"Why do you think that, Master?"

Mrs. Donald looked back at Lan in astonishment, and then, as if she had understood something, let out a cheerful and teasing laugh again.

"I see, I see, your expression is ...... Guilty? Donna asked with a smile. Guilty of the witcher who killed my husband and was in the same school as you? ”

The young man opened his mouth, but Mrs. Donner laughed again before he could speak.

"Oh, for the sake of the plague, don't make such an expression."

"Murder is a matter of life, but the man in my family is an out-and-out drunkard, usually as fierce as a water ghost, and he doesn't work much. To be honest, maybe it's better to have him than he is at home? ”

"Do you want to hear tragic stories? I don't have it here, and it has nothing to do with my drunkard. ”

Lady Donna's already wrinkled hands waved nonchalantly in the air.

"Oh, yes, yes?" Lan's upbringing made him feel that he shouldn't talk about the deceased, and now that the family said so, he still felt a little embarrassed.

"Haha! Then again, I really didn't expect the life of a demon hunter to be so far from that of us ordinary farmers? Judging by the way you look, you must have been a decent and wealthy family before you became a witcher, right? ”

After saying that, the cheerful smile on her face was retracted for the first time, and it was replaced by an expression that Lan En couldn't read.

It was a calm, gentle expression.

What does that expression mean? Lan asked inwardly, but Mentos couldn't answer.

"I'm being disliked, I'm doing the work that a woman's body can't do." Donna whispered, "But that's how life is in the village. ”

"The village can't afford to be burdened. To be honest, I'm glad that I'm still disliked and have a job to do. I am also grateful to the villagers and elders because ......"

"At least this will allow me to raise my children."

In a soft tone, in fact, Lady Donna can't speak with the strength she has now.

But these words were like thunder in Lan's ears!

He suddenly felt that Mrs. Donner, this peasant woman who was already beginning to grow old, was very beautiful.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with the exuberant and abnormal hormones of adolescent witchers, it is a kind of Ling Ran beauty that faces the cruelty of life and readily accepts the challenge, determined to rush to the end.

Lane felt that he would remember this beauty for the rest of his life.

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The tear in the cotton armor cover is indeed not big, but it is very scattered. As Lan had expected, it was completed in less than twenty minutes under Mrs. Donner's workmanship.

Stepping out of the room, Lan En lowered his eyes and walked on the boardwalk.

"Actually...... There's a lot wrong with her rhetoric, right? ”

The communication in the brain began, and there was only one person in this world that Lan En could confide his feelings to.

"Yes sir." Maybe it was an illusion, but Lane felt that Mentos's voice was softer than usual.

"There was a fierce husband who was an alcoholic, but there was no sign of violence in the house. On the day her husband was killed, his feet were still stained with cow dung and dirt from the fields, but she said that he was lazy and did not work...... There are many doubts. ”

But the purpose is very simple -

She didn't want Rann to be burdened with guilt that didn't belong to him.

Even if she said bad things about her husband in private with Lan En, she didn't want this young man to live with guilt.

He's a very nice guy.

And it is for this kind of person that he will return to Ouriden.

Spirited, Lan hurried back to the blacksmith's shop, just as Ivan was cutting the newly plated silver on the stone wheel.

In less than two minutes, the young man had two long swords on his back again.

It was midday, and Rann dragged Bernie and set sail.

Both of them carried a sandwich of bread and salted fish and pickled vegetables in their arms, which served as lunch.

"I always feel like you're ...... today Motivated? ”

Bernie at the stern of the boat took the helm as he bit on the salted fish sandwich and looked at Lan in a little surprise.

Lan, who was sitting at the bow of the boat, had already finished his lunch in three or two, and was now checking the buckles on his armor and boots one by one.

"I still need a lot of water ghost practice, Bernie. We can go west today, and if we are lucky, we may even meet the water ghost nest. ”

"You're the leader, I'm okay with that."

Bernie shrugged indifferently.

After last night's drink, he doesn't care much about the little catch he loses every day.

Perhaps it was Ran's drive that infected Bernie, who had a fast ride today.

It didn't take long to follow the shore of Lake Fick to reach their first tracking point.

Unlike yesterday's muddy mudflats, the terrain along the coast is densely wooded.

Thick trees can almost bare their roots on the banks of the river.

Lan En let out an incomprehensible "tsk".

The woods are a bit of a constraint as a combat environment, but at the same time, Bernie is bound to show a novel tracking knowledge in the woods. This made Rann a bit of a love-hate affair.

"The number of fish in this area is also very good." Bernie said as he steered the ship to slow down.

"A little further northwest ashore, is Midcowpes. There's also a famous local blacksmith over there, maybe you're interested? ”

"Forget it." Lan En's expression was flat.

Ivan's craftsmanship has revealed the level of craftsmanship in the land of Willen.

A well-known local blacksmith is probably the same level as Ivan, and it is far from the master level.

Bernie shrugged, patted the crumbs off his hands, and put his long leather gloves back on and tied them up.

With a "bang", the two jumped out of the boat together and walked towards the woods on the riverbank.

Bernie consciously walked ahead and was responsible for tracing the traces.

"I said Lan, do water ghosts still build nests in the woods?"

He's a hunter, but he doesn't know anything about monster habits, so he has this question.

Although Lan En "took the initiative" to teach without waiting for the tutor to finish teaching, he was also taught.

He slowly pulled out the Bear School Silver Sword with a "poof", not taking the posture of bringing the hilt to the side of his face as usual.

Instead, the hilt is held with both hands naturally down, with the tip of the sword facing backwards, and the entire blade of the sword remaining sideways on the right side.

Every time you move, you put your weight on your toes, and your steps are light and steady.

It's not a state of active attack, but a posture for quick reaction.

"Water ghosts are amphibians, and their nesting requirements are only 'at the water's, and whether it is a tidal flat, a forest, or even a farmland, it is no different for them."

"Then these beasts are really tenacious."

"Who's to say it isn't."

The two of them chatted with each other, mainly to relieve tension in this dense and opaque woods.

The woods of Willen are full of dangers, with wild dogs, wolves, and brown bears just common animals, and more dangerous monsters like to lurk in them.

Coupled with the good sound-absorbing ability of leaves and wood, once a basic person enters the woods for about 30 meters, he will not even be able to reach the screams of dying outside the woods.

Imagine just thirty meters away, a few seconds on flat ground.

You're being eaten by monsters, and passers-by outside can't even hear.

So the people of Willen used to turn the woods into "green swamps".

The two were still moving forward, and according to Bernie, "because they were in the woods, the scales and footprints of the water spirits were more abrupt and easy to identify."

But when the two of them really got close to the group of water ghosts, the forest still scared them a lot.

Bernie was supposed to let them face the water ghosts and make sure of the situation before slowly approaching.

But after a few times of missing clues and finding them again, they did see the water ghost......

It's just that when they saw it, this water ghost was less than ten meters away from the two of them!

It's almost pasted sideways!

Fortunately, Bernie is an old hunter, and his movements in the woods are light and quiet, so he is not taken out of place by the water ghosts.

Lane and Bernie looked at each other, and Bernie was already starting to tremble in fear.

At this distance, it was impossible to see the situation of the group of ghosts, but it was completely unrealistic for the two of them to change their positions.

Fighting a battle without intelligence is a taboo for witchers.

Reality is not a game, monsters are not distributed according to level, and the slightest mistake in the witcher will face death.

An ordinary demon hunter can most likely declare his career over when he encounters the current situation.

Lan Enke didn't have a good "apprentice" to give him a thunderbolt.

"Tsk." But in such a situation, the young man only smacked his tongue slightly.

Originally, with his current 13% [Trace Detection] proficiency, if he filled in the gaps for Bernie, he wouldn't be at this point.

But on the way just now, his main focus was on guarding against danger and observing Bernie's skills.

"No way...... Mentos! Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the water ghost beside him who didn't know what he was gnawing on.

"At your service, sir."

"Turn on the Seal Assist Function."