

As for the murderer, it was no surprise that he started to have a fever that night.

After all, it is unrealistic not to be infected if the sole of the foot is pierced and brought out of the swamp.

"Tsk, master, do you have any potions that can hang his life? Two days is enough, wait for you to get the bounty, right?"

Philip rubbed his hands and came to Lan En feeling a little embarrassed.

Lan En, who was sitting by the fire, immediately offered a set of three: "No, no, I don't know."

In fact, there are a lot of potions, sword oil and so on in the alchemy bag.

But the toxicity is too strong for ordinary people, the murderer probably died or became stupid after drinking it.

Although Sir Weatherard probably didn't care if the person he executed was a fool, but... how expensive that thing is!

I'm not even willing to hunt myself, so I give it to a cannibal?

And right now, Lan En didn't have the energy to devote himself to the field of alchemy. These things were all from Boerdong's stock, and one bottle was used instead of one bottle.

So, under Philip's pleading gaze.

Lan En went straight to the unconscious murderer who was lying on the horse.Pulling back his trouser legs, he confirmed that it had begun to turn black from the ankle down.

Then, he drew the steel sword from his back.

While changing the fingerprints with his left hand, he gently brushed over the steel sword.

"Igni."

Like the "stab" sound of water dripping from the oil pan, the bright sword body was instantly red.

Only then did Philip understand what the witcher wanted to do.

"The plague! You don't want to"

"Pfft!"

The crimson sword drew a curved arc in the air, and directly chopped off the murderer's two feet on horseback!

There was no bleeding, and the wound was scalded instantly.

The murderer, who was tormented by a high fever until he became unconscious, is now fully awake with an "ooooooo".

His screams startled even the horses.

Lan En didn't even need to wipe the sword, and put the sword into its sheath after cooling down.

As he passed Philip, he patted the strong man on the shoulder.

"The amputation was successful. Look how powerful this guy is. I think he can live at least five days."

What can Philip say?One cannibal, and the cheers are over.

The cavalry didn't react much to this, or they were all focused on Lan En's sign of Igni just now.

A glowing sword!
Who can say no to this stuff?

At least now, among the dozen or so cavalrymen, no one is full of witchcraft, filth, mutants, and the like.

They think Lan En's hand is very handsome.

Lan En is also in a good mood. He feels that he has made some contribution to the elimination of discrimination.

The two-day journey was not too long, and Lan En and his party arrived at the crow's nest very quickly.

The sea breeze with a fishy smell crosses the border, clearing the sky and being with the dark clouds.

Waylon's weather has made Lan En complain many times, anyway, he still can't adapt to it.

Sir Weatherard hurried over to pick up the criminal, pulled Philip aside and negotiated a few words, then smiled reluctantly at the young man.

He didn't stay any longer, and took the cannibal directly to the stake that had been set up earlier in the morning.

"It's a pity that we can't dissect him." A neutral intelligent voice came from the young man's head, "Otherwise, [surgery] proficiency will definitely usher in a wave of growth."

"Don't be greedy, Mentos." Lan En shrugged indifferently.

"In this case, money and proficiency can't be both. A criminal who can make the people feel the same hatred is a godsend gift to the lord. And if you can let this criminal die in your hands in full view, that's even more so." It is of great significance. If the beast dies, the importance to Wesselad will be lost by more than half, and I don’t know how much the agreed reward will be.”

"The main purpose of my [Surgery] skill is to transplant gene seeds autonomously. The body data of other people is not helpful to the primary goal for the time being, and it is a part that is not a pity to give up."

"Yes sir."

The conversation between Zhinao and the master came to an end for a while, because Philip was pacing over with a flagon in his mouth.

"Pfft-ha! My dwarf's spirits are still strong enough!" The strong man stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said carelessly.

"Don't blame Jazz for not coming here just now. He has never seen a few witchers in his life, and he thought you were monsters in a storybook."

"I told him about your remuneration, and he completely agreed. But he heard that you asked for money to repair the armor, so he also wanted to save some money."

The witcher stood with his arms folded and his back leaning against a wooden fence.

On the burning platform opposite him, the lord had already held a torch in his hand, pointing at the sinner and speaking to the leaders in the audience.

There is no doubt that Wesselard has a bit of speech skills, and this crime is really outrageous.

As a result, the leaders in the audience were excited, wishing they could tear the cannibal alive.

"Interesting. What price did he offer?"

Philip burped before speaking.

"I'm disappointed. There is no master blacksmith in Crow's Nest. But the Sir promised to give you a note signed and stamped, recommending you to go to a blacksmith shop in Gos Wellen to repair your armor for free. Don't worry, then He is a master-level blacksmith who has obtained a license in Novigrad, and his craftsmanship is not to mention. But you can only get [-] orens as a reward from the knight, including the one I gave you personally, a total of [-] orens."

Lan En made a little comparison. In his mind, the ideal price to repair the armor was two hundred Oren.

Although it took two and a half days on horseback to go from Crow's Nest to Gos Velen, but two and a half days on horseback could save twenty orens of work, which most people in the world would not refuse.

"Cut corners?" The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at the sergeant.

"Dude, that's Lord Waylon's autograph and seal. If he offers this condition but can't come up with something satisfactory. Foltest might as well seal the province to someone else."

"Then make a deal."

"Haha, deal!"

Accompanied by the handshake of the two, a pillar of fire suddenly sprang up on the burning platform.

The screams of the prisoners were drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.

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