Early the next morning.

With the clanging sound of iron, Lan En placed his Bear School silver sword against the wall in the village blacksmith workshop.

"I'm sorry for you, Ivan."

Lann looked up to greet Blacksmith Ivan.

"Don't worry, I'll take it in an hour. The elder explained, the silver for your sword will be recorded in the village account, and the quality of my batch of silver ingots is nothing to say. ”

Ivan's glistening arms by the fire patted his storage box proudly.

According to him, the stock here comes either from Virjema or Goth Willen.

His skills weren't very good, but he was good enough to feed the blade of the silver sword.

Bolton's silver sword hadn't been repaired for a long time since he was wanted, and yesterday he had slashed eighteen water ghosts in a row, and a considerable part of the silver plating had been worn off.

Worth at least two Oren.

The young man's studded leather gloves swung in the air and he walked out of the blacksmith's workshop.

One has to appreciate again the wisdom of one's own decision.

If you live in a big city, not to mention the rent and the exclusion and discrimination of others, and the hidden arrows that come from it.

At least this kind of attentive service and free treatment is not to be thought of.

"Woo-"

Walking on the boardwalk in the village, Lan would occasionally tap his forehead.

"Yesterday was a bit of a fierce one, Mentos."

The young man complained.

"I've included your feedback in full, but please ......"

"Come on...... Don't read me your rules and regulations! ”

“...... Yes, sir. ”

Knowing that he would get the same answer every time, Lan En couldn't help but complain every time his brain was instilled with knowledge like a Coke bottle.

But at the end of the day, Mentos's capabilities are still unquestionably superior.

Last night, in the skill analysis column, the [trace detection] from Bernie, an old hunter, has reached 13%.

This equates to 13% of Bernie's proficiency and knowledge in this skill.

The results were evident after the infusion overnight, and now Lann walks the boardwalk.

The footsteps rubbed against a bump mark that was almost recognizable in the blink of an eye, a mark from a week to a month ago, and the source was the tipping and collision of wooden barrels.

Matched with his witcher senses, he knew that only barrels and barrels of fish would pass along the way.

"If you don't want to fight, being a detective is more than enough."

Suddenly, Lan En thought.

But soon he laughed at himself, because very few people would ask someone with a cat's eye to investigate what they wanted to know.

Witchers have the technical skills to be detectives, but that doesn't prevent them from starving to death because they can't get work.

"Sir, I don't advise you to lament now. Because according to the plan, you need to immediately take the cotton armor cover on your body to repair it in preparation for the afternoon hunt. Your [Surgery] skill still needs a lot of training materials, the [Biological Structure] item still has a large blank space waiting to be filled, and [Trace Detection] also needs to follow and analyze the target person. ”

"Am I not walking? Just a few small openings, and it will be over in a while. ”

The young man put down his hand pressing the corner of his forehead and muttered to himself.

Surgery is a practical skill, which is not the same as trace detection, which is essentially the accumulation of knowledge and experience.

The effect of simply instilling knowledge is extremely limited, and it is a technique that requires Lan En to get hands-on and practice, and then Mentos to revise it from time to time to improve his mastery.

Skills such as [Bear School Swordsmanship] and [Horsemanship] all belong to this type.

Walk along the boardwalk above the lake, twisting and turning between the wooden houses.

"That's how it went, right? Old Allen described it as 'the best mother-in-law in sewing'. ”

The construction of wooden houses is very messy, after all, this is a village of 100 people, and there are about 30 houses.

So much so that even the village elders could only point out the direction in vague terms when describing the location of the tailor.

The smell of a fishing village is anything but good, especially in this primitive fishing and hunting village.

The fish blood in the cracks of the wooden planks has been exposed to the wind and sun, and the smell is much stronger than that of rotten meat in summer.

The witcher had a sensitive sense of smell, and the young man was at the end of his dizziness, so Lan En didn't know where to go for a while.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from the crack between the wooden houses.

He had heard it in the tavern last night.

"Master Witcher, you're ...... Looking for anyone? ”

The voice was cautious, with a little undisguised flattery.

Lan En's cat's eyes, which had been distracted, suddenly woke up, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on top of his head.

He stiffened his turn and faced the child. The man who didn't blink an eye when he was a water splitter didn't dare to make eye contact with the young child's eyes at this time.

In Lan's heart, he was a debtor.

"Well, I—my cotton armor needs to be mended, I'll find a tailor with good enough skills."

The boy seemed to be abruptly happy, "Good tailor? My mom ...... No, I know one of the best tailors in Oriden! I can take you! ”

As he spoke, the boy approached the young man briskly and showed him the way.

Lan En followed suit.

On the slippery boardwalk, the boy was completely oblivious to the resentment he had had felt in the corner of the tavern last night.

He ran and jumped happily, and his head and body were small because of lack of nutrition, making him look like a walking tumbler.

Lan En saw very clearly, the boy wanted to say hello several times on this road, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he still gave up.

For children, a flattering smile is easy to say, but flattering words are really hard to say.

After a while, the boy breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that Lan En didn't actually mean to speak.

It's like being free from greetings, which is a great thing for him.

Even with his footsteps, he was a little lighter and more cheerful.

- It's a very real social phobia.

When he got to the vicinity of a wooden house, it was as if the boy had finally faced the task he had to do.

"Master." The boy mustered up the courage to stumble and speak.

"Although I have nothing to do with her, this tailor's craftsmanship is really good, even if it is a patch, it can be strong and beautiful!"

"You can't live in armor all the time, can you? I think if I make a few regular clothes with her, it will definitely not be worn out for many years, it is too worthwhile! ”

"You're knocking here, I'll go first."

The person inside the door seemed to have heard the movement and came to open the door. The little boy White turned around and hurried away.

After a while, it disappeared around the corner of the wooden house.

The door creaked open, and a tired and emaciated woman stood inside.

It was White's mother.

"Elder Allen has already informed me that I also sewed your cotton armor yesterday with a few companions. Is it still insured? ”

When the peasant woman in front of her saw Lan En, she immediately cheered up and welcomed him into the house with a smile.

The size of the house is normal in Oriden, and the wooden planks on the floor are clean.

It is not difficult to imagine the peasant woman's efforts to maintain the family environment, even when there is no man in the family.

In terms of furniture, it is very empty because of the sudden decline in domestic labor.

Presumably some have already been sold.

The young man felt that he had never been so nervous when he faced the monster for the first time.

Because he had a clear conscience at that time, only for victory.

But now......

"Very, very well, the water ghost's claws hung in a few places, but the slit in the abdomen was always fine. Great workmanship. ”

"yes, then I'm relieved."

White's mother helped Rann take off his cotton armor and prepare to start repairing it.

Lane still had the breeches of the Bear School armor and the linen lining of the upper body.

"At the door just now, was there a child recommending you to make a few more clothes?"

The peasant woman asked Lan as she went to the corner cabinet to look through the needlework tools.

"Well, a boy, he said he didn't know you."

"Haha, that's my son, my name is Donna."

White's mother smiled cheerfully and said, "Please forgive him, he just wants to give me more light work." Advice from strangers can be much more effective than testimonials from sellers' relatives...... That's probably what he thought, right? Haha, clever ghosts! ”

"Of course, if you really need a few clothes, I'd welcome them too. After all, women go to work in the fishing grounds, even if it's just to help, I'm a little overwhelmed. ”

Lan En pursed his lips and nodded.

His cat's eyes were still glancing at the impoverished but clean home, his brow furrowed to the point of being uneven.

"I will, I, I need a lot of clothes, after all, people like me are inevitably very expensive to wear. However, Mrs. Donald ......"

"Didn't the elders and the village help you?"

The witcher asked sharply.