That's the end of the cannibal case.

Lan En sensed the existence of a group of cannibals, but they really didn't seem to matter much to this world.

All that remains to be done now is to take the murderer to the crow's nest and receive the bounty of two hundred and thirty Oron by the way.

Before leaving, Lane returned to Orydon, taking his torn armor with him.

He plans to see if he can fix it directly in the crow's nest.

Ivan didn't mention the matter of going along, which can be regarded as a reflection of the upgrade of Oredon's trust in young people.

"So...... Did the brute catch it? ”

Old Allen stood at the entrance of the village and asked, and behind him were a pair of nervous eyes.

"Well, I got it, it didn't take much effort." Lann said with a smile as he placed the package of the armor on Popai's back.

"He's a cannibal, but he doesn't really know where Dunhan is, and where he commits crimes. It's not a deliberate provocation to the goddess's beliefs, don't worry. ”

If it is a deliberate provocation, then several surrounding villages are ready to maintain a young patrol.

Because there must have been more than one wave of provocations.

But now there is no need to waste this manpower, which is a relief for everyone.

Lane joins up with Philip Strenger's team and rushes to the Raven's Nest in the north.

The journey on horseback took almost two days.

The murderer, not surprisingly, began to have a fever that night.

After all, it is unrealistic to be stabbed through the soles of the feet and brought out of the swamp without infection.

"Tsk, Master, do you have any potions that you can hang him in? Two days is enough, so I'll wait for you to get the bounty, right? ”

Philip rubbed his hands together and came to Lann a little embarrassed.

Lan En, who was sitting by the fire, immediately offered a set of three in a row: "No, no, I don't know." ”

In fact, there are a lot of potions, sword oil, and so on in the alchemy bag.

But the toxicity is too fierce for ordinary people, and the murderer is estimated to be either dead or stupid after drinking.

Although Sir Viselard probably didn't care if he was a fool or not, he ...... How expensive that thing is!

I'm not willing to hunt myself, I give it to a cannibal?

And now Lan En doesn't have the energy to divide into the field of alchemy, these things are all Boldon's stock, with one bottle less than one.

So, under Philip's pleading gaze.

Lan En went straight to the murderer, who was lying on horseback, already unconscious. Lift his pant leg and confirm that the blackening has begun below the ankle.

Then, he pulled the steel sword from his back.

The left hand shifted the mudra as it brushed over the steel sword.

"Igni."

Like a "stab" of dripping water in a pan, Xueliang's sword body instantly turned red.

It was only then that Philip understood what the witcher was trying to do.

"The plague is above! You won't want to ......"

"Poof!"

The crimson sword body slashed a round of arcs in the air, directly chopping off the two feet of the murderer on horseback!

There was no bleeding, and the wound was scalded in an instant.

The murderer, who was tormented by a high fever to the point of confusion, is now fully awake with a "whoosh".

His screams frightened even the horses.

Lan En didn't even save the sword, and when it cooled down, he directly put the sword into the sheath.

As he passed Philip, he patted the brawny man on the shoulder.

"The amputation was a success, and you see how powerful this guy is, I think he will live for at least five days."

What can Philip say? A cannibal, the cheers are over.

The cavalry didn't react much to this, or rather, their attention was focused on Ran's Ignifa seal.

A fiery and glowing sword!

Who can say no to this?

At least for now, there are no more people in these dozen or so cavalry who are full of witchcraft, filth, mutants or anything.

They felt that Lan En's handsome hand was explosive.

Lan En was also in a good mood, and he felt that he had done something to eliminate discrimination.

Two days was not a long journey, and Lan En and his party soon reached the crow's nest.

The sea breeze with the smell of fish crosses the border, and the sky is with the dark clouds.

Willen's weather has made Lan En complain many times, and he still hasn't used to it anyway.

Sir Viselard hurried over to fetch the culprit, and after a few words of negotiation with Philip aside, he smiled reluctantly at the young man.

He didn't stay any longer, and took the cannibal to the stake that had been set up in the morning.

"It's a pity we can't dissect him." A neutral intelligent voice came from the young man's head, "Otherwise, the proficiency of [surgery] will definitely usher in a wave of increase." ”

"Don't be greedy, Mentos." Lan En shrugged indifferently.

"In this case, you can't have both money and proficiency. A criminal who can make the people hate the same enemy is a gift from heaven to the lord. And if you can let this criminal die in his own hands in front of everyone, it will be even more significant. If the beast died, it would be more than half of the importance to Viselard, and I don't know how much he would get in return. ”

"The main purpose of my [surgery] skill is to transplant gene seeds independently, and other people's body data has not helped the primary goal for the time being, and it is not a pity to give up."

"Yes, sir."

The conversation between Zhi Brain and his master came to an end for the time being, as Philip was pacing over with a flask in his mouth.

"Poof-ha! Or my dwarven spirits are strong enough! The strong man stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a big grin.

"Don't blame Sir for not coming here just now, he hasn't seen a few witchers in his life, and he thinks you're monsters in storybooks."

"I told him your reward, and he completely agreed. But when he heard that you were asking for money to repair the armor, he wanted to save some money as well. ”

The witcher stood with his hands on his chest and his back against a wooden fence.

On the burned stake across from him, the lord was already holding a torch and pointing at the sinners to address the audience.

There is no doubt that Viselard has some oratorical skills, and this crime is indeed outrageous.

So the leaders in the audience were excited, eager to tear the cannibal alive.

"It's kind of interesting...... What price does he offer? ”

Philip burped before speaking.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, there is no master blacksmith in the Raven's Nest. But Sir promised to give you a signed and stamped note, recommending that you go to a blacksmith's shop in Goth Willen to repair your armor for free. Rest assured, it's a master blacksmith who has passed the Novigri license, and his skills don't have to be said. But you will only receive twenty Orron from Sir Olon, and fifty Oron, including what I have given you personally. ”

Lan En compared it slightly, and the ideal price for trimming his armor in his heart was two hundred Oron.

Although it takes two and a half days to ride a horse from the crow's nest to Goth Willen, a two-and-a-half-day ride can save twenty Oren, and most people in this world will not refuse.

"Cutting corners?" The young man raised an eyebrow at the sergeant.

"Man, that's Lord Willen's autograph with a seal. If he offers this condition but can't come up with something satisfying...... Foltest simply gave this province to someone else. ”

"Then make a deal."

"Haha, deal!"

With the handshake between the two, a pillar of fire also burst out on the crematorium.

The screams of the prisoners were drowned out by the cheers of the people.