Belengar hated the witchers.

Because he was fed up with the discrimination and suffering that his identity brings.

I'm fed up with having to confront monsters in the wild and fight to earn money.

Not everyone is good at fighting, and not everyone can find fun in blade fighting. Some people just can't play this business.

So he tried his best to hide his identity, even if he worked as a coolie in Vijma, to maintain the life of ordinary people.

Much of his hatred for witchers stems from the fact that he was handed over to them like slaves from his parents.

From then on, his own fate can no longer be controlled.

And today, he learns that he once worked for a group of slave traders.

He clearly sensed that there was something strange in that shipment, but because he didn't want to cause trouble, he did it anyway.

The betrayal from the sense of morality made him even want to vomit a little.

He had seen what a slave was like, and because of this, he could now clearly visualize in his mind what a group of children would become.

Humiliation, domestication, loss of dignity, and even loss of recognition as a human being.

It's like a dog, it's like fucking...... He at the time of the mutation!

Belengar staggered away from Rann and pounced on a floor tile.

He hammered the masonry with his bare hands, and at the same time the blood splattered, he suddenly drew a snowy steel sword!

"You're looking into this, aren't you?"

The old witcher gritted his teeth and turned to ask Lan En, who was watching.

Two pairs of cat's eyes face each other, one calm and resolute, the other angry and bloodthirsty.

"Take me one."

When Lan first saw him, he thought that Berengarh's face was a little long, and he gritted his teeth in a rage, and his muscles bulged in both jaws.

It's kind of like a mad baboon.

But even the strongest baboon could not kill a warrior with a sword, and Belengar ...... The people he had killed would probably make a large village.

"If you go out with a sword like this now, you will be beaten and put in prison by the security forces in less than an hour, or hacked to death on the spot...... You're carried away by your rage, man. ”

A 100-year-old witcher talks to a teenage witcher, but the younger one seems to be a veteran who is good at doing things.

Rann clasped his hands over his chest and leaned against the doorframe of the Belengar house.

The other party's palm holding the hilt of the sword was still bleeding, but the other party didn't seem to feel it at all, but kept holding the hilt "creak".

"It's the search stage before hunting monsters, and you should be familiar with it, right? At this stage, the longsword is useless. ”

"Moreover, you are the one who has escaped from your profession. I'm not saying you're morally problematic, because I don't think it's unforgivable not to want to be a witcher. But to be honest, I can't trust your courage on the battlefield. ”

"You didn't dare to face the minions of monsters, so you fled the profession of demon hunter, but did you dare to face the sharp tips of knives, arrows, and warhammers? The enemy's power is huge, and if you are frightened and flee again while helping, the damage done to us will be too great. ”

"So ......"

Lann straightened up from the doorframe and shook his head at the panting Berengar.

"Forget about that, man. You gave me information that you didn't know when you worked for them...... Enough is enough. Go ahead and be your normal person. ”

With that, Lan opened the door behind him and walked out.

This is a backward era, and human beings have a cruel way of survival because of the cruel environment. But at the same time, the ancient era also had a simple morality that modern people cannot understand.

Belengar's anger and remorse for the slave trade did not conflict with his own low moral standards.

"It's a pity, if it's not a 'deserter', you can have more helpers."

Putting on his hood, Lan shook his head as he walked deeper into the temple area.

There are a lot of people going to the big warehouse now, so it's better to wait until after dark.

And in the room behind him, Belengal's angry and annoyed expression did not lessen in the slightest.

He pulled the scabbard from under the tiles he had shattered, and returned the sword to its sheath, but did not put it back.

Instead, he took out a complete set of light leather armor and inserted the leather strap of the potion group......

Having worked for the traffickers halfway through his own awareness, Berengar thought of the frightened and helpless burial of several young children in the timber he had carried.

His hands were shaking!

His sense of morality pierced his heart.

"The people of the Wolf School always have this kind of cumbersome thing! Viselmir, look at what you've taught! ”

Beregar, spitting on his own morality, prepared to wait until nightfall to rush to the large warehouse where the goods were transported.

He was on the same page as Lanne.

Lan En has already said that the opponent's power is huge, so avoiding people's ears and ears is the key.

Belengar's cat's eyes seemed to be filled with a blazing fire.

He took out the whetstone and slowly began to sharpen the blade of the sword, which had not been used for a long time.

Then check the bottle by bottle to see if the potion on the strap is still working.

After all the preparations were done, he changed into the leather armor he had used to fight, sat on his knees, and entered a state of meditation and adjustment.

Time flies by in a meditative state.

Belengar opened his eyes at the end of the night, and the vertical pupils shone faintly in the darkness.

He was the hardest working coolie in Virginma, and he knew better than anyone how the warehouse market worked.

The bear cub of the bear school may wait until late at night, but he is different.

He knew that the warehouse would be deserted after nine o'clock in the evening, except for special cases of hurried unloading.

"Come on."

Finally looking at the hut he had earned as an ordinary person, Belengar gritted his teeth and walked out the door.

If this matter is not resolved, then every day of his life in this hut will be torture.

The night in the temple district was still filled with a foul smell, which they jokingly called "the stench of poverty" in the chatter of the ladies of the trade district.

But anyone who has really been to the temple area in the dark knows that the most unbearable thing about the temple area at night is not as simple as the stench.

The thief with the dagger climbed over the wall and entered the house, and he didn't mind making comparisons to witnesses passing by.

The gangsters were loud and loud, except for the workers under their hands who wanted to keep them for tomorrow to make money, and they all wanted to kick the wild dogs when they passed by.

Belengar navigated the darkness, and he was much more professional than Lane had been when he had broken into Willen's camp.

A demon hunter over 100 years old, experience alone is a lot of wealth.

He may not be able to defeat Lan En in frontal combat because he has been absent from the battle formation for a long time and lacks talent, but to talk about these fragmentary skill reserves.

He was much stronger than the young witcher.

Skim over low-rise buildings, climb over towering walls...... Belengar silently came to the large warehouse in the temple area.

He has a good memory and knows exactly where he was unloading five days ago.

If he didn't have this memory, he wouldn't have been able to memorize most of the hundreds of monster lomes in the Kell Mohan Fortress.

Turn left and right in the townhouse warehouse greenhouse, then stop.

The wolf demon hunter first looked left and right, but found no one, and then crouched down and searched carefully.

At that time, the mountain of wood had been completely removed, and not even a single piece of wood chips remained.

Belengar was not surprised, after learning that the other party was huge, he still had this psychological preparation.

His nose twitched, and he struggled to find the smell of people on the field.

But then, there was a crisp "pop"!

A golden magic shield shattered from his body, and along with the magic debris, it fell to the ground with two crossbow arrows!

Belengar hadn't fought for too long, and his nerves had waned.

It wasn't until the bolt hit the ground and he staggered from the residual impact that he drew his sword from behind his back.

But it doesn't make sense anymore.

Two crossbow arrows happened to hit the [Kunn Fa Seal] at the same time, but eight more had already pierced the air and attacked him!