Early the next morning, the oily and slippery Bopai was led out by the villagers.

Lan stroked the horse's nose, he knew that this guy had been given an extra meal last night.

Two rejuvenated swords were already on their backs.

Ivan had worked all night the previous night, and Bernie had contributed the best wood and fish skins to make a new scabbard, as he had promised.

In Lan's eyes, this scabbard alone was worth five Oren coins.

In the panic last night, Ouriden was able to appease the villagers thanks to Old Allen's disclosure of the information that Lan En was going to participate in the investigation.

In this day and age, it is only natural to shed blood for the sake of faith.

Because, no one knows what kind of mess people who are overly excited will cause under the emotional turmoil.

The horse's hooves stomped on the ground, splashing dirt and weeds, and Lan leaned lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.

Therefore, although Popai was carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight, he was still running very happily.

In less than two hours, Mead Coughs was already in sight.

Slowing down, Popai jogged into the village.

Lann's cat's eyes looked down without a trace, and the villagers here were the same as Orryden's.

They don't have the heart to work at all, even if it's about whether they can make ends meet.

"Aha! You're finally here. ”

Or the same tavern, the halberd Yorker greeted at the door.

It appears to have been requisitioned by a dozen sergeants for temporary shelter.

"Chief Strenger hasn't sobered up yet, the others are reworking their gear, and I've been sent to receive you, Master."

Let York take the reins of Popai from his hand and tie him to the edge of the tavern.

Lan En's nose twitched, and the smell of alcohol here was really a little choking.

"Thanks, just call me Lane, York. Let's hurry up, can you show me the corpse first? ”

"Hey, I'm here to receive you, let's go."

York smiled and helped his helmet and walked ahead with his halberd.

"We found a deserted house on the edge of the village, where the bodies were parked. You know the weather is bad these days, and to be honest, I've seen how good a witcher can be, and you and your teacher, that old bastard is the most powerful swordsman I've ever seen. But I don't think you can find anything from a corpse that's about to rot. ”

Lane was silent.

He can't actually say anything, because his current [Trace Detection] proficiency is only 19%.

Although he thought his mutation was perfect, the effects of the witcher's senses were good among demon hunters.

But the knowledge reserve of tracking is not even half as good as that of an ordinary hunter.

It's easy to be embarrassed to speak too early.

But as York and Rann got closer and closer to the outskirts of the village, Rann sniffled and sighed.

The right hand crossed his shoulder and touched the silver sword behind him.

"York."

"What?"

The halberd soldier also led the way in front with a big grin.

"I guess you didn't leave enough light next to the corpse, and you didn't leave anyone to look after it."

"Hey, God! How do you know......" York turned around and saw that Lane had drawn his silver sword.

His face and the hand holding the halberd tightened suddenly, "There are monsters? ”

Quick response, man.

Lan looked at York in a slightly surprised way, and continued.

"The faintly smelling corpse was not buried in the soil, nor was it burned, nor was it cared for...... Ghouls love this thing to death. ”

Before York could react, Lan En had already activated his body, and in an instant, he entered a charging posture, and the abrupt transformation between movement and stillness was like a ghost!

“...... ! ”

The halberd soldier scolded angrily and hurried to follow.

The stakes in Du Enhan's case are very high, and now there are few clues, if the victims' bodies are all destroyed, one of their soldiers will be counted as one, don't even think about it!

It's not far away, and Lan En can't go wrong at all if he follows the scent.

Only two turns were made between the wooden houses in the village, and a very dilapidated wooden house was revealed.

The footsteps did not stop, and the young man gave the command in his head.

"Mentos, block out the noise!"

"Roger, noise filtering complete."

Suddenly, in addition to the sound of his own footsteps, Lan heard the sound of twelve paws touching the ground in the room.

Ghouls are creatures that are on all fours, and there are three of them in the cabin.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was directly smashed into several large pieces by Lan En, and the sawdust flew out.

Without waiting for the monster in the house to roar, Lan, who was located by sound with the assistance of Mentos, although his vision was obscured by sawdust, he immediately decided to slash first!

"Whew-whew!!"

The shiny silver sword left a crescent-like afterimage in midair, and a ghoul had his leg cut off from the hip under the blind sword.

Even if it's a monster, it's time to scrap it now.

York, who rushed over from behind, just like the original cooperation with Lanen, followed by the Duanping halberd and stabbed out.

The ghoul lying on his stomach was stabbed in the side ribs by him, and his body was pushed against the base of the wall together.

The only surviving monster rushed madly towards the doorway behind Lanen, trying to escape.

Instead of going up to block the road, Lan En turned sideways and got out of the way.

The ghoul moved a little faster.

But above him, invisible from the ghoul's vision of the ghoul on all fours, Lan En was already holding his sword in both hands, raised above his head.

The monster rubbed against the hem of Lan En's swung clothes, but at the same time, a cold silver light fell from the sky.

The sound of "poof" fell directly into the ghoul's cervical vertebrae!

Stopping the sword sideways, in other swordsmanship, only means changing the direction and changing the position. But in the Bear School swordsmanship, that represents a more powerful next blow!

Rotation is a part of the swordsmanship of the Bear School.

After the slight "poof" sound, only the corpses of the detached monsters rushed out of the door, bringing up a small cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.

Lan En paced over to the ghoul who had one of its legs cut off at first, stepped on its struggling and roaring body, and stabbed the silver sword through the occipital hole in the back of its head.

The tip of the sword pierced directly through its mouth.

"Fuck monsters." York also pulled his halberd from the ghoul's body, his face depressed.

"It's over, now there's no body."

Lan En's face was not good-looking.

But on second thought, is this ...... It's not your fault that you can't find the murderer?

Lan En was still a little worried about the impact of the mission on his reputation.

Isn't the service industry just asking for a good name?

“？” Mentos had a question mark in his mind.

Lane: "You'?" 'What, the witcher really looks at the reputation and pays the salary in the high-level commission, isn't it the service industry? ”

Mentos stopped talking.

But it's one thing to be smart, and when it comes to the mission, Lan En is still very reliable.

York had retreated outside, and the stench of ghoul blood had filled the house.

He looked depressed and slightly frightened.

There is no doubt that the clue is gone.

This time, the task was to attach great importance to even the knights, and directly send a dozen cavalry to fight. But the only clue is that the ghouls are gnawing right under their noses!

He didn't dare to think about how he would be punished when he returned to the crow's nest.

"The murderer can't be caught...... Not only will the Jazz punish, but even the benevolent Goddess Meritelli may be wrathed! ”

He was actually a devotee of the goddess Meritelli.

At this time, Lan En, who came out to breathe together, patted the self-pitying halberd soldier from behind and walked towards the house.

"Hey, if you want to collect money, you have to do something, I'll see if I can find some clues from this pile of 'kitchen waste'."

York was overjoyed and looked expectantly at Lane's back.

He looked at Lan En who walked into the house with admiration, and said in his heart that the witcher was really bullish.

He played with cow dung at home when he was a child, and grew up in a room where no one who had built a manure pit in the barracks couldn't stay, and Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was still sniffing inside.

Don't care if you can find a clue or not, anyway, whoever says that the witcher doesn't help him is in a hurry!