At the same moment as the screams rang out, Old Allen and the villagers of Oridon shivered violently outside the woods.

The birds perched in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, and flapped their wings and flew away.

Lan En slowly stepped out of the shade.

The tall figure was clad in heavy and solid armor, and the first thing that appeared in the shadows was the glowing cat's eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the villagers had already developed a good trust in the witchers in the previous days, these uninformed farmers would probably shout "demons" and run away in all directions, right?

But they didn't, and although they were short of breath and trembling, they were still concerned about Len and the missing child.

"Lan, Lan?"

Old Alan was the first to step forward, approaching the witcher who had come out of the forest, and asked tentatively.

The young witcher nodded in response, despite the hideous blood stains on his body.

Old Alan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"Whoa, I thought you were crazy! How's it going, is there a catch? ”

"It's almost figured out."

Lan didn't want to talk much right now, so his words were concise and to the point.

The village elder didn't ask in detail, because he knew that his small fishing village was not capable of getting involved in the next thing.

"The cannibal...... What do you do with him? ”

"I cut the ligaments in both of his hands and left."

Old Allen's pupils contracted, and he swallowed and smiled dryly.

"Ha, ha, it's well deserved, a man with all his limbs bleeding in the middle of the forest...... Hey! It's not surprising that a painful death turned him into a demon! ”

"Perhaps, old Allen." Lan's fingers gently wiped the blood from his face.

Those eyes were as cold as a piece of iron!

"This land will soon give birth to a lot of spirits, but don't ...... it"

"At that time, I would be happy to kill them again."

"It's okay if you don't want money."

Next, the villagers returned to their homes, and Old Alan went to the blacksmith with Lane.

Lan En handed the Bear School steel sword behind him to Ivan.

This was the first time the sword had passed Ivan's hand, and he had only repaired Lane's silver sword during this time.

The blacksmith looked up at Lan and Old Allen, who were calm, pursed his lips and nodded, but did not speak, and started his work.

The atmosphere was dreary, except for the sound of sword grinding wheels and furnace bellows.

Lan En took advantage of this time to put the small cloth bag that had become more swollen into his alchemy leather bag.

It was the support that Mrs. Donner gave him, and it was something she could only give.

The dejected woman continued to do her son's unfinished work.

She put all kinds of alchemy herbs she could pick up in this small cloth bag, and then handed it to Lan En without saying a word.

Young people can't help but take it.

So I had to stuff it into my own leather bag harder and harder!

The wear and tear of the steel sword was not great, and Ivan quickly called it a day and solemnly returned the sword to Lan En.

The young man did not stop for the slightest and turned away.

It wasn't until Lan En was away for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith shop breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew--"

Unknowingly, this blacksmith, who had been working by the stove for more than ten years, actually sweated from his forehead just by standing.

"...... What's the situation?! My heart was beating so fast just now! ”

Ivan propped his hand on the work table and muttered to himself.

And the old Allen, who had been silent on the side, knocked on his pipe at this time and said quietly.

"You're scared, Ivan."

"The griffons that swooped down to prey on were frightened and couldn't move, and then they were eaten. Even in the Skelly Islands, which are full of warriors, it can't be said to be an honorable death. ”

Ivan looked up in surprise.

"Griffons? How can there be ...... here?"

Halfway through the rebuttal, a pair of cold cat's eyes flashed through his mind.

Ivan compared the pupils to the griffin, and it was hard to say which one he would rather face.

"Unbelievable, I've never seen Lan put on that ...... Expression. ”

When Ivan described the witcher just now, he had a look of fear and surprise that made it difficult to speak.

Rann has a good reputation in Auriden.

Although he just adheres to the basic qualities and habits of a college student from his hometown world, he says thank you or nods when he meets for help.

They will make way for women and children, and they will easily clear the clutter that is in the way, etc.

But in the eyes of the villagers of Oriden, this is already an incredible upbringing.

Otherwise, there would not have been any gossip that "the son of a nobleman fell into trouble and became a witcher".

But old Allen shook his head gently while taking the clean pipe into his arms.

"You know what, Ivan. The better the person, the more angry he will become. ”

"Lan Enna, although he looked shrewd and strong when he first came, he put on a face that no one should enter, but we all knew about it in a few days. That's really a 'knight' who only appears in storybooks, and will draw his sword to help the weak! ”

"'The order of the Supreme Mentor of the Bear School'? What stupid things to say! Who would really care if our group of fishermen are doing well or not? Yes, Viselard collects our taxes, but I bet he doesn't even care! ...... Fuck, how could there be such a person these days?! ”

"Yes, he can drink bad home brew in the tavern and play cards and joke with us mud-legged people. Although he is a witcher, if you look at his upbringing, does anyone believe that he was born as a civilian? Nobody believes it! I don't believe it! ”

"Five days after he moved into our house, my wife threw aside the words 'The Witcher is a mutant' or 'The Witcher is filthy and dirty'! ...... Damn, I've lived with her for decades, and she's not even willing to give up eating shiitake mushrooms for me! ”

"But ah, Ivan. Such a nice person, now really angry. ”

The old man's hand pointed back, the path Lan had taken when he left.

Old Alan looked at the blacksmith in his village, and said very seriously.

"There is no doubt that it will bleed...... There will be a lot, a lot, a lot of blood. ”

Three "lots", one heavier than the other, Ivan rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty.

~~~~~~

Lane came to Bernie's side, the self-deprecating crow-billed man who was still awake, and his wife was taking care of him.

That's also a very typical middle-aged woman who has taken on a lot of labor tasks.

Lann didn't say much and got straight to the point.

"If he doesn't have a fever tonight and tomorrow, then recuperation will be enough. But if you start to have a fever......"

The young man pursed his lips and pulled out a bottle of potion from the alchemy leather bag beside him.

The orange-red liquid gives off a misty sheen in the light.

Potion [Swallow] that significantly accelerates the body's recovery.

"I'll leave you a sip and mix it with spirits for him to drink, maybe, I mean, maybe...... He can hold on. But even if he survived, the toxicity of the witcher's potion would definitely make him have some sequelae...... Please use as appropriate. ”

The woman wept, but didn't say anything, just put away the potion and sat down on the edge of Bernie's bed again.

Lan En tightened the scabbard behind his back and walked out of the room without saying a word.