Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 43 43. Sudden Change

Lane and Bernie continued with their day jobs.

In the tavern yesterday, the young man thought about whether to persuade Little White, because his demand for the petals of the Bose Zinnia is not too urgent.

But after thinking about it, as long as the surrounding area of ​​the village does not enter the woods, the area around the road is indeed safe, so I let White go to work.

The two searched for traces of the monster along the shore of Fick Lake again.

At this time, Lan En was sitting on the bow of the boat. The heavy weight and armor made the draft of the bow of the boat a bit deeper than the stern where Bernie was.

The young man was pressing his temple vigorously.

Last night was, as usual, a "Mentos Stirring the Coke Bottle" night.

After more than half a month of cooperative hunting, the [Trace Detection] skill that Lan got from Bernie has reached 87% proficiency.

This level of proficiency combined with the demon hunter's extraordinary senses has actually made Lan En's ability to search beyond the limit that ordinary people can achieve.

Maybe the knowledge about monsters is still poor without a teacher.But in terms of this tracking ability, even among the demon hunters, he is by no means the bottom.

With the calculation ability provided by Mentos, he can even, to a certain extent, replay what happened in a location within a week in his mind!
The Sherlock Holmes in the novel is nothing more than that.

And what the young man cares about the most is the [Surgery] skill, which is related to the upgrade of his personal force.

The proficiency of this skill has soared to 55% because of water ghosts, swamp witches, and occasionally evil ghosts and ghouls.

The number doesn't look big, but Lan En's goal is not to become a reliable surgeon.

Performing surgery on himself and putting that gene seed into the chest cavity is his primary goal.

Stable technique, grasp of own organs, precise cutting and suturing
For Lan En's primary goal, this level of proficiency is actually enough.

"That is to say. The distance from the plan is only the potion."

Lan En put down the hand rubbing his forehead and rubbed it on his face, staying awake.

Just at this time, there was a collision sound from the bottom of the ship, and the ship shook, and then stabilized.

"Here we are, let's start working. By the way, did you not sleep well last night?"

Bernie jumped off the boat first and began to adjust the docking posture of the boat.

"It's not bad! It's enough, it's tidal flats again." The young man muttered.

On the road yesterday, Bernie told Lan En in detail about the process of hunting a pack of wolves by himself.

How he tracked, identified traces, lured, and divided the wolf pack, according to what he said, almost exhausted all his knowledge and ingenuity that time.

Because the atmosphere was very good at that time, he was very interested in talking, so he talked in detail.

It doesn't matter what you say, Mentos' analysis prompts have never stopped!

When Lan En lay down at night, a full 20% proficiency poured in all at once, and the feeling was really stronger than the first day.

The cooperation between the two has become familiar.

Bernie rested his hand on the hilt of the sword, and knelt down to check for traces.

After removing the bandage, he sewed a long leather glove out of leather for himself. The glove that was scratched by the water ghost was now a pair again.

"Here, let's go."

After a while, Bernie's tracking technique led the two to a group of monsters.

There is no swamp witch, and four water ghosts are picking up dead fish and dead crabs on the beach to eat.

Now Lan En dealt with opponents of this level very neatly.

In less than 2 minutes, his silver sword pierced the mouth of the last water ghost, and the tip of the sword came out from the back of the head.

After that, he didn't dissect the body anymore, and just walked over to find Bernie in the mud.

Regarding the monster material of the water ghost, he almost couldn't let it go.

And if there are no strange deformities or lesions, the contribution of water ghosts to [surgery] skill proficiency has become very little.

"Let's go, put on heavy armor, I don't want to stay on the tidal flat at all now."

The soles of his feet stepped into the wet and sticky mud and sank deep into it. This kind of touch made the young man purse his mouth uncomfortable.

Bernie was light and looked at Lan En teasingly, and the two were ready to turn to the next battlefield.

But at this moment, not far from the tidal flat, there was a sudden shout on the road that had turned into dry ground.

"Hey! Please wait!"

The sound was accompanied by the movement of the horseshoes stamping on the ground.

Lan En raised his eyebrows. These people were already very close, but with their own senses, they heard it at the same time as Bernie.

But looking at the environment again, Lan En also felt that it was normal.

Wellen is close to the sea, and the whole province is often windy, but because of the temperature difference in the lake, the wind will be even stronger.

Now that the fishy wind is blowing, the big trees on the bank are rattling, and with the whistling of the wind itself, even if Mentos is used to block the noise, it may not be very effective.

The two waited for less than ten seconds before a decent young man with brown hair appeared in front of him riding a horse with the same hair color as him.

Glossy bearskin shawls, tightly stitched clothes, fur hats. He is a rich man.

And we all know that rich people are generally believed to be less likely to do bad things that involve violence themselves.

So Lane and Bernie are not too nervous at the moment.

"Both, huh-thanks to you two for allowing me time to get closer."

It seemed that the wind had disturbed his breathing on the horse, and the respectable young man gasped and stumbled.

But because of this, the smile on his face became more friendly.

Seeing that the witcher was still struggling with the mud on his boots, Bernie took a step forward.

"Okay friend, you don't need to get close, just stand there, and you should help when you meet someone who needs help on the road, because no one can say whether you will have such a day. But you also know that the world is not right now. Taiping, we should be more vigilant, it's good for us. Yes, this distance is fine, I can hear what you say clearly."

In order to show friendliness and trustworthiness, the decent young man also took two small steps back on the horse.

"Who says it's not? First, Melitelli was desecrated by cannibals, and now there's no news about the missing child. I understand your caution."

The decent young man smiled and tightened his bearskin shawl until it covered his chest.

"Please call me Willis, the son of a Novigrad merchant."

"I'm just here to ask for directions, nothing else."

"I walked all the way from Novigrad to the village of Lindenville, and I was in the territory of Velen, but my guide only took me there, and then I fell ill and died. But my goal is Burntwood Village. I heard that there is a A powerful witch doctor, for whom I came."

The young man rubbed his nose and inadvertently showed three rings with glittering gold and gemstones on his fingers, which greatly enhanced his credibility as being from Novigrad.

After all, everyone knows that the rich people there are really rich.

Bernie also believed most of the other party's words, but he was still a little puzzled.

"Lindenville? Why do you go from Novigrad to Burntwood Village? Can't you go directly to the hotel at the intersection? We are in the south of Waylon, and Burntwood Village is in the northwest. It's not bad."

At this moment, Lan En, who hadn't bothered to ask passers-by, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Mentos keenly captured this feeling, and in an instant, the biological intelligence brain laid out several logical chains for reference.

His direction was too far off.

Didn't he just enter Waylon?Why did he know everything that happened a few days ago?

Also, the sound of hoofbeats just now. Isn't there only one horse?
What are the others doing? !

Sudden heart palpitations, Lan En's heart is beating wildly at this moment!
There was no time to draw the sword from his back, and Lan En stepped on the muddy ground, not caring at all that the huge force had completely buried the soles of his feet in the tidal flat.

Big stride towards Bernie!

"Queen!"

No time to call the sigil auxiliary function, or even use the esoteric knowledge of the school of bears.

At this moment, Lan En could only use the most traditional Quinn's seal—and then blocked himself, who was blessed by the seal, in front of Bernie.

"Dang!" sounded.

It wasn't until his instinctive reaction passed that Lan En realized that a crossbow arrow had exploded from his Kun En seal!
But this is not enough!The opponent's hooves are more than two horses!
There are people!What is that man doing?Where is that man? !
A pair of cat's eyes glanced around for a split second, but found nothing.

Until there was a sound of flesh falling into muddy water behind him.

The pupils of Maoyan shrank sharply, and Lan En suddenly turned his head.

Bernie lay on his back with a dazed face.

There is a crossbow bolt stuck in his stomach!
And not far away, a decent young man who called himself Willis laughed and drew his sword from the side of the saddle.

His bearskin shawl could no longer cover his chest.

A necklace of human hands slipped out of the shawl.

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