Chapter 48 48. It’s time to bleed

At the same moment when the screams sounded, Old Allen and the villagers of O'Riden shivered violently outside the woods.

The birds perching in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, flapping their wings and flying away.

Lan En slowly walked out of the shade of the trees.

The tall figure was covered in thick and solid armor, and the first thing that appeared in the shadows were the pair of glowing cat eyes.

If the villagers hadn't already developed a good amount of trust in the demon hunters in the past days, these unsophisticated farmers would probably shout "devil" and run away at this time, right?

But they didn't after all. Although they were breathing heavily and trembling, they were still concerned about Lan En and the missing child.

"Lan, Lan En?"

Old Allen was the first to step forward, approaching the demon hunter who was walking out of the forest, and asked tentatively.

Although the young demon hunter was stained with hideous blood, he still nodded in response.

The orange-red liquid gives off a hazy luster under the light.

"Being frightened to the point of being unable to move by a swooping griffin beast, and then being eaten. Even on the Skellige Islands where warriors are everywhere, this cannot be said to be an dishonorable way to die."

Young people can't help but accept it.

Ivan held his hands on the work table and muttered to himself.

The young man pursed his lips and took out a bottle of potion from the alchemy leather bag beside him.

"Yes, he can drink low-quality homemade wine in the tavern, play cards and joke with a bunch of us idiots. Although he is a demon hunter, but look at his upbringing, does anyone believe that he is from a commoner? No.

People believe it! I don’t even believe it!”

Lan En handed over the Bear School steel sword behind him to Ivan.

"I cut off the ligaments in both his hands and left."

The blacksmith looked up at Lan En and Old Allen, who had calm faces. He pursed his lips and nodded without saying a word, then started working.

"It's unbelievable. I've never seen Lan En put on that expression."

Ivan raised his head in surprise.

Old Allen, who had been standing silently aside, knocked on his pipe and said quietly.

The village elder did not ask in detail because he knew that his small fishing village was unable to get involved in what was going to happen next.

"Maybe, old Allen." Lan En gently wiped away the blood on his face with his fingers.

Lan En took advantage of this time to put the more bulging little cloth bag into his alchemy leather bag.

Those eyes were as cold as iron!

"There will be a lot of blood, a lot, a lot of blood, no doubt about it."

"Huh - when I heard the screams inside, I thought you were crazy! How is it, is there anything gained?"

The young man turned around and left without stopping.

This frustrated woman continued to do the work that her son had not finished.

Old Allen looked at the blacksmith in his village and spoke very seriously.

"Five days after he moved into our house, my wife threw away all the stuff like 'Witchers are mutants' and 'Witchers are filthy'! Damn it, I live with her.

For decades, she was not even willing to give up eating mushrooms for me!"

"Many demon spirits will be born in this land soon, but it doesn't matter."

"You are frightened, Ivan."

"Ha, ha, you deserve it. A man with all his limbs and bleeding blood is in the forest! It's not surprising that his painful death turned him into a demon spirit!"

Old Allen's pupils shrank, he swallowed and smiled dryly.

Ivan compared the vertical pupils with the griffin beast, and it was hard to say which one he would rather face.

"You know, Ivan. The better a person is, the more angry he will be when he is truly angered."

"call--"

"But, Ivan, such a good person, is really angry now."

He would make way for women and children, clear the debris blocking the road aside, etc.

Old Allen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such gossip that "the son of a noble became a demon hunter in trouble" would go viral.

Lann has a good reputation in Auriden.

When Ivan described the demon hunter just now, he looked like he was unable to speak because of fear and surprise.

"Lan En, although when I first came here, I had a face that told no strangers, and I looked shrewd and strong, but within a few days we all knew it. That's something that really only appears in storybooks.

The 'knight' who draws his sword to help the weak!"

The old man pointed back with his hand, which was the path Lan En took when he left.

"If he doesn't have a fever tonight or tomorrow, then resting is enough. But if he starts to have a fever."

This was the support Mrs. Downer gave him, the only thing she could give.

But at this time, old Allen put the cleaned pipe into his arms and shook his head slightly.

"That cannibal. What did you do with him?"

"'Order from the Supreme Master of the Bear School'? What nonsense are you talking about! Who really cares about the well-being of a group of fishermen like us? Yes, Veserad collects our taxes, but I bet that even he doesn't care.

! Damn it, how can there be such a person these days?!"

"Griffin beast? There's no such thing here."

Unconsciously, this blacksmith, who had been working beside the stove for more than ten years, was actually sweating from his forehead just standing.

"Damn it. What's going on?! My heart was beating so fast just now!"

The steel sword was not much worn, so Ivan quickly finished the work and solemnly handed the sword back to Lan En.

Lan En didn't want to talk much now, so he kept his words concise and to the point.

"Almost figured it out."

Three "many" ones, one heavier than the other, made Ivan roll his Adam's apple with difficulty.

So I could only stuff it into my bag harder and harder!

But in the eyes of the villagers of Oriden, this is already an incredible education.

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Lan En came to Bernie's side. This self-deprecating man with a crow's mouth was not awake yet, and his wife was taking care of him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't need money."

Magic potion [Swallow] can significantly accelerate body recovery.

"Then I'll be happy to kill them again."

It wasn't until Lan En left for a while that Ivan in the blacksmith's shop breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, the villagers returned home, and old Allen went to the blacksmith shop with Lan En.

This is the first time this sword has passed through Ivan's hands. During this time, he has only repaired Lan En's silver sword.

She put all kinds of alchemy medicinal materials she could into the small cloth bag, and then handed it to Lan En without saying a word.

Halfway through his rebuttal, a pair of bone-cold cat eyes flashed through his mind.

Lan En didn't say much and went straight to the point.

Although he only upholds the basic qualities and habits of a college student from his hometown, he always says thank you or nods when he receives help.

The atmosphere was dull, with only the sound of grinding wheels and furnace bellows surrounding the place.

That is also a very typical appearance of a middle-aged woman who has undertaken many labor tasks.

"I'll leave you a mouthful, and then mix it with strong liquor for him to drink. Maybe, I mean maybe, he can survive. But even if he survives, the toxicity of the witcher potion will definitely cause him some sequelae. .Please use it as appropriate.”

The woman shed tears but didn't say much. She just put away the medicine and sat next to Bernie's bed again.

Lan En tightened the scabbard on his back and walked out of the house without saying a word.

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