These three scum soldiers gave the young witcher a deeper understanding of what the world was like.

Who were the soldiers he had seen before?

The law enforcement team, the pursuit squad of elite soldiers.

Philip's full team is equipped with horses, and the Baron's castle guard and direct force.

These people may be rude, or savage, or they may be foolish.

But there is no doubt that these people are capable and superior to ordinary people and ordinary soldiers in this era.

They are proficient in killing, tracking, harnessing horses, and operating military equipment......

These skills give them status, but they also give them rules.

As a baron's guard, there is no time and space to run rampant in the countryside.

When you become an elite soldier, you don't have the energy and opportunity to make a cameo appearance as a roadblocker.

And for ordinary soldiers, the three guys who were hammered to death by Lan Ensheng with his fists today may be the norm for soldiers in this era.

Lazy and undisciplined, he thinks he has mastered force in remote areas with a sword in his hand.

Then they are unscrupulous, block the road, rob the road, kill people, and only follow the tax collector to do something serious when the tax is collected every year.

In the eyes of most people, they are bandits wearing the national emblem.

Lan didn't feel anything wrong with his outburst.

The young man wanted to walk away after hammering these scum to death and continue to do his business.

But in the midst of the fight, an overturned storage box under the tarpaulin caught his attention.

Lan En half-crouched on the edge of the box, reaching for a black, hard strip of cured meat.

The cat's eye turns, such a strip of meat, and there is a small half box in the storage box, which is really not a small amount in terms of the average living standard of Weilun.

According to the traces, the bag of cured meat had just been put in less than two days.

The witcher's fingers rubbed against the surface of the strip of meat, and the tip of the glove quickly saw the reflection of the grease.

"Is this what they call 'tired cured meat'?"

Lan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"There are at least hundreds of such stations in the whole territory of Wilun, and if every station has supplies of this level...... Can he afford Viselard? ”

In the blink of an eye, Mentos took Lanne's thoughts, calculated the total amount of supplies, and judged the approximate range of Viselard's assets based on the only trip to the Crow's Nest.

"Sir, according to calculations, I don't think Sir Viselard is capable of feeding his troops to this standard. In fact, being able to feed 700 to 800 people was his limit. ”

"So, it's not a standard configuration that a military station can have."

Lan got up from a half-crouched position and looked around.

Corpses and marks of a fight have left the place in shambles.

However, the [Trace Detection] that he has now mastered, combined with his extraordinary senses, and Mentos's image recording ability, is enough for him to complete a scene analysis.

"No one but me has left a trace of bloodshed here in a week. A merchant passed by three days ago, but it was a flower buyer......"

Lan walked over to an inconspicuous rut mark and picked up a pinch of dirt and sniffed it.

"The merchant's car only has the scent of flowers, and even if he is extorted by the soldiers, he can only give coins."

The answer is clear.

The source of the cured meat is not an official supply, nor is it extortion, and it is unlikely that it came from a "donation" from the villagers......

Is there anything else possible in this hilly area?

"We should have thought of it, Mentos." Lan's eyes were lowered.

"How can this kind of criminal gang not greet the local 'official'?"

It's a lot of effort for the perpetrator to cover up the traces.

But as long as you have a good relationship with these three rotten soldiers who represent the official forces, let them say "everything is normal" when they report to their superiors.

Wouldn't that save more than half of all this effort?

As for whether the three soldiers knew that they were a group of cannibals who "honored" themselves...... They don't care.

Looking at the three bodies that had been tattered again, Lan En didn't make any drastic moves.

When a man is dead, he will not vent his anger with a corpse.

"Suck-"

Placing the cured meat strips under his nose and sniffing them gently, it took a lot of effort for Mentos to block out the smell of the cured meat itself.

A smell that belongs to the carrier of jerky comes to the fore.

Thankfully, the jerky arrived two days ago, and the residual smell was sufficient.

The witcher's extraordinary senses are not too strong to be unreasonable, and if the time passes for another day, no matter how hard Lan En tries, he will not get any clues.

The faint cat's eyes also followed the direction of the scent on the ground, and found intermittent footprints as road corrections.

Lann led Popai to follow in the footsteps.

At least today, young people are in good luck.

~~~~~~

Sergeant Philip Strenger wiped the beard off his face, wiped the wine off it, and let out a long breath.

Although he was still riding a horse, he couldn't help but take out the flask and take two sips.

These days, he feels more and more inseparable from alcohol.

In the past, he had just been drinking to vent his family's frustration, but now when he didn't have a bottle in his hand, he felt uncomfortable.

He became addicted.

He knows it himself.

But the reason why "addiction" can be called "addiction" is because there is nothing that can be done.

But fortunately, he was still strong, cut down people, and rode horses.

That's what his immediate boss asked of him.

"What are we from there...... Kang, Quill? How far is it going? ”

Philip asked at the cavalry beside him, the halberd soldier York, with a mouth full of wine.

"The village is called Condell, chief. We've got ...... again In half an hour, you will almost be at the military station. ”

York wasn't very good among a bunch of battlefield veterans, and it was because of his relationship with the capable witcher that he was favored by Philip in the last mission.

When drinking, the sergeant gave him two more glasses, and this group of veterans knew that this kid's status was different.

So even in a cavalry formation, he could line up next to the sergeant.

"Fuck, those goddamn human traffickers are getting more and more rampant, so I can't even drink!"

Philip burped with a drunken look on his face.

The number of abducted children continues to increase, and the scope of their involvement is growing.

The matter itself is not big, the key is that the impact is large.

The peasants had no heart to farm, and Sir lost his temper in the crow's nest.

That's all his money! His money!

So Philip's team could only run around and investigate.

In the words of Sir Knight, "You go to the most remote sludge and swamp of Willen to turn over the swamp witch's fart*!" I've got to find the traffickers, too! ”

Now it's true that there are only remote places left that I haven't found.

But no one wanted to go to the swamp, so they had to go to the edge of a remote village like Condale to find out what was going on.