Just as the little girl let out a terrible and frightened scream, the owner of the car herself was pressed into the mud and watched her daughter being crushed under a group of deserters and robbers on the road.

"Are you going to do it?"

A calm, hoarse voice appeared from not far away.

Two witchers arrived.

Geralt asked as he turned to Rann next to him.

The witcher had obviously arrived at the place of the incident, but his tone of relaxation as if he was out of the matter made many people present unconsciously stunned.

Rann ignored Geralt's words.

His cloak made a wavy arc in the air, and the man had already descended from the unicorn's back.

Walking silently towards the messy road.

The large cloak hung down to his calves, and the cloak that enveloped the whole person did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He didn't say anything, but the hostility was unmistakable.

But the few deserters and robbers on the opposite side, even if they saw such a person walking towards them with hostile intent, did not turn around and run.

Because they had narcotic powder.

Lan En knew it just by looking at it.

The pupils are abnormally dilated and excited, and the uncontrolled runny nose and drooling after the mucosal irritation are too obvious.

You can't expect someone who has been drugged to maintain even the most basic sanity, can you?

The toothless man who held the little girl down pulled an axe from his belt and rushed towards Lan with a sinister grin.

It seems that he is also a veteran who has killed many people.

But the closer he got to Lanen, the smaller and thinner he became.

The eyes, which were so excited that they couldn't focus under the effect of the drug, suddenly stopped after a flash of black shadow.

A large hand sticking out from under the cloak grabbed the skull of the Rotten Tooth Leader.

And when Lan En pressed the opponent's head firmly with one hand, the hem of the cloak that was brought up by his movements did not fall in the air.

It wasn't until the real power came into contact with the fragile flesh that the brain, which had been controlled by the anesthetic powder, seemed to regain a little bit of sanity.

He wanted to swing an axe and slash his arm, but before he could put his idea into practice, the sharp pain above his head made him scream and throw down the axe in his hand, instead pulling the palm on top of his head.

But Lan En's strength is no longer on the same level as ordinary people.

The so-called 'crushing the human skull with the palm of the hand' really refers to the palm of the hand, which is not suitable for squeezing, or even a piece of muscle that is not suitable for exerting force, to crush the human skull.

And when they think, what would be the effect of pressing a human skull with fingers that are really suitable for hard holding?

- It's about the same as a cookie.

"Uhhhh

The terrible screams were no different from the donkey cart guy he had just killed, and even worse.

Lan's fingers tightened, and Rotten Tooth could clearly feel that his skull structure was reaching its limit.

Eventually, the man who was frantically struggling on Lanne's arm suddenly weakened his limbs after a dull 'click', leaving only occasional twitching.

Rann didn't pinch his head, he seemed to have an old wound on his head, which caused the uneven force.

Lanne's thumb and forefinger were the first to pinch into his head, leaving a depression in his skull.

But the dent of the two fingers on the skull is enough to kill people.

The corpse fell from Lanne's hand and fell into the mud with a "snap".

There were five more deserters in this gang of deserters, and they didn't seem to be taking as much medicine as this rotten tooth leader, after all, the leader would keep the most anesthetic powder for himself.

After understanding the gap and witnessing death, they finally began to flee in all directions.

But the result is the same.

Lan's left hand moved five times, and five times the [Alpha Seal] fired five projectiles, opening holes in their bodies from a distance of tens of meters.

No surprises, they are just a bunch of ordinary robbers, with no extraordinary strength and no weird spells.

Geralt calmly watched as Lan had killed a group of deserter robbers without much effort, but he only let out a soft sigh as Lan approached the girl who had just been crushed.

Killing people is not difficult for people like them.

Geralt never worried about what had just happened.

His confirmation before Lan En's move was only to persuade him of one thing.

For ordinary civilians who have never killed anyone, the witchers who saved them may be in their eyes. It's also scary.

The civilians who had just been frightened saw the inhuman cat's eyes, and the blood-stained murderer.

The first reaction of most of them was never gratitude, but hysterical screaming and running away in the afterglow of terror.

Looking at Lane, who was approaching the little girl, Geralt was waiting for that scene to unfold.

Waiting for the father and daughter to be terrified when they saw Lan En as if they had seen a monster, they cried out and fled.

Then he would pat his horse forward and comfort the powerful, but ultimately young, witcher.

Geralt shook his head, this is also a matter of experience?!

Suddenly, Geralt, who was silent in the back, widened his eyes as if he had run into a night wraith.

He stared blankly at the mess of mud in the distance.

Lan En bent down and pulled the girl up from the ground, the girl did look frightened, but in front of Lan En, who was bent over.

In front of the 'giant', who was tall enough to make people feel oppressed, he didn't lose his mind at all.

She cowered and sobbed without speaking, but she never screamed as far away from the witcher as she did away from the monster.

The same goes for the owner of the car who was just crushed to the ground.

Geralt stared dumbfounded, and Lann helped the surviving father and daughter bring donkeys, collected the bodies of the donkey cart guys, and some goods that could be sold.

In the end, the owner of the car took Lan En's hand, bowed again and again, and led the donkey along the avenue.

It wasn't until Lan En returned to the Kirin's back as if he had done a small thing and started walking forward again that Geralt came back to his senses in a daze.

"Your expression is like you've seen a daytime wraith at night, Geralt. What happened? ”

Lan asked him calmly.

Geralt pursed his lips before responding to him after a moment.

"I went out to make money for the first time before or after becoming a witcher, and I also encountered what happened just now."

"And then? Have you made a big move? ”

It can be seen that Lane is still quite interested in Geralt's previous affairs.

"Nope." On the contrary, it was Geralt himself, whose voice was dull.

"At the beginning, it was very similar, deserters and bandits who blocked the road and robbed wanted money, food, and preferably women, no matter how old the woman was. Or it doesn't matter if it's a woman or not, as long as there's a hole to relax him. ”

"This kind of person is indispensable in every year and place. And, of course, there were the victims, the farmer father and daughter who were stopped. ”

"The turn of events happened after I killed their leader."

"The girl's father fled with the attackers, and the girl was covered in the blood of the leading man. She vomited and was hysterical. When I walked over, she fainted with even more fright. ”

Geralt turned his head and looked at Lan En, who didn't seem to fluctuate, really just listening to the story with great interest.

"Since then, I've allowed myself to listen to my inner voice of reason more and rarely get involved in that kind of thing anymore."

"Oh?" Lane heard Geralt's meaning, but didn't care, instead smiled and asked. "Is this the wisdom that Kylemohan has passed down?"

"yes." Geralt was blunt.

"Viselmere told me over and over again in Kellmohan not to be involved in such things, not to play the knight or to defend the law. Don't show off your skills, just work for the money. ”

"But I hadn't left the fifty-mile road yet, and I got into the fight like a fool. Do you know why? I wanted the girl to cry with joy and kiss her savior's hands while her father fell to his knees in gratitude. ”

Lan En didn't react, just said flatly.

"And then you're disappointed, the rejection of the witchers and the fear of escaping death overwhelm gratitude, that's not what is written in the book and in the poem, is it? But that's not all."

"You feel sick of your own behavior of 'trying to save people for gratitude and honor.' This feeling is even more prevalent after the rescued person screams and flees. ”

Geralt nodded, but then, Lann changed his mind.

"But I don't think it's disgusting. Maybe it's because we think differently, Geralt? I never dwell on that. In my eyes, doing good is doing good. It is entirely reasonable to be grateful and rewarded for this. ”

"I'm just going to stop what I can't get used to, and when I'm done, I don't care if the father and daughter are grateful or run away."

Geralt looked at the young man next to him, and finally smiled and shook his head.

"yes, that's the kind of person you are. Except for such 'fools', no one will bury their heads in the war. ”

"Come on, let's get straight to the point. Did the girl see her face under her hood so she didn't scream and run away? ”

"Sort of one thing." Lan smiled and said, "If you were as attractive when you were young as you are now, maybe that girl wouldn't be scared away by you?" ”

Geralt shook his head helplessly.

He also knew that he was relatively attractive among the witchers, calm, handsome, strong, and had a sophisticated and reliable temperament.

Many women looking for excitement, even sorceresses, were interested in him.

But his charm is not the same as Lane's beauty.

It's a face that makes you lose consciousness just by looking at it.

"On the other hand?" Geralt didn't want to talk about it anymore and simply turned to it. "That man can't be because of this, right?"

And speaking of this, Lan En's voice, which was originally smiling a little, became a little subtle.

"yes. Not because of this. ”

"How?" Geralt also heard something wrong.

"The father, the first thing he said when he got up on the ground, recognized me as I am, and what else did he say.' Heroes have come to our rescue'. ”

"Tut-tut."

From under Lan's hood, there was a chattering sound of interest.

Geralt raised his eyebrows, realizing that something was wrong.

(End of chapter)