Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 23 23. Banquet Fork Trick

The cleaning of the surrounding waters continued throughout the day.

Synchronized with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Oriden.

The combination of Lan En and Bernie expanded the safety range of the village fishery to the east by about five kilometers.

During this period, nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword.

The process of each hunting was exactly the same as the first time: after landing, Bernie took the lead in tracking the traces, while Lan observed the science from behind.

After encountering the water ghost, the demon hunter was responsible for the force work. In the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the water ghost's body into pieces.

Twenty water ghosts gathered together were enough to massacre villages in Wellen.

But these water ghosts were simply scattered, and the five-headed group they saw for the first time was the largest wave, otherwise the young demon hunter would really have a headache.

When the sun was about to sink into Fike Lake, the two people returned to the village together.

When Bernie's boat just approached the village harbor, the fisherman and hunter raised an eyebrow.

"Hey." He whispered, motioning for the witcher sitting on the bow of the boat to turn around and look.

In the dim light, the village port was crowded with people.

People who usually would have gone back to their homes or gathered in the tavern at this time were gathered at the port.

Or absentmindedly weaving a fishing net, or sitting on a barrel swinging his legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco.

When people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one or two people put down their absent-minded tasks.

They immediately swarmed up and looked into the boat with their heads stretched out.

Old Allen stood at the front.

"Water ghost ears! So many water ghost ears!"

The stench and blood didn't bother him at all, and his excited shouts attracted a lot of cheers.

This was the first time in this world that Lan En was pushed ashore like a hero by the crowd.

Old Allen slapped the young man's shoulder leather armor hard.

"I didn't expect that." He seemed a little incoherent at this time.

"I really didn't expect what you said was true!"

Even if Lan En has tried hard to contact them in a way that is consistent with the local people's thinking, even if he has made preparations to this step, people's distrust of witchers still exists.

This is caused by the racial atmosphere that has accumulated over the years.

But what does it matter now?

At this time, the young man returned the favor to old Allen cheerfully, and slapped the old man on the back with his leather-gloved palm, causing him to cough.

But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.

Trust has been established.

Humanity's yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all groundless hatred and discrimination.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Lan En." Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan En's ear during the cheers to ensure that he heard clearly.

"For my sake, and for the doubts that the villagers of Oriden have about you, come on, my friend, I have to buy you a big drink!"

"Royal Vizima?"

"Royal Vizima!"

So the men and women in the village laughed and poured into the small tavern together.

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The tavern is not large, so only a few candles are enough to provide light on dark nights.

The small restaurant, which usually only has a few fishermen to support the scene, ushered in a crowded and lively business day today.

Several women even brought musical instruments from home. To Lan En's ears, the sound of these instruments sounded like flutes.

The minor tune is cheerful and melodious, and it will not be annoying even if it is repeated continuously.

At the table, the young man took a swig of yellow Royal Vizima beer.

The fermentation of this beer is under the jurisdiction of professional brewmasters in Vizima, the capital of Temeria.

The timely addition of hops adds a refreshing sweetness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.

The half-empty wooden wine glass hit the table with a "pop" sound, and the young man licked the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied content.

An intelligent voice spoke in my head.

"Sir, with all due respect, I never thought anyone would want to add honey to their beer."

"Mentos, shut up!"

"Yes sir."

The wisdom and brain follow the good and flow.

How many times have I said it! Can stress response be called a unique taste? !

The interaction with Zhinao ended quickly. Old Allen, who was sitting opposite Lan En, held a glass of cheap home brew and pointed to Lan En to the bartender with a smile.

"Bill is brushing the right ear of the water ghost you brought back."

The young man followed his fingers and looked over. The bartender over there was not only brushing his ears, but also nailing the brushed ears to the wooden wall behind him with great interest.

"When I first entered, Bill told me that this pub would be called [Water Ghost's Right Ear] in the future."

Lan En raised his eyebrows, "What a pity, I can't collect his copyright fees from this name."

Old Allen laughed loudly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then let out a long breath.

"Phew - I have to go back. This banquet won't be held for long. The stock in Bill's barrel is almost drained. You can still catch a meal if you go back later."

Lan En nodded indifferently and signaled Old Allen to help himself.

But when the old man raised his buttocks, he seemed to have thought of something again. He sat down again with a troubled expression and stretched his head close to the young man.

"That's Lan En. Well, can you please stop doing your fork trick in front of my wife again?"

"The fork trick? Oh, you mean the time I threw the fork at the mouse?"

Bernie, who was standing not far away, keenly heard the word "trick". He sat down next to the two of them with a wine glass in hand and wanted to have fun.

"Tricks? What tricks are you talking about?"

At this time the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.

Lan En chuckled and brought the wine glass to his mouth, but old Allen's expression was a little distorted.

"He stabbed a mouse with his fork at dinner last night."

"That's it?" Bernie curled his lips suddenly, as if he suddenly lost interest. "I can do this too. Although mice are slippery and petite, I can't do it if they get close."

Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.

"Yeah, you can do it too. But it won't be at dinner time, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house."

Bernie's mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lan En beside him.

The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.

The young man just shrugged.

"I thought that would be funny."

"I think it's interesting." Old Allen said with sadness written all over his face.

"If you have nothing to do, I can watch you throwing forks all day long, but don't do it in front of Xipona. She didn't even dare to come to the party today, and even hung a rabbit's foot above our bed."

"Hey, rabbit's feet are useless against magic, curses, monsters, nothing."

Lan En reminded kindly.

Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't this make her feel at ease? Let's talk about it."

"You are a good person, Lan En. There is no reason for us to be so defensive about you."

The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En's drinking movement paused slightly for a moment.

Bernie next to him didn't notice anything and also helped, "Indeed, Lan En, you are a decent person."

The slightly bitter beer feels like it has a wonderful aftertaste in my mouth at this moment.

The young man's lips unconsciously raised a smile: "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."

"Haha! Isn't it okay? When you go back, eighteen water ghosts' right ears and eighteen Orens will be settled in cash!"

Lan En raised his glass and greeted old Allen.

Old Allen got off the bench again and walked out of the tavern.

And just in the corner of the tavern, a young voice passed through the layers of noise and was captured by the witcher's senses.

"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters? What's the difference between getting money by swinging a sword and murderers and robbers?!"

The voice was filled with resentment.

In the witcher's ears, the corner of the tavern suddenly became quiet for a while because of these words.

But then, as if to cover up the young voice, other voices in the corner began to talk, laugh, and sing loudly.

Except for this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a word.

Lan En pursed his lips. No one here could have imagined that the witcher's hearing would be so sharp.

He could have stood up now and found out that young voice.

The villagers who regard him as a hero will definitely stand by him at this time.

But he sighed and didn't do it.

Because he could tell that the young voice was named Little White.

He is the only orphan among the villagers killed by Bordon.

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