Mentos directly bypassed a series of privileges such as elementary, middle, and high school, opening a restriction for Lan at the university level.

Sounds amazing.

But at this stage, neither Len nor Mentos felt that it was of any use.

It's just a restriction, and it's not a direct pass, the computing power and operation authority of the smart brain are still locked at the primary school level of the People's Federation.

That is, in the future, [university-level course completion] may be a little better?

Lann didn't think about it for a moment.

"So, you're the village elder of Oriden, Alan?"

In the village tavern where the murder had taken place, Rann patted the rain on his head and asked sideways.

Even though the outside of the house was already covered by heavy rain and dark clouds at this time, there was only a candle as a light in the dim room, barely illuminating half of the old man's body.

But Lan En's lowered beast pupils were still keenly able to capture a lot of detail.

A typical northern peasant.

The face was tired, numb, and wrinkled. Between the ten fingers are thick calluses, and the body has been slightly deformed from long and heavy labor, one shoulder high and the other shoulder low.

Even as a village elder, his level of economy only allowed him to wear more pointed moth-toe boots and a pipe in his mouth than the average villager.

"I am. Bill, you're running a tavern! Don't be stunned, pour a glass of water for your guests. ”

It could be seen that the old man didn't want to talk to Lan En at all.

But looking at the roaring bear head necklace around the young man's neck, he pursed his lips. Or can only sit at the same table with young people.

It's just that even the butt sitting on the bench is only half sitting, and there is a feeling of being ready to escape at any time.

"I'm sorry, Witcher. But...... But none of us have recently issued a commission. I don't know what you're here for? ”

There were still a few villagers in the tavern, but not long after Lan entered the door, the people immediately moved away from the young man's surroundings, staring at him warily and distantly.

It's as if you're on guard against the source of some kind of disease.

The bartender, named "Bill", even wiped his hands incessantly after putting down the water.

Lan could feel people's disgust and fear, he had seen so much.

Even though he has only been in this world for a short time, he clearly understands how sick the "racial hatred" that he once had in his life is really sick in this world.

Vaguely, Lan En felt that this atmosphere was deliberately instigated.

Although he hadn't read the history books here, there were too many examples in his previous education to draw analogies.

So Lan En felt even more pitiful and hateful for the villagers in front of him.

It's hateful that they are so easily agitated.

Pity them may have lived all their lives, and in the end they will not have the wisdom to realize that they are "agitated".

"Of course, you didn't send a commission, and I didn't come here to do so."

Lan En said with a flat face, in order to reassure people, he has always avoided looking directly at each other with his cat's eyes.

His mind runs fast after he gets his brain, but it also tends to run far because of it. At this time, he was trying to gather his thoughts, and of course, on the surface, ordinary people could not even feel the emotional change in it.

"And ...... you?"

Elder Alan asked hesitantly, the smell of cheap alcohol in his mouth causing Lan En to twitch.

"Some time ago, there was a witcher who wore the same necklace as me, and he killed two people here, right?"

The tone was still flat, but it suddenly provoked a fierce reaction in the tavern.

The crowd not far away was noisy, already with a timid and hostile gaze, and at this time there was a hint of ferocity.

"He's here for trouble? Want us to shut up at Jazz?! ”

"We deserve revenge! It was the mutant shreds who killed two people here! ”

"He's alone, we can go up together and throw him into the lake!"

The whispered words of the villagers were completely heard by Lan En, but on the young man's expression, there was still calm.

Elder Allen's ass had completely left the bench at this point, and he seemed to be ready to start.

But in the end, it is the village elder who has a few more eyes than ordinary villagers.

"Demon Hunter, we—we can't interfere with Lord Viselard's wanted warrant, there's no point in you coming here."

The old man wanted to make a last-ditch effort to avoid bloodshed.

Not because he loves peace and cherishes life. But in this era, it is difficult for every village to accept the injury or even death of young and strong laborers.

The vulnerability of the smallholder economy.

With the secretion of adrenaline, the villagers' wheezing gradually became heavier, and they began to think that they were stealthily searching for weapons.

Lane didn't want to see the bloodshed happen, so he raised his eyes for the first time as he entered the room, glancing at the increasingly agitated crowd.

Then, the emotional villagers felt like they had been poured cold water on their heads.

In a dimly lit environment, the Demon Hunter's cat's eyes glow!

This world has magic, but it's a rarity. So it is even more mysterious, beyond the reach of a group of farmers.

A group of medieval farmers suddenly see a man with glowing cat eyes.

The horror and shock even made them speechless for a moment.

"The witcher who killed people in the area is dead, and I'm not here to get him in trouble."

Lan spoke to the village elder in a calm to cold tone.

He knew when to use his tone to assert the respect of others, and there was no trace of the detachment and ease of conversation with Mentos.

"The supreme mentor of the Bear School heard of the evil deeds of Bolton, the murderer, in this land. I had also heard of the importance of the local knights, so I activated the sacred tradition within the witcher and sent me to make amends for him. ”

This is a lie.

Hin Kawich Castle is now not even a ghost left, and the bear sends the Supreme Mentor?

But Lan En didn't identify with his school, or even his identity as a "witcher". Therefore, there is no psychological burden to pull up the banner to deceive the uninformed villagers.

Old Alan hesitated and sat down again.

"This ...... Thank you so much. Bill! What are you in a daze? It's a tavern! I'll let you serve a glass of water and really serve a glass of water?! Bring up a cup with a taste! ”

He reprimanded the villager bartender to vent his fears, but Old Alan relented when he turned to face Lane.

"Haven't asked for your name yet?"

The young man was stunned for a moment by this question.

But then he replied smoothly and naturally: "Lan of Sintra." ”

The full name of Bolton walking outside is Bolton of Sintra.

"Yes, Mr. Lanne. But、But I've never heard of a variant...... Would a witcher do that? ”

The young man's answer was cold and unkind.

"Didn't you listen to me?" The importance of the local knights', Viselard was the lord of Willen, and in order to have the right to work legally in the land in the future, we must take into account his own emotions. Do you think we'll compensate for killing people anywhere? ”

Compared to what he said just now, Lan En's tone was even worse at this time, but Old Alan immediately let down most of his guard.

The same goes for the villagers behind him.

Because that's in line with their worldview.

Doing good deeds is equivalent to losing money, and those who lose money should have resentment.

If a person is forced to arrange a loss-making errand on his head, it should be even worse to speak, which is normal.

Originally, the bartender was reluctant to pour his own home-made wine into the wine glass, but now in the blink of an eye, he walked towards Lan En with a full glass.

"Oops, that's the case?! May Meritelli bless you, Master Witcher. We're just fishermen who have been fishing for generations, and we don't have much knowledge, so don't be surprised by what happened just now. ”

"Bill! You idiot! Don't fool your guests with cheap horse urine! Bring your Royal Virgiana! ”

Turning his head, Old Allen's tone suddenly became intimate and attentive.

"By compensation, how much Oren do you mean?"

Allen's old face immediately smiled at Lan En, with a pipe in his mouth, and his eyes scanned Lan En's upper and lower body, hoping to catch a bulging and swollen money bag, his hands rubbed together like flies.

But in the face of his smiling face, the young man's expression was unmoved, but raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So, Elder Allen. You can arrange meals and accommodation for me. ”

“......”

"Huh?!"

The eyes of the people waiting for the gold coins suddenly widened in astonishment, and they met the cat's eyes.

...... Isn't there anything wrong with this logic!

At this time, Mentos let out a meaningful "oh" in Lan's mind.

In the eyes of the wise brain, who shared the plan at this moment, this action of his own master was in addition to meeting his own moral standards...... It seems that there is also something to be made on utilitarianism?!