With two clicks, Lane and Bernie jumped from the boat into the muddy mudflats.

"This is the place where the fish on the outskirts of the fishing ground are relatively abundant, and it is easy for you to find water ghosts here, and those beasts are not even bothered to avoid people now."

Lan's nose fluttered, and the steamy wind mixed with all kinds of fishy smells.

The smell of the tidal flats is not good, fishy, bloody, seafishy......

Change to a pampered master, and he can let him eat breakfast for nothing in the first breath.

Through the witcher's mutated senses, he could feel the scents swirling around him like a halo of colourful light.

Eventually, after careful discernment, he chose his target.

- A disgusting smell like a mixture of fish, shrimp, and seaweed rotting.

This is the smell of water ghosts.

After focusing on a scent, the air distributed by that scent is like a streamer, "highlighted" in the witcher's field of vision.

The rest of the clutter is filtered out.

Of course, it is also thanks to the frequent activities of this group of water ghosts that the smell here is too fresh.

It stands to reason that these smells alone would be enough for Lan En to directly find the group of water ghosts.

But instead of moving immediately, he turned to ask Bernie, who had begun to remove the bow and arrow from his back.

"Can you track down those water ghosts?"

Bernie gave the young man a surprised look, isn't that your job?

But nothing was said.

"These obvious footprints, as well as the broken scales of the water ghosts...... But it's all about individuals. ”

"......" Mentos in his head emitted a string of ellipses of unknown significance.

Lan En looked at the tidal flat in front of him expressionlessly.

The black, smelly mud was strewn with all sorts of strange messy marks.

Caused by wild beasts, drifters, and water ghosts......

To those who have no tracking experience, it's just a mess of dirt.

The scales of the water ghost and the scales of the fish are not distinguishable at all, and the so-called "obvious footprints" are not visible at all under the messy traces.

...... I'm really sorry for being a person!

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched faintly.

"Very well, I need to adjust my combat status, and the tracking will be left to you."

There wasn't much explanation, and it just so happened that Bernie didn't want to ask too much, but it was actually an easy job for him anyway.

So the man with the long leather gloves went to the front and began to naturally survey the various traces and make a direction accordingly.

And in Lan's mind, Mentos also began to work according to Lanen's plan.

"New parsing item - [Trace Detection]

Skill Source - [Fisherman Bernie]

In the analysis of information integration, the current progress is 1%. ”

"I'll pass on the results of the analysis to me in the evening, I don't want to have my brain swelling like a dangling Coke bottle when dealing with water ghosts for a while."

"Roger, sir."

Mentos' intelligent voice is as good as flowing.

The process of transferring knowledge to the brain cannot be changed because it has no authority. Uncomfortable for sure.

But it's still okay to pick a time to suffer.

The exchange in his mind was quick, and Bernie was still looking down at the mud.

Lan En didn't understand why he could always get all kinds of subtle traces.

For example, you can see a shallow scratch on the dirt floor, or find a clue in a pile of footprints that have already become a mess, and then adjust the direction on the spot.

That direction was adjusted with much more precision than the scent he had caught with the witcher's sense of smell.

Lan En sighed as he followed, and the transcendent senses also needed knowledge and experience to be used more effectively.

Every qualified witcher is an out-and-out master of recourse.

Although I don't regret that I have lost my teacher by myself, I need to make up for my lack of experience and ability.

In a world where productivity is backward, even the skills of butchers cutting meat and coopers making barrels are family traditions, or apprentices can only learn them with money and effort.

Not to mention the ability to hunt and track down to feed a family.

But fortunately, Lan En's good partner allows him to refine and summarize nutritious knowledge from just what he sees.

"Your tracking methods don't seem to be the same as my ones."

Following Bernie, Lane tried to pretend to be a little more knowledgeable.

Whether it's right or not, the confidence is enough anyway!

"It's like just now, you're looking at that scratch on the dirt floor, and we usually focus on the mess next to it."

Bernie thought back to the "messiness" in the young man's mouth.

Isn't that a sign of dead fish or rotten meat or something, being dragged into a hole by a crab?

What is this good for tracking down water ghosts?

Bernie had doubts, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

After all, who knows what the tracking techniques of other demon hunters are?

Maybe they can use crabs for divination?

"That scratch is the mark of the water ghost's toe rubbing the ground, they have webbing between their fingers, and the marks are obviously different."

Bernie answered questions honestly.

"[Trace Detection] is undergoing skill calibration

In the analysis of information integration, the current progress is 9%. ”

"Sir, I suggest you continue to try to ask questions."

Mentos' chime made Rann happy.

Of course, the brain can extract a skill from a person's body just by observing it, but if the skill holder explains the skill information, the progress bar will of course accumulate faster.

But Lane wasn't prepared to keep asking.

Ask one or two sentences is technical exchanges, and if you ask too much, don't you just make it clear that you can't do anything? Pure pure dew filling.

The tracking process was not long, and when it reached a small slope about two hundred meters away from the place where it came ashore, the cries of the water ghosts could be easily heard by ordinary people.

Crossing this slope, you should be able to see hordes of monsters.

Bernie turned to look at Lanne, and the meaning was obvious-

Now it's your job.

The young man was completely different from the previous tracking process, and stepped forward without hesitation.

The shiny Bear School silver sword unsheathed with a low, gentle sound of metal rubbing.

The gentle voice meant that the hand holding the sword was very stable, and even Bernie felt a sense of relief.

"Put away your bow, there are only five water ghosts in total, I can handle it. We haven't worked together, and your arrows may interfere with me. ”

Bernie put the bow back on his back.

He had already been a little skeptical about Lan En's tracking skills along the way, but now that the young man directly said the exact number of water ghosts, he completely threw away his doubts.

The young man walked unhurriedly across the slope, his free left hand gesturing in front of him.

The golden magic flashed, and a magical rune of the same color began to wander around Lan En's body.

"Quinn."

Lan En, who has changed his costume all over, intends to use a more aggressive combat style this time.

Good equipment gives him a lot of confidence.

In this case, the spherical [Quinn] of applied school knowledge is not suitable, and the original version is more advantageous.

A few wows and screams under the small slope suddenly fell silent, and the five pairs of dead fish eyes without eyelids stared roundly, and they all looked at the figures slowly walking down the slope.

And then......

"Wow !!" *5