The clean-up of the surrounding waters was carried out throughout the day.

Synchronized with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Oredon.

The combination of Lann and Bernie extended the safety of the village's fishing grounds by about five kilometres to the east.

During this period, nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword.

Each hunt was the same as the first: Bernie led the way to track the trails when he got ashore, while Lane observed the science from behind.

After encountering the water ghosts, the demon hunters are responsible for the armed work, and in the end, it is still Lann who dismantles the corpses of the water ghosts.

Twenty water ghosts gathered together were also enough power to slaughter the village in Willen.

But these water ghosts are very scattered, and the first five-headed group I saw was the largest wave, otherwise the young witcher would really have a headache.

As the sun was about to sink into Lake Fick, the two returned to the village together.

As Bernie's boat approached the village harbor, the fisherman-hunter raised an eyebrow.

"Hey." He snorted softly, motioning for the demon hunter who was sitting on his back at the bow of the boat to look back.

In the dim light, the village port was crowded.

The people who would normally have gone back to their homes at this time, or gathered in taverns, gathered on the harbor at this time.

Or absentmindedly weaving fishing nets, or sitting on a barrel and dangling your legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco with a clatter.

And when the people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one by two they put down their absent-minded work.

Immediately they swarmed up, each with their heads tilted and looking into the boat.

Old Allen stood at the front.

"Water ghost ears! Lots of water ghost ears! ”

The stench and dirty blood did not bother him at all, and the excited shout drew a large cheer.

This is the first time in this world that Lan En has been embraced by the crowd like a hero.

Old Allen's slap slammed the leather armor of the young man's shoulder.

"I didn't expect ......," he seemed a little incoherent at this point.

"I didn't expect you to tell the truth!"

Even if Lan En has worked hard to reach out to them in a way that is in line with the thinking of the locals, even if he has already done this point of preparation...... The distrust of witchers still exists.

This is the result of years of racialism.

But now...... What does it matter?

The young man also returned to old Allen happily at this time, and slapped the palm of his leather gloves on the old man's back, making him cough.

But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.

Trust has been established.

Mankind's yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all unwarranted hatred and discrimination.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lanne." Old Allen even had to shout close to Lanne's ear to make sure he heard in the midst of the cheers.

"For my sake, for the sake of the villagers of Auriden who are questioning you, come on, friend, I have to treat you to a big drink!"

"Royal Virgin?"

"Royal Virgin!"

So the men and women of the village laughed and poured into the little tavern.

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The tavern is not big, so a few candles are enough to provide lighting in a dim night.

On weekdays, there are only a few fishermen supporting the scene, but today it ushered in a crowded and lively business day.

Several women even brought musical instruments from home, which sounded to Len similar to flutes.

The minor key is cheerful and melodious, and it will not be annoying even if it is repeated all the time.

On the table, the young man poured a large sip of the yellow Royal Vitama beer.

The fermentation of this beer is under the jurisdiction of Vigema, the capital of Temeria, which is a professional brewmaster in the city.

The hops added at the right time add a refreshing sweetness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.

With a "pop", the half-left wooden wine glass was smashed on the table, and the young man licked the beer foam from the corner of his mouth unsatisfied.

An intelligent voice came to my head.

"With all due respect, sir. I can't believe anyone would want to add honey to a beer while drinking it......"

"Mentos, shut up!"

"Yes sir."

The wisdom of the brain is like a stream.

How many times have I said it! Can stress response be called unique?!

The interaction with Zhi Brain ended quickly, and the old Allen, who was sitting opposite Lan En, took a glass of cheap home brew and grinned and pointed to the bartender to Lan En.

"Bill is brushing the right ear of the water ghost you brought back."

The young man followed his finger and saw that the bartender over there was not only brushing his ears, but also nailing them to the wooden wall behind him with great interest.

"When I first entered the door, Bill told me that in the future, this tavern would be called [Water Ghost Right Ear]."

Lan En raised his eyebrows, "It's a pity that I can't collect his royalties from this name." ”

Old Alan laughed, drank the wine from the glass in his hand, and let out a long breath.

"Phew—I've got to go back, this party won't be going on for long, and the stock in Bill's barrels is almost gone. You'll be able to catch a meal when you go back in a moment. ”

Lan En nodded indifferently and motioned for old Alan to take care of himself.

But the old man lifted his buttocks, but as if he had thought of something again, he sat down again with a tangled expression, and pulled his head closer to the young man.

"It's Lane...... Well, can you ...... later? Don't perform your fork trick in front of my wife? ”

"Fork tricks? Oh, you mean when I threw a fork at the rat? ”

Bernie, who was standing not far away, keenly heard the word "trick", and he sat down next to the two of them with a wine glass to have fun.

"Tricks? What kind of trick are you talking about? ”

At this time, the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.

Lan chuckled and brought the glass to his lips, but Old Allen's expression was a little distorted.

"He threw a fork and stuck a mouse at dinner yesterday."

"That's it?" Bernie pouted, as if he had suddenly lost interest. "I can do that, although the mouse is slippery and petite, but I can't get closer."

Old Allen ignored Bernie, his eyes kept falling on Lane.

"yes, you can do that too. But it won't be at dinner time, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house. ”

Bernie's mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lane at his side.

The hands holding the glasses froze in mid-air.

The young man just shrugged at this.

"I thought it would be fun."

"I think it's funny, yes." Old Allen's face was full of discomfort.

"If you don't have anything to do, I can watch you throw a fork all day...... But don't do that in front of Hippona. She didn't even dare to come to this party today, and she hung a rabbit's foot on our bedside. ”

"Hey, bunny feet are useless for magic, for curses, monsters...... In short, it's useless for anything. ”

Lan En kindly reminded.

Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't that reassure her?" Besides......"

"You're a good man, Lanne. There's no reason for us to be so guarded against you. ”

The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En paused slightly as he drank.

Bernie next to him didn't notice anything, and was also helping, "Indeed, Lanne, you are a decent person. ”

The slightly bitter beer feels wonderful in my mouth at this moment.

The corners of the young man's mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile: "What else can I say?" Old Allen, your rats are really lucky. ”

"Haha! Isn't that all right? When you go back, eighteen water ghosts have their right ears, eighteen Oron, let's settle the money in cash! ”

Lann raised his glass and greeted Old Ellen.

Old Allen's ass re-emerged from the bench and walked out of the tavern.

And in the corner of the tavern, a small voice cut through the layers of noise, caught by the witcher's senses.

"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters? What is the difference between getting money by wielding a sword and a murderer or a robber?! ”

The voice was resentful.

In the ears of the demon hunter, the corner of the tavern suddenly fell silent for a moment because of these words.

But then, as if deliberately masking the young voice, the other voices in the corner began to laugh and sing loudly.

Except for this corner and the witcher, no one had ever heard such a phrase spoken in the tavern.

Lan's lips pursed, no one here could have imagined that the witcher's hearing would be so sharp.

He could have stepped forward now and pulled out that little voice.

The villagers who see him as heroes will definitely be on his side at this time.

But he sighed and didn't do it.

Because he could hear that the young voice was named Little White.

He was the only orphan of the villager who was killed by Bolton.