They were polite.

This made Lan En breathe a sigh of relief.

Maybe the gang was really just a wooden personality before.

The witcher thought optimistically.

The men were tall and thin, looking like malnourished skinny and tall men.

But in terms of height alone, they can really keep up with Lane.

There were about a dozen of the lumberjacks, and it was supposed to be a small foreman who took off his hat to greet Lane, and many of the lumberjacks looked at him when he stepped forward.

After taking off the straw hat, the image of this little foreman was very different from what Lan En expected.

Hair that is rough and messy, and it has the damp heat from work.

The cheeks are emaciated and even sunken.

"I'm a lost traveler, and after a good night's sleep, I can't even figure out whether it's morning or afternoon."

Lan En said naturally, as he pulled out a loaf of bread from the alchemy leather pouch on his back and handed it over.

"Can you help? This person is unfamiliar with the place, but he is very sad. ”

The foreman looked at a large loaf of bread in Lan En's hand, and then looked up at Lan En himself.

Finally, he pulled the towel from his neck, wiped his black hands, and took the bread.

Turning around, he beckoned: "Du, rest for a while, eat something." ”

This was the first time since Lan arrived that he had watched the group of them speak.

Stiff and dry, not only refers to the voice and vocal cords. Lane even felt that the thoughts in their heads were turning hard.

"This is, the Punishment Forest. And now it's morning. Wrong. Afternoon.? ”

The foreman waved his stiff arm and sat down for the rest of his group before introducing him to Lan.

But as he spoke, he didn't seem to have any sense of time, and in his stiff and dry voice, there was now hesitation.

This made Lan En's eyes narrow slightly.

Judging from the way the foreman beckoned his companions to eat just now, he should at least be a normal person with emotional intelligence and experience as a team leader.

But so far, whether it's the performance of actions or words. Even people with Down syndrome are better than him.

What's going on?

"Punish the Forest?"

But Lan En didn't show his real doubts, but asked the name of the place first.

Punishment, or punishment.

This is an ancient saying, which in the vernacular is - piercing.

A punishment with a large gap between the upper and lower limits, the lower limit is to directly stab to death with one shot, cleanly. And the upper limit.

There are those who, like the crucifixion, were crucified and then stabbed to death. There are also cases where the head of the gun is stabbed through the lower body of the victim as in the legend of the heavy taste, and then stands up, using gravity to make the head of the gun slowly pierce through the entire body and protrude from the mouth.

"You don't know? Oh. By the way, you're a traveler. ”

The leading lumberjack, like his own men, sat on the floor with the bread that Rann had given them, and the wood they had cut down lay at their feet.

The bread that Lan En gave was huge, and even if it was divided by nearly ten people, each person still had a piece the size of half a palm.

It's thick and sturdy, and it's very filling.

The lumberjacks were already working very hard, and the hair on their heads was lying on their foreheads because of sweat.

But I don't know why, this group of people each dressed themselves up tightly.

Even if it is naked, only the wrists and ankles are exposed.

Lane saw that they had been wiping their sweat, but no one would untie their shirts and bare shoulders.

"Aren't you here to see the fire-making ceremony? Underneath the Punishment Forest, there is the site of the famous Salary King [Flange Immortal Squad], which was left behind in Flange Fortress. ”

"This forest and the undead settlements on the mountains behind are the fiefdoms of the Duke of Ulster."

Lan En pretended to be a perfunctory expression.

A lot of information came out at once, and Mentos was working with Lan En to sort it out.

The 'Fire Passing Ceremony' sounds like a ceremony of great fame and scale, so much so that it attracts many people who travel long distances to watch the ceremony.

'Salary King', like a certain title, is connected with the previous 'Fire Passing Ceremony', 'Fire and Salary'.Lan En guessed, may be the host of this ceremony?

'Flange Immortals', 'Duke of Ulster', these things lacked a prescriptive description in the words of the lumberjack leader, and Lane didn't understand what they meant for a while.

I only know that this world still has a class, and the place where I live is a duke's fiefdom.

It seems that even though this is a place that is very different from other worlds, as the Lady of the Lake said, there are still things that make people feel familiar.

Lan didn't expect to know much from the lumberjacks, so after inquiring about how the undead settlement was going, he didn't ask much more.

Although the name of the immortal settlement is strange, it is likely that the place where 'longevity' is pursued and characterized by this kind of nickname will also have this kind of nickname.

It's a settlement, and there must be more people than the forest, and they should know a little more information.

Lan En was mentally planning his next moves.

At the same time, it seems that these lumberjacks have not eaten for quite some time.

Lan En watched as they held the black bread they had given him and gobbled it into his mouth.

I really don't know how the Duke of Ulster managed to keep a group of lumberjacks who didn't even have food to eat so focused on their work.

But soon, Lane didn't have time to think about it.

"Uh-uh!"

A lumberjack who held the black bread in his hand and nibbled on it seemed to have choked in his throat because he ate it too quickly, and the black bread was too dry and porcelain.

The eyeballs on his already thin face suddenly bulged out like frogs, and at the same time, his face was red, and his slender and long palms waved helplessly in the air.

The lumberjacks around him quickly put the bread in their mouths and went over with their free hands to help him.

Lan En also noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly stepped over to the leg of the lumberjack leader, wanting to go over and help.

But it was only after four or five steps that the man stopped moving.

Lan En was a little stunned.

After all, the food choked on the trachea and throat, and in his common sense, it would take more than ten minutes to reach the point where his life was in danger.

So he didn't walk in a hurry just now, and walked in four or five steps for three seconds.

But it's just three seconds of suffocation. That man is dead?!

Although the dead man felt like a dried corpse that should have been buried a long time ago, it was too fast.

And what made the witcher feel even more abnormal was that in the face of the sudden death of his companion, everyone, including the lumberjack leader, was stunned for a moment.

Then it was as if he was no longer surprised, and he no longer took it to heart.

The lumberjack, who had come to help with black bread in his mouth, sat down next to the corpse and ate again.

The witcher's brow furrowed slightly, and his left hand rested on the hilt of the knife at his waist without a trace, slowly retreating.

"Man, one of your men is dead."

Lan En, who slowly retreated, walked to the side of the lumberjack leader who had just passed, squinted his eyes and looked down at the leader sitting on the ground, and said in an inexplicable tone.

"Isn't that a big deal? How do I think you don't seem to care? ”

"Death matters."

The team leader, on the other hand, seemed to have difficulty understanding the content of Lan En's words.

He repeated Lane's words with difficulty.

"It's like. It's a big deal. Yes, it's a big deal that someone died. ”

"But why. I don't care? ”

Inexplicably, the lumberjack leader's expression seemed to be confused by his own words.

And the next moment." Poof! ”

A sharp tip of wood was suddenly lifted from behind the leader and stabbed into the thin body!

(End of chapter)

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