Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 46: 46 A bolt from the blue

Chapter 46 46. A bolt from the blue

Cannibal sect.

Child abduction.

Mrs. Downer, White.

In an instant, Lan En couldn't tell whether the coldness in his heart came from anger or guilt.

Just a boundless chill swept through the demon hunter's body.

An ordinary daily hunting, he and his friends were working in an orderly manner, and then an unknown enemy started to attack with a smile on his face with the purpose of "killing people"!

The enemy was a cannibal, and Bernie was hit by an arrow. Lan En's brain withstood the impact of a full 70% proficiency, and he took the man back to the village, and then performed the surgery while enduring the pain that was about to explode his brain.

The young man thought he had saved his friend's life.

I was thinking in my mind: What happened to me today was so **** up that it caused me a lot of trouble. Tomorrow I have to smell the smell and deal with the archery miscellaneous things. But today I dont even want to get out of bed. I dont want anyone else. Stop.

But as soon as Bernies belly was sewn up, old Allen brought such news.

A thunderbolt from the blue, burning with anger.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, making him not even know how he felt in his heart for a moment!

Feeling guilty?

Yes, I feel guilty.

He came to Oriden with the fundamental purpose of making a good life for the widow of the man who had spoken for him.

But now, their only remaining child has been kidnapped!

lost!

Because of what?

Because that kid is picking those **** alchemy ingredients for me!

What else can be? Lan En couldn't think of a child who was precocious because of family changes and would run out of the village for no reason.

White knew all too well how dangerous it was outside the village.

And now in Mrs. Downer's arms, the little cloth bag still exudes the obvious, fresh fragrance of white zinnia flowers.

Angry?

Of course he will be angry. In Lan En's eyes, kidnapping children is a crime on the same level as cannibalism!

But the most prominent mood now is anxiety.

grass! grass! grass!

Why do bad things all pile up together? !

Lan En remembered that criminal investigation experts from his home world had made statistics. In the first forty-eight hours before a person went missing, both the recovery rate of the police and the survival rate of the missing person would be dramatically higher than after forty-eight hours.

That was still in the home world with advanced technology and surveillance everywhere.

Human traffickers let their goods die on a large scale. That was hundreds of years ago.

But in Willen. In Willen, a wave of people die like bugs every day.

As long as the Wellen people leave home, they are exposed to the risk of sudden death on the way, let alone being abducted? !

Every second now counts!

Lan En suddenly stood up from the wooden board on the pier. The nearly 200 kilograms of dead weight even made the wooden board creak!

Why didnt you tell me earlier?

The witcher's face twitched with anger. He put on his steel bracers and studded leather gloves again while glaring at Old Allen.

The old mans face wrinkled up.

"You are rescuing people." The old man pointed at Mrs. Donner. "Donna will not rush to disturb you like a crazy woman at this time, even if she is indeed worried like crazy now."

Mrs. Downer.

Lan En suppressed his anger in front of this name.

In his heart, the person in the world who has the least right to lose his temper is Mrs. Donna.

The middle-aged woman slumped on the ground, her optimistic look about life was no longer seen.

Even though the family lost its backbone and main labor force, this woman still looked carefree, optimistic and brave when Lan En first met her.

She sarcastically mocked her lost husband, then turned around and started doing work that a woman's body could not bear to support their home again.

It seems like "life" is something that can't even be defeated by her!

But now, the optimistic and brave smiling face has disappeared.

In its place was deep despair.

That expression made Lan En's heart twitch uncontrollably.

Clue.

A moment later, Lan En's low and cold voice sounded: "Give me the clue." The witcher half-crouched in front of Mrs. Donna, lowering his head and not daring to look into her eyes, and gently took away the little girl in her hand. Cloth bag.

What comes into view are the fine traces of stitches, which are exactly the same as those on Lan Ens cotton armor outer cover.

This is a small bag prepared by a mother for her child.

grass! grass!

Sir, you need to think calmly.

Mentoss voice sounded in his mind.

In its induction, Lan En's current mood swings are almost exploding!

I know. But when Lan En responded to it, his tone was as cold as a piece of ice. "Of course I know."

The witcher's extraordinary sense has been put to extreme use on this small cloth bag.

The little cloth bag was pulled, and White resisted. You can go to the site to see if there are any more traces left.

With a gentle sniff, the scent of zinnia flowers comes to your nostrils.

The amount of petals in this small cloth bag cannot be picked out in one morning.

White should have started collecting medicinal materials last night.

This kid really wanted to be worthy of the Oren coin that Lan En paid.

But among the rich fragrance of flowers, Lan En's nose suddenly discovered some ominous smell.

That was the smell that made him want to vomit during the arrest a few days ago.

There are so many and so many. The demon hunter couldnt help but frown and looked at the cloth bag in his hand. It smells like human flesh?!

Cannibal sect.

The kidnapping cases that are rampant in Willen now are actually the work of the cannibal sect?

No, not so sure.

The troops who attacked Lann and Bernie were also cannibals. Perhaps because Lann helped capture their people, they came to Oriden to exact revenge.

Thinking of this, the guilt in Lan En's heart added fuel to his anger.

Fortunately. The young demon hunter stood up from the ground and turned to the small boat he had driven back. "Isn't there also a 'tongue'?"

With eyes as cold as blades, he looked at Willis on the boat.

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When Willis woke up, the first thing he felt was severe pain erupting from his lumbar spine.

The lumbar vertebrae are broken, and the sensation in the lower body is lost. But the breaking point was excruciatingly painful.

Uh-huh!! Woo-

The scream was forced back into the chest, and Willis, who had lost half of his face, had a distorted expression, looking like an ugly monster.

A big hand wearing studded leather gloves directly covered his mouth. The huge force made him feel that his upper and lower jaws were deforming!

Its that witcher!

It was this glove that hung half of his face, and he still remembered the touch.

Dont be afraid, I wont hit you on the head this time.

A pair of cold cat eyes appeared in his field of vision.

Someone taught me that hitting the head first during torture will make people dizzy and unable to feel the pain. I will keep it in mind.

The leather gloves rubbed against the muscles that had lost their skin, and the pain that spread inch by inch filled Willis's eyes with tears.

But under those cat eyes, he didn't even dare to cry out now.

But the owner of Maoyan seemed to have misunderstood something.

Ah, hes still a tough guy. Very good.

The demon hunter nodded expressionlessly and said so.

Willis was eager to clarify, but the big hand on his mouth gave him no chance to speak.

Let a tough guy who treats torture as nothing, and finally screams and reveals all his secrets to me, the credibility of this secret must be much higher than that of a weakling who doesnt keep the door open.

Congratulations, man. Youve successfully increased your value.

Willis struggled "whimpering" but couldn't say a word.

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