In fact, it is estimated that only the super-rich or demon hunters who really don't treat money as money in this world will take an heirloom-level sword to cut something.

Iron pieces can kill, so why use these treasures to go to war?

And this is the epitome of the difficulty of the Witcher's profession.

They took a sword worth hundreds of Oron to fight the monster to the death, but they couldn't exchange the sword for money, spend it in the city, and buy a house.

Because few people will protect the property of demon hunters.

After a trip to the blacksmith's shop, Lan En and Orydon's demon hunting commission had to be added to the list.

When equipment needs to be maintained, the village will reimburse the maintenance costs, and the village blacksmith will follow Lanen to the master blacksmith.

This is mainly to have a knowledgeable person to prevent Lan En's sky-high asking price reimbursement.

Although the young people did not want to do it at all.

"I didn't take advantage of you, you see, the armor I brought was damaged before this, and I plan to repair it myself at my own expense in the future."

Lan En clasped his hands on his chest and chuckled, walking behind with a nonchalant face.

Old Allen walked ahead with his lips pouted.

Yes, you're planning to fix it yourself at your own expense.

But what if before you save enough money to repair your armor, you get disemboweled by a water ghost because you don't have armor?!

What to do if you get your neck wiped by a swamp witch?!

Do you want to open up the fishing ground?!

Can the village's money still be earned?!

...... Damn it!

Old Alan looked at the young man's cotton armor behind him with disgust, and sighed.

It was decided to ask the skilled women in the village to work overtime tonight, so that the cotton armor on the composite armor he brought over would be sewn first.

Before the fishing grounds are completed, this hunter who works at a discount will have to give him a good life!

Hurting a finger will affect work efficiency!

Before Lann arrived, Old Alan would never believe that he would be in a hurry for the safety of a witcher.

It's a matter of course for mutants to kill monsters, and no one cares if they live or die.

But now, he has to greet him with a smile and care for him like an old mother.

As he walked, Lan En seemed to raise his mouth unintentionally.

"By the way, what happened to the two unlucky people who were killed, their families?"

At the mention of this, Old Allen's walking figure froze slightly.

Lan En's keen senses easily caught the moment, and his cat-eyes narrowed slightly.

"What, did something happen to them?"

The young man's tone was no different from before, and there was a kind of indifference that didn't care about himself.

But inexplicably, the old Allen who walked in front felt a chill at the base of his neck.

"No, how can I say that?" Old Alan said with some caution.

"One has ...... Dead. Little Turner ran after his puppy into the woods, where he was torn apart by the pus-draining pack of wild dogs. The scream was so miserable that his dying screams drove his mother crazy, and he rushed in directly. Several of our men who were there at the time didn't hold back, and then ...... Neither of them managed to get out of the woods. ”

The village elder sighed, but that was all there was to it. There are so many scenes of human tragedy that Willen is numbing.

He is still mainly worried about whether the two families of the victims are missing one or the other will affect the "compensation" of the Xiong School to the village.

Lan pursed his lips, and Old Allen only felt that the position of his neck was getting colder and colder.

"You guys, didn't you try to save it?"

"Save? How to save? Old Alan sighed and shook his head.

"Wild dogs are no longer afraid of people, they have all eaten human flesh. Unless they can actually be killed, ordinary threats will not be able to silence them. But at that time, the village was full of only a dozen men, including old people and children. ”

The inexplicable chill at the base of his neck disappeared, and old Allen tilted his head and didn't care, and continued to walk forward.

The young man followed with his head bowed, his steps slightly heavy.

What else could Lan En say?

He came to Oriden with gratitude and reparation, and he was not at all acquainted with the two peasants who had spoken for him and then died.

But he was a sincere and determined man.

So he came here in the hope of helping his widows and orphans who were living in poverty.

To this end, he made a plan, and with his little knowledge, he managed to grasp the balance of people's hearts and minds, and created a situation from which everyone could benefit.

But now, the village elders told him that one family was dead.

No one can even hate, because it was a pure accident.

There are so many feelings in my heart that I don't even know what I feel at this time.

"And the little White family, over there."

Old Allen walked and reached out and pointed to his side.

At this time, the wind is rising after the rain, and the dark lake is also surging under the dark clouds.

But in the village, adults and children are still busy with their own affairs as if they were on a daily basis.

Mending fishing nets in the rain, turning boats over and setting them up for repairs, and carrying smelly wooden barrels with catches......

A woman dressed in tattered and dirty clothes led a boy through the village tired and attentive.

Mending fishing nets and carrying things for other villagers.

And after greeting each other with a smile, the occasional hanging head and face are full of numbness, until they meet the next busy villager.

The villagers accepted help as a matter of course, and there was no shortage of impatient and unangry ones.

But the peasant woman deliberately didn't see it.

The little boy, who looked big and small because of lack of nutrition, followed her and tried to help.

The malnourished body has to press its own weight on the barrel containing the catch.

That's not playing, that action of gritting your teeth and even putting your head on top is really desperate!

Children don't understand complicated things, but the atmosphere in the family has taught them that they must do it with adults.

So the child's face, which should have been innocent, also put on a deliberate flattering smile after panting.

That smile sent chills down Lan's heart.

But he still didn't show it.

Because if you are too eager or angry, it will make the villagers feel uneasy.

You are here to do good, that is, to suffer. You shouldn't be paying attention to these things.

The barren insight and wisdom of the villagers will confuse them, then panic, and then turn into hostility.

In order to calm his mind, Lan En wanted to press his chest.

But the touch of pressing on the cotton armor is a hard cylinder.

It's the storage jar that holds the genetic seeds.

But this time, Lan En didn't let go because he recalled the grotesque appearance of the piece of meat in the jar.

Instead, he held the glass jar in his arms tightly.

It was like holding the power itself!