Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 300 299. Choice

After the witcher dealt with the day demon, he returned to the village.

No one in the village slept tonight, and precious firewood and lamp oil were lit just to give the panicked humans who had gathered together a sense of security.

The return of the witcher greatly inspired people's enthusiasm, and the villagers began to cheer and jump for joy.

But Lan En, who entered the village, did not stop to enjoy this rare highlight moment for mutants.

His calm expression did not waver at all, and he walked straight past the crowd towards the village elder's home.

After the villagers saw him like this, their cheers gradually subsided until they fell silent.

"Bang bang bang" knock on the door.

It was the sound of the iron nails on the leather gloves hitting the wooden door.

Lan En's steady and calm voice sounded after the knock on the door.

"Mutt, open the door. You should have figured out the identity of the woman you raped and killed two years ago, right? You should go over and give an explanation to your baron."

A trembling tone came from the wooden door.

"Don't, don't do this, Lan En! Please! Have mercy!"

"Lan, you are a witcher! You are the one who hunts curses and witches! That woman cursed Sir, it's all her fault, isn't it? It was she who turned Sir into a funny water bird! No! I!"

"Witches who curse others deserve to die, right?"

The villagers looked in this direction under the scarce firelight. Lan En put one hand on the wooden door, but did not use direct violence.

"The Baron's curse was imposed by something in the Broccolion forest. The woman just complained a few times and was heard! Wouldn't your mother-in-law quarrel with you? Is this her fault? "

"You said it too!" Inside the door, Mutt was still shouting tremblingly.

"You said it too! It was the green bitches in the forest who did the good deeds! I was also affected! They must have cursed me with vicious magic to make me do that kind of thing!"

Lan En said nothing, and the atmosphere became unbearably silent.

After a long time, the demon hunter's emotionless voice sounded again.

"Do you think the factor that drove you to do this bestiality is magic, Mutt? I have met many people like you. They think that the world is full of malicious magic, and they are always ready to target poor farmers with evil intentions. Wizards who cast curses. But I know they are wrong."

"You're convinced of your own ideas, but I know you're wrong."

Lan En repeated it seriously.

"You like to make up a weird reason for your weird behavior, preferably magic, monsters, and other reasons that sound dangerous, exciting and irresistible. In this way, you will appear less weird."

"So when you are cheating, beating your wife, drinking, stealing, abandoning your mother and father, or killing pregnant beasts with an axe, you will think of those weird 'disasters' in your mouth and feel that those things are the real ones. Monster. You can relax because of this, and then live calmly and calmly."

"Oh, damn it."

At the end of the sentence, Lan En even laughed out loud.

But the laughter was not pleasant and contagious at all.

"Have you ever been on a long journey, Mutt?"

"No? It doesn't matter if you don't. I'll tell you."

The laughter gradually became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into a cold statement.

"Even gangsters in their hometown will help travelers who are in trouble on the long road. Because helping others is helping yourself. The journey is difficult and full of hardships. The culture of helping each other can give them a little more hope of reaching their goal alive. , this is an unwritten rule that emerged from the death of dead people in the hundreds of years after the stability of human society. And you, Mutt."

"You raped and killed a woman who traveled a long way outside your village."

"That woman came here just to complain to the magical forest. Her complaint turned into a curse. That was what happened between her, the Baron, and the witcher. It has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with you and her. The rape and murder have nothing to do with it!”

"Bang!"

Sawdust was flying, mixed with the shrill screams of fear from humans.

The big hand wearing a studded leather glove smashed through the wooden door of the village elder's house, and pulled him out by the collar.

"Ah! Have mercy! Have mercy!"

The village elder, who was nearly fifty years old, screamed like he was killing a chicken, and subconsciously used his palm to break Lan En's hand holding his collar.

But he could only leave his own blood on the iron nails in the glove in vain, unable to make this big hand relax at all.

After pulling out Mutt, another woman with disheveled hair rushed out of the wooden door with only the doorframe left.

She held a thick piece of firewood in her hand and was about to hit Lan En timidly.

The witcher didn't even look at her, but pinched her neck with his free hand. The advantage of his arm length made it impossible for her to touch the witcher's body.

This is Mutt's wife. Lan En also ate the mushroom soup she made last night.

The witcher's thumb and index finger exerted force and completed a twist-like structure with only two fingers. The fingers inhibited the blood flow in the blood vessels in her neck. After four or five seconds, the woman began to roll her eyes and entered a semi-coma state due to cerebral ischemia.

Lan En then let go of his hand, letting the stunned woman fall to the ground to restore breathing and blood flow to her neck.

A properly controlled grip will not cause substantial damage to her, but it will not give her the ability to cause trouble again.

"Lan En! Lan En!"

On the other hand, the village elder, who knew he couldn't break free, was shouting to himself.

"Look at Liz! Look at her! She's not young anymore, and our son is a white-eyed wolf. He ran away a long time ago! How can she live without me? She didn't even dare to use force when she hit you just now. How can such a person live alone in this world?"

"Yes, I made a mistake and committed a crime two years ago! But Liz is innocent, right?!"

"You ate the food she cooked last night, and now you want her to die?"

"Let me go, Lan En, please! That woman is already dead. I'm sorry for her, but you shouldn't let another innocent woman die because of this, right?"

Mutt twisted in Lan En's hand while shouting at the top of his lungs. His tone was sincere, as if he was really a good husband who was thinking deeply about the future life of his old and gentle wife.

Although Liz on the ground was still unable to move, she still cried and raised her head, looking at the witcher's cat eyes with pleading eyes.

A dilemma.

Lan En sighed in his heart.

A classic choice is to punish the guilty or to care for the innocent people who depend on the guilty for their survival.

"Moral kidnapping, right?"

The young demon hunter murmured to himself, and a faint hot breath overflowed from the gaps in the teeth at the corners of his mouth.

This seemed to be a sign of wavering in Mutt's eyes, and he had an expression of relief on his face.

But then, the expression froze.

"My morals do not need you to kidnap, rape and kill bastards?"

A fist half as big as an ordinary person's head hit Mutt's dull face from the side!

The cracking sound of the bones happened too quickly and was wrapped in flesh, so it made a dull sound, similar to the sound of a large handful of celery being broken in one go.

"Crack!"

The upper half of Mutt's face still maintained the frozen, relieved expression just now.

And his entire lower jaw had been shattered and torn off by the huge punch force and the nails on his gloves!

The blood was spraying like crazy from a juicer without a lid.

Now Mutt's chin has become like a day demon.

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