With a "click" sound, the silver sword with cold light cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

The bearded man looked expressionless and carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oilcloth, then inserted it back into the scabbard with a "snap" sound.

The monsters entrenched in this magical mist have been completely eliminated.

This mission was just like Bordon's own expectations, effortless, easy and cost-effective.

If he were to kill the seventeen demons head-on, even the bear school armor would not be able to withstand the crowd of monsters surrounding them.

In the best case scenario, it would be a minor injury.

Moreover, it costs at least thirty oren to repair the armor, and the blade of the silver sword costs ten oren to wear out. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

As a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.

But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

Even if half of the plating of the Silver Sword of the Bear School is worn away, the repair cost will only be ten Orens!

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

But then the second bite.

Then "whoosh"!*2

Two flying arrows went straight to Bordon's face!

This smell is. Someone is nearby!

"Teacher, we can go."

"Your sword." Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentice's peephole. "Has it been repaired?"

The busy figure with his back turned to him stopped for a moment, then lowered his head and nodded.

The fundamental intention of the village's commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magical mist has not been clarified, let alone dispelled.

He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.

It seemed that I had indeed saved him a lot of money this time.

After tightening the buckles of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

This is the rare common sense teaching from this "teacher".

In fact, this debt is the basis for Bordon to tie himself to him as a "pathfinder".

As for whether Lan En himself agrees or not? That doesn't really matter.

"I will give you another sword, but you owe me ten orons."

"Twenty-seven minutes can only be delayed until now."

"That's enough."

But Lan En didn't care at all on his face and accepted the deal calmly.

The stench of monster blood spread far and wide.

"Our emotions have been erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the body's crisis instinct will still explode, adrenaline surges, and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies can recover quickly."

Demon hunters are highly resistant to poison, but their body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

He responded to the instructor's teachings and made his breathing, which was not disordered, more obvious.

Walking out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.

Witchers live long lives and rarely experience physical decline with age.

In front of Lan En, he didn't repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise by beating on the guard!

"You never taught me, so all my efforts just now were in vain."

Ten orens.

Lan En took a step back silently.

This is a perfectly normal statement.

Lan En answered simply. He looked at his mentor without avoiding it. His unwavering expression was exactly the same as that of Bordon.

The tinkling noise was endless, irritating the witcher's keen senses.

"I said, I will give you a handful. Now, immediately, get started."

Then Bordong's loan sharking is likely to weigh on Lan En for hundreds of years!

No one likes the feeling of owing money, especially Lan En.

The sound of chopping meat and the sound of blood vessels bursting continued for a while.

"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even see it. Even holding the sword is slippery. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke even farmers know. It doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood. In other words, you are lucky.

Two of them took the initiative to put their heads on the tip of your sword, leaving you to face only one monster weighed down by a corpse, otherwise your sword-holding hand would have been torn alive."

No one dares to go out empty-handed in this world, because their life is too long.

He was currently holding on to the already useless Wilen sword, gasping for air.

"H-Breathe. Huh!?"

After saying that, his eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.

The man asked without emotion, he didn't want to waste time.

"This fog was not created by the fog demon, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits. Have we completed the commission from that village?"

The monsters are gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

"It has nothing to do with us." Bordon said calmly.

"Understood."

In the process of walking outwards, Lane maintained a position one step behind Boldong.

But Bordon didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder and colder.

Its market price is generally two to three orens.

Including the cost of the mutation potion, he actually owed his mentor more than four hundred orens.

Bordon has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including claws, liver, heart, etc.

On weekdays, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he always only works on combat courses.

He has been observing his teacher.

There was no sweat on Lan En's lowered head, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.

And what Lan En will probably get is just another cheap Willen sword.

Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.

Lan En cut off an evil ghost's ear with a "stab" sound, and the smelly blood splashed on the ground.

Standing up, facing his mentor who was leaning against him and looking down at him, Lan En wiped away the blood redness under his nose.

Lan En followed suit.

And when he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat and raised his head, his expression turned into that of an ice cube again.

"The corpse of the monster is the proof for us to collect the money. There are no monsters in this fog now. After we have finished the work, we need to collect the money. Children and old men cannot be deceived."

"What are you dawdling about?"

"I'm trying to secure the sword grid in Willen. I can't live without a weapon."

Now, there were two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.

"Adjust your breathing." Bordon said in a commanding tone.

As if he sensed something with his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned.

The two of them had been in this fog for more than twenty minutes, and even with the witcher's resistance to poison, there was already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.

Compared to Bordon, Lan En's body had just become a witcher, and his resistance to poison was even worse. His respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs were as painful as being roasted by fire.

Then he consciously took out his hunting dagger and started to cut off the devil's ears. These were the mission credentials.

Lan Enze, who had his back turned to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bordon, he would not only have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to bear usury for the rest of his life.

Lan En analyzed it in his mind.

At the first breath of fresh air, even the bear school whose emotions were most severely obliterated, under the instinctive reaction at this time, simply enjoyed the healthy air.

Just like most people in this school of thought.

But looking at his apprentice, he didn't even finish cutting off his ears.

"ha!!!"

Exhaling and speaking loudly, the bearded man looked as ferocious as a monster!

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