With a "click", the cold silver sword cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

The bearded man carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oilcloth with an expressionless face, and then inserted it back into the scabbard with a "poof".

The monsters entrenched in this mist of magic have been completely destroyed.

The task was as laborious and easy as Bolton himself had envisioned...... And save money.

Seventeen evil ghosts, if he is allowed to kill them head-on. Then in the face of the surrounding monster group, even this bear school armor can't hold on.

At best, you'll have to suffer a few minor injuries.

And it costs at least thirty Oron to repair the armor, and ten Oron to wear out the blade of the silver sword, and if you drink potions and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

The work of a demon hunter must be calculated if you want to make money.

But fortunately, his luck has been good lately.

Tightening the buckle of his armor, which was slightly loose due to movement, Bolton's unwavering cat's eyes lifted up and looked at his "apprentice".

He was now holding on to the unwieldy Willen longsword, gasping for air.

"Adjust your breathing." Bolton spoke in a commanding tone.

"Our feelings are erased by the mutation process, and we will not be afraid. But the body's crisis instinct will still erupt, adrenaline rush, physical flood, these are normal phenomena, as long as the breath is adjusted, our body can recover quickly. ”

There was no sweat on Lann's drooping head, but there was a slight hint of surprise in the shadows that Bolton couldn't see.

This is the rare common sense teaching of this "teacher".

On weekdays, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he has always only worked on combat courses.

It seems that he did save him a lot of money this time.

Lan En analyzed in his mind.

And when he wiped the sweat with the palm of his hand, he brushed his forehead and raised his head. It turned into that ice cube again.

It's like most people in this school.

"Understood."

He responded to his mentor's teachings and made his already unruly breathing more apparent.

Then he consciously pulled out the hunting dagger and began to cut out the ears of the evil ghosts, which were the mission credentials.

Boldon used his knowledge to begin stripping the monster of more valuable alchemy materials.

He had never explained this kind of knowledge to Lanen, and at present, there was no intention of teaching it.

"This fog is not made by the fog demon, and it has nothing to do with the evil ghosts, have we completed the commission of that village?"

Lan En stabbed off a long ear of an evil ghost, and the stinking blood spilled on the ground.

The fundamental intent of the village's commission was to re-harvest valuable mushrooms, but now the Magical Mist had not even figured out the cause, let alone dispelled it.

The monster is gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

"It's none of our business." Bolton said lightly.

"The corpse of the monster is the proof of our money. Now that there are no monsters in this fog, we need to collect money when we finish our work. Tong Su is not bullied. ”

With that, his eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.

"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even look at it, and you can slip even holding a sword. And stabbing the devil in the stomach is a joke that even the farmer knows, and that doesn't affect their fight back before they lose too much blood. That is, you are lucky, and the second one takes the initiative to send the head to the tip of your sword, so that you only have to face a monster dragged down by the corpse, otherwise your hand holding the sword would have been torn alive. ”

"I'll give you another sword, but you owe me ten Oron."

Ten Oren.

Even if the plating of that Bear School Silver Sword was worn off by half, the repair cost would only be ten Oren!

And what Lan En got was probably just another cheap Willen longsword.

Its market price is generally two to three Oren.

But Lan En's face did not have the slightest concern, and he accepted the deal calmly.

Including the cost of the mutant potion, he actually owed his mentor more than four hundred Oren.

In fact, this arrears are also the basis for Bolton to tie himself to his side as a "pathfinder".

As for Lan En himself, do you agree? It doesn't really matter.

But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bolton's side, not only would he have to face the risk of monsters and tasks, but he would probably have to carry loan sharks for the rest of his life.

Demon hunters live a long life, and there are very few examples of physical decline with age.

Then the usury of Bolton is likely to be pressed on Lanen's head for hundreds of years!

Nobody likes the feeling of owing money, Rann ...... I especially don't like it.

The sound of flesh slicing and bloodletting of ruptured blood vessels continued for a while.

The stench of monster blood permeated the distance.

Bolton has harvested the valuable alchemy materials from the evil spirits, including claws, livers, hearts, and more.

But his apprentice, on the other hand, unusually didn't even finish cutting off his ears.

The tinkling noise was incessant, annoying to the keen senses of demon hunters.

"What are you rubbing?"

The man asked emotionlessly, he didn't want to waste time.

The two of them had been in this fog for more than twenty minutes, and even with the anti-toxicity of the demon hunters, their respiratory tracts had already begun to burn.

Lan En, who had his back to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

"I'm trying to hold the sword grid...... I couldn't live without a weapon in Willen. ”

This is a perfectly normal statement.

No one dares to go out empty-handed in this realm, it's a long life.

But Bordon didn't care about reasonableness, and his voice grew colder.

"I said, I'll give you a handful. Now, at once, let me go. ”

The busy figure with his back to him paused for a moment, then lowered his head and nodded.

And on the front of Lann, he didn't repair the cross gauntlet at all, just banged on the gauntlet!

"Twenty-seven minutes, it can only be dragged on until ......"

Compared to Bolton, Lan En's body has just become a demon hunter, and his resistance to toxicity is even worse, and his respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as being roasted by fire.

Now, two bright red stains of blood were running down his nose.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, and only a calm firmness.

"That's enough."

Standing up, facing the mentor who was already clinging to his own downward gaze, Lan En wiped the blood red from under his nose.

"Teacher, we can go."

"Your sword." Bolton didn't move, just stared into the apprentice's cat's eye. "Is it fixed?"

"You didn't teach me, so my hard work was in vain."

Lan replied dryly, his unflinching gaze with his mentor, his unwavering expression the same as Boldon's.

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned his head and walked out of the fog.

Lan En stepped along.

Walking outside the fog, the two of them first took a big breath in unison.

Demon hunters are highly resistant to toxicity, but the body's thirst for clean air is instinctive.

As he walked out, Lane maintained a position gap one step behind Boldon.

He kept an eye on his teacher.

The first breath of fresh air, even the most serious bear school whose feelings have been wiped out, are simply enjoying healthy air under the instinctive reaction at this time.

But immediately after the second bite.

"Breathe-inhale...... Well!? ”

As if sensing something from his keen sense of smell, Pordon's unfluctuating face suddenly frowned.

This smell is ...... Someone is nearby!

Lan took a step back in silence.

Immediately after ...... "whoosh"! *2

Two flying arrows go straight to Boldon's front door!

"Ha !!"

Exhale, the bearded strong man is as hideous as a monster at this time!