Lane and Bernie continued their day jobs.

The young man had wondered if he had tried to persuade little White in the tavern yesterday, and his need for Baise whooping red petals was not too urgent.

But on second thought, as long as the surrounding area of the village did not enter the woods, the area around the avenue could indeed be called safe, so he went with White.

The two again searched the shores of Lake Fek for traces of the monster.

At this time, Lann sat in the bow of the ship, and the heavy weight and armor made the draft of the bow of the ship deeper than the stern of the ship where Bernie was.

The young man was struggling to press his temples.

Last night was the night of "Mentos churning the Coke bottle".

After more than half a month of cooperative hunting, Lann has reached 87% proficiency in the [Trace Detection] skill obtained from Bernie.

This proficiency, combined with the witcher's extraordinary senses, has allowed Lan's recourse ability to actually exceed the limits of what ordinary people can achieve.

Maybe the knowledge of monsters is still sparse without a teacher's teaching. But in terms of this tracking ability alone, he is by no means at the bottom of the witcher.

Combined with the arithmetic power provided by Mentos, he was able to re-enact in his mind what happened in a week in his own mind!

That's not the case with Sherlock Holmes in the novel.

And what the young man cares about the most is the [surgical] skills that are related to his personal force upgrade.

This skill has now soared to 55% because of the training of water ghosts, swamp witches, and occasionally evil ghosts and ghouls.

The numbers don't seem like much, but Lanne's goal isn't to be a reliable surgeon.

Performing surgery on himself and putting that genetic seed into his chest was his primary goal.

Stable technique, grasp of one's own organs, precise cutting and suturing......

For Lan's primary goal, this level of proficiency was actually sufficient.

That is to say...... It's only a potion away from the plan. ”

Lan En dropped his hand rubbing his forehead and rubbed it on his face to keep him awake.

At this moment, there was a collision sound from the bottom of the ship, and the hull of the ship shook, and then it steady.

"Let's get to work...... Anyway, didn't you sleep well last night? ”

Bernie jumped out of the boat first and began to adjust the docking attitude of the boat.

"Okay...... Yes! It's enough, it's tidal flats again. The young man muttered.

Yesterday Bernie was on the road and told Len in detail about a wolf hunt he had taken.

How he tracked, distinguished, lured, and divided the wolves, according to him, had used up almost all his knowledge and cunning.

Because the atmosphere was very good at that time, he talked a lot, so he spoke in detail.

It doesn't matter what you say, Mentos's analysis prompt has never stopped!

By the time Lan lay down at night, a full 20% of his proficiency poured in at once, and it felt even more intense than the first day.

The two have worked together very well.

Bernie's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, crouching down to check the marks.

After removing the bandage, he sewed a long leather glove from leather for himself, and the gloves that had been scratched by the water ghost were now a pair again.

"This way, let's go."

In a few moments, Bernie's tracking technique led the two to find a group of monsters.

There are no swamp witches, four water ghosts are picking up dead fish and dead crabs on the mudflats to eat.

Lann is now dealing with opponents of this level very neatly.

In less than two minutes, his silver sword stabbed into the mouth of the last water ghost, the tip of the sword peeking out from the back of his head.

Then he didn't dissect the corpse again, and just went to look for Bernie in the mud.

Regarding the monster material of the water ghost, he can't put it down over there.

And if there are no strange deformities or lesions, the water ghost's contribution to the proficiency of [surgery] skills has become very small.

"Let's go, wear heavy armor, I don't want to stay on the mudflats at all now."

The touch of stepping into the wet, sticky mud and sinking into it made the young man purse his lips uncomfortably.

Bernie looked at Lan with a smile on his face, and the two prepared to move on to the next battlefield.

But at this moment, not far from the tidal flats, there was a sudden shout from the road, which had turned into dry ground.

"Hey! Please wait a moment! ”

The sound was accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground.

Lan En raised an eyebrow, these people were already very close, but with his senses, he actually heard it at the same time as Bernie.

But looking at the environment again, Lan En also felt normal.

Wiren is close to the sea, and the whole province is often windy, and at the lake, because of the difference in air temperature, the wind will be even stronger.

Now the fishy wind blows the trees on the shore, and the wind itself howls, even if it makes Mentos block the noise, it is probably not very effective.

The two waited for less than ten seconds, and a decent young man with brown hair appeared in front of him on a horse with the same color as him.

Oily and slippery bearskin shawls, clothes and fur hats with dense needlework...... He's a rich man.

It is well known that it is generally believed that rich people are less likely to do bad things that involve themselves in violent activities.

So Lane and Bernie weren't too nervous at the moment.

"Two, huh-thank you for giving me time to get closer."

It seemed that the wind was too strong to disturb his breathing on his horse, and the decent young man gasped and stumbled in his speech.

But because of this, the smile on his face seemed more relatable.

Bernie saw that the witcher was still wrestling with the mud on his boots, and he stepped forward.

"Okay friend, you don't have to come close, just stand there, and if you meet someone who needs help on the road, you should help, because no one knows if they will have such a day. But you also know that the world is not peaceful now, and we should always be more vigilant, which is good for all of us. Yes, this distance is enough, I can hear what you say. ”

In a gesture of friendliness and credibility, the decent young man also took two small steps back from his horse.

"Who's to say it isn't? First of all, Meritelli was desecrated by cannibals, and there is no news of the child's missing case at this time, and I understand your caution. ”

The decent young man smiled and tightened his bearskin shawl so that it covered his chest.

"Please call me Willis, son of a merchant in Novigre."

"I'm just here to ask for directions, nothing else."

"I walked all the way from Novigre to the village of Lindenville, which was considered to be in Willen, but my guide only took me there, and then fell ill and died. But my target is Scorched Wood Village, where I heard that there is a powerful witch doctor, and I have come for him. ”

The young man rubbed his nose and inadvertently revealed three glittering rings with gems on his fingers, greatly deepening his credibility that he was from Novigre.

After all, everyone knows that the rich people there are really rich.

Bernie also believed most of the other party's statement, but he was still a little puzzled.

"Lindenville? What are you doing from Novigri to Scorched Wood, can't you just cross the inn at the crossroads? We are south of Wilun, and the village of Jiaomu is in the northwest. It's ...... bad."

Lan En, who had no intention of asking passers-by, suddenly felt something wrong at this time.

Mentos keenly captured this feeling, and in an instant, the biological brain laid out several logical chains for reference.

His direction was too far off.

Didn't he just get into Willen? Why did he know all about what happened a few days ago?

Also, the sound of horses' hooves just now...... It's not just one horse, is it?

What are the other people doing?!

Suddenly his heart palpitated, and Lan En's heart was beating wildly at this moment!

There was no time to draw his sword from his back, and Lan En stepped on the dirt, not caring at all that the sheer force had completely buried the soles of his feet in the mudflats.

Stride towards Bernie!

"Quinn!"

I didn't have time to invoke the Seal Assist function, or even use the secret knowledge of the Bear School.

At this moment, Lane could only use the most traditional of Kunn seals - and then block his blessed self in front of Bernie.

"Phew!" A bang.

It wasn't until his instinctive reaction had passed that Lan En found out...... His own Kunn Fa seal collapsed and flew a crossbow arrow!

...... But that's not enough! The sound of the other horse's hooves is more than two horses!

And people! What is that guy doing? Where's that guy?!

A pair of cat's eyes scanned around for a moment, but found nothing.

Until the sound of flesh falling into muddy water came from behind him.

The cat's pupils contracted sharply, and Lan En jerked his head back.

Bernie lay on his back with a blank face.

He has a crossbow bolt stuck in his belly!

And not far away, a decent young man who called himself Willis laughed and drew his sword from the side of the saddle.

His bearskin shawl could no longer cover his chest.

A necklace slips out of a shawl.