Cannibal sects.

Child trafficking.

Mrs. Donald, White ......

In an instant, Lan En couldn't tell whether the coldness in his heart was due to anger or guilt.

It's just that an infinite chill swept over the witcher's body.

During an ordinary daily hunt, he and his friends worked in an orderly manner, and then the unknown enemy began to do it with the purpose of "killing" with a smile on his face!

The enemy was a cannibal, and Bernie was hit by an arrow, and Ran's brain took a full 70% proficiency shock, bringing the man back to the village, and then forced the pain of bursting his brain to perform the operation.

The young man thought he had saved his friend's life.

I thought in my heart: What happened today is too fucking, I tossed it lightly, and I have to smell the smell tomorrow to do the archery miscellaneous, but today I don't even want to get out of bed, and no one stops me.

But as soon as Bernie's belly was sewn on, old Allen brought such news.

A thunderbolt on a sunny day, and anger burns.

It's like pouring a basin of cold water from the top of his head, so that he doesn't even know what he feels in his heart for a while!

Guilty?

Yes, guilty.

He came to Oriden for the fundamental purpose of giving a good life to the widow of the person who had spoken for him.

But now, their only remaining children have been abducted!

Lost!

Why?

- because that kid is fucking picking that damn alchemy herb for me!

What else could it be, Lan En couldn't think of a precocious child who was precocious because of a family change would run out of the village for no reason.

White knew all too well how dangerous it was outside the village.

And now in Mrs. Donner's arms, the little cloth bag still exuded a distinct, fresh scent of white zinnia flowers.

Angry?

Of course he will be angry, abducting and selling children is a level of crime in Lan En's eyes!

But if you want to say that the most prominent mood right now, I am still anxious.

! ! !

Why are all the bad things piled up?!

Lan En remembers that criminal investigation experts in his homeland world have calculated that in the first 48 hours of a person's disappearance, both the recovery rate of the police and the survival rate of the missing person will fall off a cliff higher than that after 48 hours.

It was still in the home world of advanced technology and surveillance.

It was hundreds of years ago that human traffickers caused the mass death of their goods.

But in Willen...... Every day, a wave of people dies like bugs.

As long as the people of Weilun leave their homes, they are equivalent to bearing the risk of violent death on the way, let alone being abducted?!

- Every second counts right now!

Lan En slammed up from the wooden planks of the dock, and his weight of nearly two hundred kilograms even made the planks creak!

"Why didn't you say it sooner!"

The witcher's face twitched with rage, and he glared at old Eren as he put on his steel bracers and studded leather gloves again.

The old man's face crumpled.

"You're saving people." The old man pointed to Mrs. Donald, "Donna won't pounce on you like a madwoman at this time, even if she does seem to be crazy with worry right now. ”

Mrs. Donald.

Lan En suppressed his anger in front of this name.

In his heart, the person he is not qualified to lose his temper in the world is Lady Donna.

The middle-aged woman who sat on the ground was no longer the optimistic life she looked like.

Even though the family has lost its breadwinner and lost its main labor force, this woman is still a big grin, optimistic and brave look when Lan En first meets her.

She wantonly ridiculed her lost husband, and then turned around and did the work that the woman's body couldn't bear at all, and propped up their home again.

It seems that the thing "life" doesn't even want to beat her!

But now, the optimistic and brave smiling face is gone.

In its place was a deep despair.

That expression made Lan En's heart twitch uncontrollably.

"Clue ......"

A moment later, Lan's deep, cold voice rang out, "Give me the clue." ”

The witcher half-crouched in front of Lady Donna, bowed his head and did not dare to look her eyes, and gently pulled away the small cloth bag she was holding in his hand.

What catches your eye is the fine stitch marks, which are the same as the stitch marks on the outer cover of Lan En's cotton armor.

This is a small bag prepared by a mother for her child.

...... ! !

"Sir, you need to be calm when you think."

Mentos's voice rang in his head.

In its induction, Lan En's current mood swings are about to explode!

"I know." But when Lan En responded, his tone was as cold as a piece of ice. "Of course I do."

The witcher's transcendent perception is used to the extreme in this small cloth bag.

The small cloth bag was pulled, and White resisted. You can go to the scene to see if there are more traces left.

With a gentle sniff, the floral fragrance of whooping red comes to your nose.

The amount of petals in this small cloth bag is not something that can be picked in the morning.

White should have started collecting herbs last night.

The kid wanted to be worthy of the Oren coin that Lan had paid.

But in the midst of the rich floral scent, Lan's nose snapped into some ominous smell.

It was during the arrest a few days ago, and it made him want to vomit.

"A lot of miscellaneous ......" The witcher's brows couldn't help frowning, looking at the cloth bag in his hand, "The smell of human flesh?!" ”

Cannibal sects.

Now the child kidnapping case that is raging in Willen, is it actually the cannibal sect that did it?

No, can't be so sure.

The centaurs who attacked Len and Bernie were also cannibals, and perhaps because Len had helped capture them, they came to Orryden to take revenge.

Thinking of this, the guilt in Lan En's heart added another fire to the anger.

"Thankfully......" The young witcher got up from the ground and turned to the boat he had driven back. Isn't there still a 'tongue'. ”

Eyes as cold as blades looked at Willis on the ship.

~~~~~~

When Willis woke up, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his lumbar spine.

When the lumbar vertebrae are broken, the sensation in the lower body disappears. But the breaking point is painful.

"Uhh!!hh Woo-"

The screams were forced back into his chest, and Willis, who had lost half of his face, had a distorted expression like an ugly monster.

A large hand wearing a studded leather glove covered his mouth directly, and the huge force made him feel that his upper and lower jaws were deformed!

It's the witcher!

It was this glove that hung up half of his face, and the touch he remembered vividly.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you on the head this time."

A pair of cold cat's eyes appeared in his field of vision.

"Someone has taught me that hitting the head first during torture makes people dizzy and doesn't feel pain. I take it to heart. ”

The leather gloves rubbed against the muscles that had lost their skin, and the pain that spread inch by inch filled Willis's eyes with tears.

But under those cats' eyes, he didn't even dare to cry out now.

But the owner of the cat's eye seems to have misunderstood something.

"Ah, still a tough guy. Very good. ”

The witcher nodded expressionlessly.

Willis was in a hurry to clarify, but the big hand on his mouth didn't give him a chance to open his mouth at all.

"Let a tough guy who treats torture as nothing, and finally cry and confide in me all the secrets, this secret must be much more credible than a soft egg who doesn't keep the door in his mouth."

"Congratulations, man. You have succeeded in increasing your value. ”

Willis struggled with "woo-woo", but couldn't say a word.