The sound of a horse's hooves crashing against the ground is anything but beautiful.

Especially when this sturdy war horse was carrying a murderous demon hunter with a total weight of more than one hundred and fifty kilograms on his back.

In contrast to the bard's description of the sunny and cheerful knight's procession, the menacing Armored Rann was tall and strong.

The pitch-black war horse under the crotch is one meter six meters high.

When this combination runs through the country roads of Valen with a rampaging attitude, it is almost reminiscent of the war ghosts and ghost knights that have been told in country horror stories - Wild Hunt!

"Sir, I must give you another reminder - please stay calm."

Mentos stopped talking at this time.

Truth be told, it would rather Lan start humming now, or have a jar of honey in his hand and put it in his mouth like a bear.

Enraged, he took all his equipment with him to fight at least a few dozen vicious cannibals...... This is crazy!

"Crazy" here is not about whether or not you can win, and Mentos has a little confidence in Lane and himself in this regard.

After all, it was just a bunch of criminals.

They do not have the discipline and vigilance of a professional army, nor the killing and reconnaissance skills of a professional army.

There are a lot of people, but the loose organizational structure itself is the breakthrough.

As long as a plan is made and the enemy situation is well detected, even if it is an inefficient assassination, a dozen people are gone, and the organization will fall apart.

A broken organization is not "dozens of swords against one sword" for Lanen.

Rather, dozens of "sword to sword".

There are no well-known knights and warriors on the other side, and the witcher is unlikely to lose to ordinary people.

What really worries Mentos right now is Ran's mental state.

Delicate planning requires a calm executor.

In the mental curve chart it has formulated, Lann's emotional curve is now very stable.

...... It's very stable and maintained in the top grid state!

"I'm calm, Mentos."

Lan En's steady voice interrupted the intelligent voice in his head, and he emphasized again.

"I'm calm now."

Mentos was silent.

The biological brain only has the authority to guide and remind, but does not have the authority to decide.

Moreover, as Lan En advances in academic authority in the future, he approaches a well-educated adult association, and its authority as a learning aid will be further transferred to the main body.

It has done what a biological brain should do, and all that remains is to follow orders.

The sea breeze blew the dark clouds in the sky, and the air began to smell earthy.

It's going to rain again in Willen.

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Relying on the Witcher's ultra-tolerable body, Ran's continuous riding time was only limited by Popai's recovery speed.

Originally, it would have taken two to three days to ride a horse from Auriden to the Condale area in Willis' mouth.

But Lan En and Popai, who was about to lose his breath, only took less than a day to get close to their goal.

The golden forty-eight hours of rescue for the lost child were tied to Lanen's heart like a noose for death.

And as time passes minute by minute, this "noose" is constantly tightening!

Lan En was anxious, but at the same time he was desperately trying to suppress his anxiety.

If it was useful to be in a hurry, there would have been so much nonsense in this world for a long time.

"Stop, Popai."

"Whew-"

Lan tugged at the reins on the horse's back, slowing the near-exhausted horse.

He patted the side of Popai's face and fed it a turnip, all the while the cat's eyes looked around keenly.

"Coastal, hilly terrain...... Well, that's around here. ”

This topography is briefly summarized as a hill jutting from the seabed to above the surface of the sea.

Since the border with the mainland, it has been treated as hilly, and a small village with few families is built on the top of the highest mountain.

That village is Condale, and I heard that because the soil and climate are very suitable for growing flowers, the main source of income in the village is all kinds of flowers.

Even if Lan En was standing far away now, he could see the vast expanse of brilliant colors on the hillside.

The difference between the position of the village and the horizon is about 50 meters.

Fifty meters doesn't sound like much.

But there is no doubt about the wonder of the geological landform, in this 50-meter interval, ravines, valleys, ravines, streams...... The complex terrain is endless, and it can hide a lot of secrets.

Not to mention dozens or hundreds of people, even if thousands of people are scattered on this land, they can hide if they want to.

That was the end of Willis's dying instructions.

Because this place is really poor and remote, and there are too many small hills to count.

The locals are not in the mood to give every mountain a name.

That's why Willis said that their camp was "near Condale," a vague statement.

Because even they don't know what the name of the ravine they are in is.

"No wonder a bunch of wandering cannibals are camping here."

Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he dismounted and led Popai forward.

The general direction is right, and whether the rest can be found depends on his ability.

Fortunately, Lan and Mentos are a little confident in their own abilities.

"Suck-"

Tilting his head slightly, Lan En took a deep breath in the air filled with the smell of the sea because of his proximity to the sea.

The witcher's transcendent sensory tube kicks in, and the world becomes twisted and gorgeous in his eyes.

"The smell of the sea, the smell of the earth, the smell of feces...... It was of a wild beast, not a man, nor a horse or a hound. Calm down, be serious! ”

This non-directional sniffing will give back a lot of disorganized and useless information.

Although Lan En was anxious, he was still able to carefully distinguish every trace under the astonishing control of his emotions.

Finally......

"The smell of firewood?"

A pair of slightly lit cat's eyes opened suddenly.

Condale is the only human settlement on the surface, living on the top of a hill, where the smell of cooking is not reached.

There have been showers but no thunderstorms in Willen in recent days, so it is unlikely that lightning will start the fire.

Someone lives in the wild.

That's the only answer!

Lan En led the way, following the smell he had sniffed.

This excellent war horse doesn't want to run for a short time, and he himself needs to recover the physical strength consumed by long-term riding in the process of walking.

The witcher has a good tolerance and a quick recovery of stamina. But Lan didn't want to use half full physical strength to face an opponent who didn't know the situation.

The horse's hooves clattered, and the pile of debris that Lan had placed on the saddlebag swayed.

In a few moments, the young witcher walked into a humble camp with the demeanor of a passing traveler.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact it is a large tarpaulin with several wooden strips, and a few storage boxes and packages are placed in it.

A fire was set up in the open space in front of the tarpaulin.

Lan En's brow furrowed, then stretched out again.

This is not a camp for cannibals, who pitch their tents in inconspicuous places, but more to shelter from the wind than from people.

But in today's situation, it would be nice to ask more people.

Lan's footsteps didn't pause, and he walked straight towards the small camp.