The sudden bang, followed by a spray of blood, silenced all the onlookers.

Lann's hand let go of Mutter's collar, and his already limp body lay on the ground with only nervous convulsions. Mrs. Leeds, who was lying on her stomach on the ground, was no longer frightened by the bloody scene at this time.

She only felt that the sky was about to fall, and without Muter, who was the village elder, her life had entered the countdown.

But Lann, after directly hammering Mutter's entire jaw, didn't show much of a struggle.

The air hammer technique in the Xianfeng Temple's boxing technique made the blood burst out not stain his gloves and cheeks.

It's just that the hem of the bear school's armor and the waist and abdomen are dyed scarlet.

He glanced at Mrs. Leeds, who was so desperate that she lost her panic, that she threw a bone fragment to the ground.

And then take that fragment of bone as the central point." 【Arden】! ”

A circle of runes glowing with purple magical aura appeared on the ground, and the surrounding villagers, whether they were ordinary villagers or Mrs. Leeds, watched in amazement.

Magic is a scarce and precious knowledge, and even if these villagers turn over three generations of their ancestors, they may not necessarily have anyone who has actually seen magic.

In this dimly lit condition, the supernatural aura of magic is even more intimidating and curious.

After the light of the [Ardennes Seal] dissipated, Lane picked up the bone fragment on the ground and threw it to the stunned Mrs. Leeds.

"The field contaminated by the daytime demon has returned to normal, but the evil magic left by the demon spirit will still make humans uncomfortable there, and this bone fragment can protect the holder from farming in that field."

Suddenly, people looked at the bone fragment in Liz's hand with curiosity and inquiry. It's as if you're searching for the power of legendary magic.

But Lane knew it was a lie.

For the Ardennes Seal to have this effect, the witcher can make money just by producing talismans in bulk.

"You said that you can't live without your husband, this is help for you, and one more field should be enough for you."

If no one cares about a mutant until the witcher gets rid of the daytime wraith.

But now, the villagers attach 120 percent importance to the experts' opinions.

A field that can be recultivated needs to be ploughed and ridged again after two years of abolition. In short, it takes a lot of energy.

If this is an ordinary field, it will be difficult to work hard, but there is also the 'evil magic remnants of the demons'.

Except for Mrs. Leeds, who has no choice for the sake of life, most of the other villagers will not want to have anything to do with that gloomy field.

"So be it."

After a final look, the villagers who made eye contact with the cat's eyes all unconsciously avoided each other.

Rann picked up Mutt's body from the ground and walked towards Popai, who was chained to the fence.

He was going to leave at night.

——

By the afternoon of the next day, Lane rode to the place agreed with Geralt.

This was the last stop on Geralt's investigative itinerary, and they had made an appointment to meet up here.

Mutter's body was wrapped in canvas by Lann, and the winter temperatures kept it from emitting any unacceptable odor now.

Lan En's consideration of carrying this corpse is mainly because it is described in many curse knowledge books, and the people in the curse ritual are also an important factor in the formation of the ritual, and perhaps this corpse will play a role in the unraveling of the curse.

Of course, the specific situation has to be decided by experienced seniors like Geralt.

But then again, this white wolf doesn't seem to be too relieved of himself all along, and now he has investigated it and come back directly with a corpse.

He's not going to draw his sword with me, is he?

Lanne, who was sitting on horseback, immediately shook his head and shook off this thought.

The old witcher must be well-informed, experienced, calm and calm. How can you embarrass yourself as a young and ignorant cub?

Lan En clamped his heel between the belly of the Bopai, and the well-blooded warhorse immediately started to trot forward.

The corpse that had been laid across the horse's back was already frozen there.

It was a typical small village in the northern countries, and Lan En skillfully used his eyes to scare away dogs and chickens that wanted to run and bark after him.

After installing this [Second Heart] watered with Dragon's Blood Growth Agent, he would naturally be able to do such a thing.

Of course, the group of beasts who had been nourished by the water of the source to mutate would definitely not care about a few vicious eyes.

Rann searched the village for the old witcher he had made an appointment, and as he passed by the village elder's apparently luxurious room, he faintly heard the sound of celebration and laughter inside.

He felt that something good had happened to the village.

But Geralt wasn't in it.

The old witcher shouldn't miss the appointment, Lan En was a little puzzled. So he temporarily placed the popai on the edge of the fence of the village, and let it eat some grass and drink some water on its own.

He walked on foot, trying to find traces of Geralt from the village.

It's not difficult, because the village is next to the lake, the ground is muddy, and the boots are stamped one by one.

The Witcher's boots were of good quality, as they didn't want to have their boots on their feet to grip the ground suddenly slip when they were fighting monsters to the death.

Boots of this grade are conspicuous in villages where most people don't even have shoes to wear.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, his eyes slowly raising from the footprints that stretched out from the ground, until he saw the direction of the footprints—a windmill mill in the village.

Mill? What are the witchers doing here?

It's not the time to be busy at the mill, so no one is looking at it.

Lan followed the footprints, and halfway through the road he heard the sound of shovels inserting into the ground, and the old witcher's squirting and wheezing.

Sure enough, after a detour, Lan peeked through the corner of the mill wall and saw the milky white hair that was messed up with sweat and movement.

"Yo, where are you busy?"

Geralt's abrupt voice didn't panic, and although every witcher was light on his feet because of his swordsmanship training, the Bear School's composite armor would inevitably ring.

Geralt could hear it even when he was digging into the ground.

So, the white wolf just pulled the hair stuck to his cheeks, and after glancing at the bear cub who was probe, he continued to dig into the ground.

Lane's entire body stepped out from behind the wall.

"Are you digging for treasure?"

"It's not treasure digging." Geralt replied as he continued to shovel. "It's a recovery of pay!"

"You've spent a lot of time there, too, and I'm guessing you've met a chain of quests like me, right?"

Lan En had never heard of the term 'serial mission', but when he thought about it, he understood it.

I took a big order, and when I went out to collect information and necessary items, the locals told you, 'Don't think about doing anything if you don't help us.'

Geralt, a demon hunter who has been mixed up in the market for an unknown amount of time, can be seen too much.

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