Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 36 36. Burning and Bounty Conversion

That's the end of the cannibal case.

Lan En felt the existence of a group of cannibals, but in this world, they did not seem to be an important thing.

All that was left to do now was to take the murderer to Crow's Nest and collect the reward worth two hundred and thirty orens along the way.

Before leaving, Lann returned to Oriden and took his damaged armor with him.

He planned to see if he could fix it directly in the crow's nest.

Ivan didn't mention that he was going with him, which could be regarded as a reflection of O'Riden's increased trust in the young man.

"So...that beast was caught?"

Old Allen stood at the entrance of the village and asked, with nervous eyes behind him.

"Well, I caught it, it didn't take much trouble." Lan En said with a smile as he put the armored package on Poppy's back.

"He is a cannibal, but he actually doesn't know where Durnham is, so he commits crimes. It is not a deliberate provocation to the belief in the goddess, so don't worry."

If it was a deliberate provocation, then several surrounding villages would be preparing to maintain a young patrol team.

Because there must be more than one provocation.

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

Lane joined Philip Strenger's team and headed to Crow's Nest in the north.

The journey on horseback took almost two days.

The murderer, not surprisingly, started to have a fever that night.

After all, it is unrealistic to be brought out of the swamp without infection after being stabbed through the sole of the foot.

"Tsk, Master, do you have any magic potion there that can kill him? Two days is enough. After all, I'll wait until you get the reward, right?"

Phillip rubbed his hands and came to Lan En 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 magic potions, sword oil, etc. in the alchemy bag.

But the poison is too strong for ordinary people, and the murderer will probably be either dead or stupid after drinking it.

Although Sir Wesselard probably doesn't care whether the person he executes is a fool, but... that thing is so expensive!

I'm not willing to hunt myself, why should I give it to a cannibal?

Moreover, Lan En has not yet devoted his energy to the field of alchemy. These things are all Bordon's inventory, and one bottle is used less than the other.

So, under Philip's pleading eyes.

Lan En went straight to the unconscious murderer who was lying on the horse. He opened his trouser legs and confirmed that the color below his ankles had begun to turn black.

Then, he drew the steel sword from his back.

While changing the handprints with his left hand, he lightly brushed over the steel sword.

"Igni."

Like the sound of "stab" like water dripping from a frying pan, the bright sword instantly turned red.

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

"The plague is on top! You won't think"

"Pfft!"

The crimson sword drew an arc in the air and directly chopped off the feet of the murderer on horseback!

There was no bleeding, and the wound was cooked in an instant.

The murderer, who had been tortured by high fever until he became unconscious, is now fully awake with a "ooh" sound.

His screams even frightened the horses.

Lan En didn't even bother to clean the sword, and sheathed it directly after it cooled down.

When passing Phillip, he patted the strong man on the shoulder.

"The amputation was a success. Judging from how powerful this guy screamed, I thought he could live for at least five days."

What could Philip say? One cannibal, cheers and that's it.

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

A flaming sword!

Who can say no to this stuff?

At least now, among the dozen or so cavalry, no one talks about witchcraft, filth, or mutants.

They thought Lan En's move was extremely cool.

Lan En was also in a good mood. He felt that he had made some contribution to eliminating discrimination.

The two-day journey was not long, and Lan En and his party quickly arrived at the Crow's Nest.

The smelly sea breeze passes by, and the sky is clear with dark clouds.

Lan En has complained about the weather in Willen many times, but he still can't adapt to it.

Sir Wesselard hurriedly came over to pick up the criminal, took Philip aside to negotiate, and then showed a very reluctant smile to the young man.

He didn't stop any longer and took the cannibal directly to the torture rack set up early 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, the proficiency of [surgery] will definitely increase."

"Don't be greedy, Mentos." Lan shrugged nonchalantly.

"In this case, money and proficiency cannot go hand in hand. A criminal who can make the people of the lord share the same hatred is a gift from heaven. And if the lord can let this criminal die in his own hands in full view of the public, that is even more important. It's of great significance. If that beast dies, most of its importance to Veserad will be gone. I don't know how much the promised reward will be."

"The main purpose of developing the [Surgery] skill is to transplant gene seeds independently. Other people's body data is not helpful to the primary goal yet, so it is not a pity to give up."

"Yes sir."

The conversation between Zhinao and his master came to an end temporarily, because Philip was pacing over with a wine bottle in his mouth.

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

"Don't blame Sir for not coming here just now. He has never seen a few demon hunters in his life. He thought you were monsters in storybooks."

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

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

On the burning platform that had been set up opposite him, the lord was already holding a torch, pointing at the sinner and delivering a speech to the people in the audience.

There is no doubt that Veserad has some speaking skills, and this crime is indeed outrageous.

As a result, the people in the audience were excited and wanted to tear the cannibal alive.

"It's interesting. What price did he offer?"

Phillip burped first and then said.

"I disappoint you. There are no master blacksmiths in Crow's Nest. But Sir promised to give you a signed note with his seal, recommending you to go to a blacksmith shop in Gos Velen to repair your armor for free. Don't worry, then He is a master blacksmith who has passed the license test in Novigrad, and his skills are beyond praise. But you can only get twenty oren as a reward from the knight. Counting what I gave you personally, the total is fifty oren."

Lan En did a little comparison and found that the ideal price for repairing the armor was two hundred oren.

Although it takes two and a half days to ride a horse from Crow's Nest to Goos Velen, riding a horse for two and a half days can save twenty oren of work, and most people in this world will not refuse.

"Jerry-making?" The young man looked at the sergeant with raised eyebrows.

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

"Then it's a deal."

"Haha, deal!"

As the two shook hands, a pillar of fire suddenly shot up on the burning platform.

The screams of the tortured were drowned in the cheers of the people.

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