Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 48: 48 It’s time to bleed

Chapter 48 48. Its time to bleed

At the same moment when the screams rang out, Old Allen and the villagers of Oriden shivered violently outside the woods.

The birds that lived in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, and flapped their wings and flew away.

Lan En slowly walked out of the shade of the trees.

The tall figure is covered in thick and solid armor, and the first thing that appears in the shadows is the pair of glowing cat eyes.

If the villagers had not already developed a good trust in the demon hunters in the past days, these unskilled farmers would probably shout "devil" and run away at this time, right?

But they didn't after all. Although they were breathing heavily and trembling, they were still concerned about Lan En and the missing child.

Lan, Lan En?

Old Allen was the first to step forward, approach the witcher who was walking out of the forest, and asked tentatively.

Although his body was stained with hideous blood, the young witcher nodded in response.

Old Allen was relieved when he saw this.

"Huh, the screams inside were so miserable, I thought you were crazy! How is it? Is there anything gained?"

Its almost figured out.

Lan En didnt want to talk much now, so he kept his words concise and to the point.

The village elder did not ask in detail, because he knew that his small fishing village was unable to get involved in what was going to happen next.

That cannibal. What did you do with him?

I cut the ligaments in both his hands and left.

Old Allen's pupils shrank, he swallowed and smiled dryly.

"Ha, ha, you deserve it. A man with all his limbs and bleeding blood is in the forest! It's not surprising that his painful death turned him into a demon spirit!"

Perhaps, old Allen. Lan En gently wiped away the blood on his face with his fingers.

Those eyes are as cold as iron!

This land will soon give birth to many demon spirits, but it doesnt matter.

"Then I'll be happy to kill them again."

It doesnt matter if you dont need money.

Next, the villagers returned to their homes, and old Allen went to the blacksmith shop with Lan En.

Lan handed the Bear School steel sword behind him to Ivan.

This is the first time this sword has passed through Ivan's hands. During this time, he has only repaired Lan En's silver sword.

The blacksmith looked up at Lan En and Old Allen, who had calm faces. He pursed his lips and nodded without saying a word, and started working.

The atmosphere was dull, with only the sound of grinding wheels and furnace bellows surrounding the place.

Lan En took advantage of this time to put the more bulging little cloth bag into his alchemy leather bag.

This was the support Mrs. Downer gave him, the only thing she could give.

This frustrated woman continued to do the work that her son had not finished.

She put all kinds of alchemy ingredients she could into the small cloth bag, and then handed them to Lan En without saying a word.

Young people cant help but pick up.

So he could only stuff it into his bag harder and harder!

The steel sword was not much worn, so Ivan quickly finished the work and solemnly handed the sword back to Lan En.

The young man turned around and left without stopping at all.

It wasn't until Lan En left for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith shop breathed a sigh of relief.

Unconsciously, this blacksmith, who had been working by the stove for more than ten years, was actually sweating from his forehead just standing. Damn, whats going on?! My heart was beating so fast just now!

Ivan held his hands on the work table and muttered to himself.

Old Allen, who had been standing silently aside, knocked on his pipe and said quietly.

You are frightened, Ivan.

Being frightened to the point of being unable to move by a swooping griffin beast, and then being eaten. Even on the Skellige Islands where warriors are everywhere, this cannot be said to be an dishonorable death.

Ivan raised his head in surprise.

Griffin beast? There is no one here.

Halfway through his rebuttal, a pair of bone-cold cat eyes flashed through his mind.

Ivan compared the vertical pupil with the griffin beast, and it was hard to say which one he would rather face.

Its unbelievable, Ive never seen Lan with that expression.

When Ivan described the demon hunter just now, he looked like he was unable to speak because of fear and surprise.

Lane has a good reputation in Auriden.

Although he only upholds the basic qualities and habits of a college student from his hometown, he always says thank you or nods when receiving help.

Make way for women and children, clear the debris blocking the road aside, etc.

But in the eyes of the villagers of Oriden, this is already an incredible education.

Otherwise, there wouldnt be rumors about a noblemans son becoming a demon hunter in trouble.

But at this time, old Allen put the cleaned pipe into his arms and shook his head slightly.

"You know, Ivan. The better a person is, the more powerful his anger will be when he is truly angered."

"Lan En, although when I first came here, I had a face that told no one to enter, and I looked shrewd and strong, but within a few days we all knew it. That's something that really only appears in storybooks. A 'knight' who draws his sword to help the weak!"

"'Order from the Supreme Master of the Bear School'? What nonsense are you talking about! Who really cares about how well a group of fishermen like us are doing? Yes, Veserad collects our taxes, but I bet that even he doesn't care. ! Damn it, how can there be such a person these days?!"

"Yes, he can drink low-quality homemade wine in the tavern, play cards and joke with us idiots. Although he is a demon hunter, but look at his upbringing, does anyone believe that he is from a commoner? No. People believe it! I dont even believe it!

"Five days after he moved into our house, my wife threw away all the stuff like 'Witchers are mutants' and 'Witchers are filthy'! Damn it, I live with her. For decades, she was not even willing to give up eating mushrooms for me!"

But, Ivan. Such a good man is really angry now.

The old man pointed back with his hand, which was the path Lan En took when he left.

Old Allen looked at the blacksmith in his village and spoke very seriously.

There will be lots of blood, no doubt, lots, lots, lots of blood.

Three "many", each one heavier than the other, so Ivan rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty.

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Lan came to Bernie's side. This self-deprecating man with a crow's mouth was not awake yet, and his wife was taking care of him.

That is also a very typical appearance of a middle-aged woman who has taken on a lot of labor tasks.

Lan En didnt say much and went straight to the point.

"If he doesn't have a fever tonight or tomorrow, resting is enough. But if he starts to have a fever."

The young man pursed his lips and took out a bottle of potion from the alchemy leather bag beside him.

The orange-red liquid gives off a hazy luster under the light.

Magic potion [Swallow], significantly accelerates body recovery.

"I'll leave you a mouthful, and mix it with strong liquor for him to drink. Maybe, I mean maybe, he can survive. But even if he survives, the toxicity of the witcher's potion will definitely cause him some sequelae. .Please use it as appropriate.

The woman wept, but didnt say much. She just put away the medicine and sat next to Bernies bed again.

Lan En tightened the scabbard on his back and walked out of the house without saying a word.

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