As dinner approached, Lane and Bernie set the boat to the village to get ready to rest.

After a period of running-in, they settled on a more efficient working time.

Go out in the morning and return to the village in the evening, while there is still plenty of time to repair and prepare your equipment before going to bed.

It can be put into use again the next morning.

Not only is his long-term hunting work helping the villagers of Oredon, but Lan En himself is learning the habits of a demon hunter.

You know, the first few times he worked, he had to waste half of the day waiting for equipment.

Similar to the time arrangement, this kind of detailed knowledge is useless even if it is taught by a teacher, and you have to really get started to grow by yourself.

Time is work efficiency, and in a self-financing "service industry", even eating is a problem if you are inefficient.

As soon as the two of them put the boat together, a child with a big head and a small head because of malnutrition trotted over.

"White, how long have you waited?"

Rann cautiously disembarked from the boat and greeted the boy.

"Not for long, not for long." The boy hurriedly waved his hand.

On the other hand, he took the sheathed silver sword that Lan En handed him.

"As always, help me get the sword to Ivan, and then feed the Popai, and then ......"

Lan said with a smile, his thumb "jingling" a golden Oron popping out of his palm.

"These five days' wages will be settled."

"Yes sir! Thank you sir! ”

White's head bobbed up and down with the jump of the coin, and his eyes were almost as excited as a cat staring at a small dried fish.

The boy took the sword in his hand and hurried to the blacksmith shop in the village.

Bernie behind him also tied the rope to the dock and went ashore.

"Are you going to Mrs. Donald's next?"

Lann nodded.

"Well, although it's cool and safe to cut the water ghost now, the cotton armor cover is ......"

The young man raised his hand to grab the "Water Ghost Meat Shield", the arm part of the school armor, the steel structure inside was not a big problem.

But the outer layer of cotton armor has become tattered because of the struggle of the water ghost on his hands.

"The witcher's job is really a lot of money...... Well, I'll go to the tavern and come to me if I want a drink. ”

"Well, see you later."

When Lane left the cotton armor cover at Mrs. Donner's house, he came out just in time to meet White who was returning home from his errands.

The little boy smiled embarrassedly at the young man, his fingers clutching the corners of his clothes.

Lan En directly popped an Oren coin out of his hand with a "jingle bell".

"Hey, the wages are ready!"

The boy suddenly ignored his embarrassed thoughts, and scrambled for a while before he grabbed the bouncing gold coin into his hand.

Turning around, Lan En was already walking to the village tavern on his own.

Children of this age have an innate aura, or purity of mind, that can make people feel calm.

...... Especially when teasing them.

At first, White pretended not to know Mrs. Donner, and wanted Lan to make more clothes for his mother's place, improve the family situation, and at least let Mrs. Donner do less heavy work.

But Ryan came and went when he was repairing the cotton armor cover, and he should be able to run into this kid no matter what.

Thinking back to the second time they met, Lan still felt like laughing.

White walked in and saw Lane, horrified as if he had entered the wrong door.

Then his cheeks were flushed and he told the young man something, "My clothes are made here", "Look at this craft, it won't be bad!" So I came over and bought a few more pieces or something.

Mrs. Donner's laughing hair hung down from her turban.

Ryan was there watching him perform.

What other expression could he put on?

A child, under his immature and strong shame, in order to improve the family environment, made a small panic, and blushed for it.

Lan En smiled and followed his suggestion and ordered a few more sets of regular clothes as a replacement.

Anyway, he is in armor, and he really needs to change his underwear frequently, so he simply buys it here.

This is also the reason why White often looks embarrassed when he meets Lane.

After a period of contact, Lan also found that White had no resentment towards him.

This kid doesn't know how Mrs. Donner has been educated, but in this racist world, he can distinguish between individual and group hatred.

White hated, or rather should have killed his father's group of witchers, and it was inevitable.

But he was quite friendly to Lan En, who helped the village.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary. "In the tavern, Bernie took a sip of his glass.

"Little White seems to have matured all of a sudden, and since his father's death, he has worked hard...... Damn, looking at him like that, I wonder if I'm going to disappear for a while and be better off for my kids. ”

The fisherman-hunter, who had already begun to blush his cheeks, tilted his head in thought.

"Just let his mother tell him that I was bitten by a water ghost, how about it?"

"Not good." Lann wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth and pursed his lips. "In this village, White should be lucky to be able to let go of his resentment. I don't want your kids to look at me with cannibalistic eyes. ”

Old Allen also helped on the side: "Lan En is right, don't do superfluous things, the child can grow up to be blessed by the goddess, don't dare to expect anything." ”

"Alright, alright......" Bernie waved his hand indifferently, and that's what he said.

"By the way, Lanen, what kind of potion did you say you were going to use alchemy? What herbs do you need, you just tell Old Allen. ”

Old Allen put down his wine glass and suddenly came to his senses.

"Lane, you still make potions? You're still a doctor! ”

In this era when medicine is not prosperous, it is difficult to distinguish the position of alchemist, witch doctor, and physician.

Because there is an overlap in business.

Old Allen was excited about this: if Lan was a doctor, then he would be of even greater use to the village!

Other villages don't dare to seek medical treatment from witchers...... In fact, Oredon didn't dare.

But let them find Lan En, then surely no one said they were unwilling.

"I'm also a novice in alchemy." Lan En hurriedly waved his hand, lowering the expectations of the village elders.

"I have to practice if I can succeed, I picked some medicinal herbs outside, and the monster also has materials that can be used, but there is nothing by the lake, I want the villagers to help find it in the wild."

"No problem, everyone is willing to help when you ask." Old Allen seemed to have more confidence in his reputation than Lane himself.

"White whooping red petals, that's it. I can find honeysuckle, fleas, or anything by the lake, but I can't find this. ”

Lan spread his hands and spoke out about his difficulties.

Old Alan was about to say that it was all right, but a voice outside the tavern window interrupted him.

"White whooping red petals! No problem! ”

A big-headed imp stuck his head in, and that little face was red, and he knew how nervous he was when he looked at it.

But he still looked at the stunned Lan En steadfastly.

"Sir, don't worry, leave it to me!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lan En to react, he ran away without a trace.

"That kid...... "Bernie was stunned at this time, "he's eavesdropping?" ”

"Nest grass!" Lan En seemed to have just reacted, and his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scold.

"What do you say? It's not ......" Bernie couldn't understand Chinese, but he quickly stopped dwelling, "Can you hear the swamp witch digging in the mud, and can't you hear a little ghost crouching in the corner?" ”

"I'm drinking!" In order to defend his reputation for being capable, Mr. Lanne, burdened by his reputation, immediately fought back.

"I'm in a safe place, drinking with my friends!" This doesn't count! ”

At the same time, he shouted in his heart: "Mentos! You are a grave dereliction of duty! ”

Mentos thought to himself, you didn't keep me vigilant, you have to get out of the way in battle mode, isn't that what you said?

But it also knew that the best way to deal with Lan En at this time was not to speak.

Thankfully, Bernie didn't dwell on the issue.

"It's okay, you don't need to go into the forest to pick some petals, at most you can only move on the side of the avenue, and nothing will go wrong. He's worthy of your Oren. ”

Len's wages to little White were inflated, and everyone knew it, and White himself knew it.

That's why he couldn't wait to do something more for Lanen.

Lan En shrugged and recognized the sentence.

But old Allen frowned lightly at this time.

"Nothing should happen, but now that I've heard that Meade Cowps has lost children, they're not far from us......"

Before he could finish speaking, he shook his head.

"There is a white whooping red near the village, and those traffickers shouldn't dare to approach the village, so let's do it."