Epic over the lungs!

Lan En lowered his left hand, and the mechanical structure in his armarmor 'clicked'.

In his right hand, he held an arrow and looked at it with interest.

The arrowhead of that arrow was not only a cluster of steel arrows, but also a green crystal attached to it, so it was more than the design balance weight that would make the arrow's trajectory so obvious.

And the technology of making such a small crystal atomize into a large area of dense fog that cannot be blown away by the wind after being impacted is undoubtedly beyond the level that should exist in this era.

Needless to say, this is a supernatural force.

But Lan En is also very strange, because in his [Vision], this small particle has no special energy at all.

Therefore, he found it even more interesting.

Poison! Who would think this thing would be strange to combatants?

But even the most basic batch of sword oil of the Demon Hunter seemed to them to contain the power of chaos magic.

However, green crystals, which are more convenient and high-end colors, do not carry a little energy, which is inevitably curious.

Pus-green smoke was inhaled from Lan's nostrils, swirled in his lungs, and then spat out of his mouth.

The potency of this poison is considerable, almost the same as the witcher's primary potion.

That is, the poison in the concept of ordinary people.

Even though Anyu was suffering from the intense pain of the violent impact on her kidneys, she couldn't help but show surprise and disbelief as she watched Lan En calmly emerge from her poisonous mist.

Originally handsome as a statue-like face, the toxin spread down the veins and converged near the eye socket.

These black marks gave Lan's face an evil beauty.

"Your protection is a bit of a doorway."

Ryan twirled the arrow around his finger as he slowly walked towards Anyu.

Judging by his knowledge, looking at the speed of the spread of the bruise and blood on An You's waist, her kidneys were estimated to have been damaged.

"You're dying, is there anything you have to say?"

The witcher calmly looked down at the mercenary, and the other responded with a fierce and fearless look.

"Fuck you, huh, this—that's what I'm trying to say."

Her face turned pale with pain, and the pain of a broken kidney was much higher than that of a kidney stone, which alone was enough to make one want to die.

But under this pain, this woman still has a ferocity.

A ferocity that will never be "domesticated".

A woman who can be a mercenary in this day and age is more of a wilderness hunter than her rabbit pet.

"Understood."

Lan En nodded calmly.

"Although I still want to know from you who wants to kill me, what is the matter with your strange ability, I don't want to torture you, you probably won't open your mouth even if you are tortured. So be it, I'll find out for myself. ”

Finally, Anyu, who was already in pain and could barely speak, nodded to the witcher with difficulty.

Lan En half-squatted down and straightened the opponent's depleted body. The keel dagger was pulled out from the back waist and rested on the opponent's neck.

"Goodbye."

"Sting!"

The witcher waited until the mercenary's body was completely motionless before starting to rummage through her corpse.

He found a pouch containing the highly toxic green crystals. A rolled-up, mud-sealed papyrus. He also picked up the scimitar that was thrown out by Anyu to buy time from not far away.

Rann unwraps the mud seal, and on the papyrus is the One-Eyed Man's mission to [Shine] Anyu to kill a debtor named Marcos.

Based on Ran's contacts with Kassandra and Fauber, it is estimated that this Marcos is the one in the mouths of the two of them.

As for the rest of the green crystals, Lan En didn't understand where Anyu got these things.

The arrows in her quiver were obviously ordinary goods, but when she shot just now, she directly wound the arrow, and what she shot was a poisoned explosive arrow.

Is it because of the bow?

Lan En looked at the bow that was still held in the hand of the corpse, the bow was green overall, and there were some non-slip Yin carvings.

But after Lan tried to get an arrow on the string, nothing changed.

"Two guesses: First, I guessed wrong, Anyu's green crystals were bought, not produced from herself. Second."

Lan En picked up the green longbow and looked at it carefully, muttering his analysis.

"These things recognize people, and they don't recognize me now."

The second guess was proven in subsequent tests.

Because the short scimitar that emitted unusual flames completely pulled the crotch in Lanen's hand.

There are traces of oil on the knife, which proves that even in Anyu's hands, oil was used to set the blade on fire.

But when Lan En refilled the fuel on the blade and ignited it again.

There was only a thin layer of flame on this knife, which was far from the performance of the large torch in Anyu's hand.

"Is the supernatural power of the natives so xenophobic? It's like genetic certification. ”

Rann scratched his head, but put them away, ready to show Kassandra when he returned.

She should be a knowledgeable person.

And speaking of the woman who impressed Lane. Lan couldn't help but touch his chin.

"She's supposed to be dealing with the One-Eyed?"

According to their usual sayings, the One-Eyed is about as dominant in Kephalonia as the king, and they can't be in a hurry to defeat him completely.

Lan flicked the papyrus with his hand, a smile of interest on his face.

It just so happened that the only clue that Anyu had left behind was the assignment he received from the One-Eyed Man, and in any case, Lan En was ready to go and talk to him.

"Let me see, who did I, a newcomer to the outsider, provoke and want to offer a reward to kill me?"

The witcher burns the mercenary's corpse with fire, along with her rabbit.

According to custom in the Greek world, he took out two silver coins from his pocket and covered them over the eyes of the other man as a fare for the ferry crossing the River Styx.

The scorched earth of Kaussos has been lit up again today.

——

On a hillside near the port, Kassandra was pulling a water bladder out of her pocket to take a sip.

The harbor below is the 'palace' of the One-Eyed Man, as even a three-year-old child knows in Kephallonia.

It was filled with his thugs, who gathered to influence everyone on this island with violence and lending.

She continued to look and saw a ship docked on the shoreline, upstream of the bay, stern on the beach, bow bobbing up and down in the water.

It was smaller than the Athenian ship that Kassandra could see on the roof of her home, but it looked more slender and well-made, painted black near the keel and red around the hull. The stern rises into a curved scorpion tail, the bow has a glittering bronze ram, and the sides of the statue are also painted with eyes.

"Let's talk about it again! You let me explain it again! The Adrestia is everything to me! A voice wailed.

The sound was loud enough to reach Kassandra's ears across the harbor.

"Adrestia." Kassandra whispered. Nemesis. Is it the name of the ship?

"A fitting name."

Throwing her head back to drink the last drop of the bladder, Kassandra tossed the shriveled bladder at her feet, her fingers plucking her trademark broken spear from her back and looking out at the harbor down the hillside.

Eyes are eager to try.

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