Chapter 95 95. Sit back and wait.

Berengar hated witchers.

Because he was fed up with the discrimination and suffering brought about by his identity.

I'm tired of having to confront monsters in the wild and fight to earn money.

Not everyone is good at fighting, and not everyone can find joy in fighting swords. Some people just can't do this.

So he tried his best to hide his identity, and even worked hard in Vizima to maintain an ordinary life.

His hatred for the witchers stems largely from the fact that he was handed over to the witchers from his parents like a slave.

From now on, I can no longer control my own destiny.

And today, he learned that he once worked for a group of slave traders.

He clearly sensed that there was something strange in that batch of goods, but because he didn't want to cause trouble, he did it anyway.

The betrayal of his moral sense made him even want to vomit.

Berengar opened his eyes at the right time at nightfall, and his vertical pupils shone slightly in the darkness.

Berengar moved through the darkness, acting much more professionally than Lan did when he broke into the camp in Velen.

He and Lan En had the same idea.

The other party's palm holding the sword hilt was still bleeding, but the other party didn't seem to feel it at all. Instead, he kept holding the sword hilt with a "crunching" sound.

Lan En crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame of Berengar's house.

The wolf sect demon hunter first looked around and found no one, then squatted down and searched carefully.

Putting on his hood, Lan En shook his head and walked deeper into the temple area.

After saying that, Lan En opened the door behind him and walked out.

"so."

Going to the big warehouse now is crowded and crowded, so it’s best to wait until nightfall.

"Moreover, you are a person who ran away from your profession. I am not saying that there is something wrong with your morality, because I don't think that not wanting to be a demon hunter is an unforgivable thing. But to be honest, I can't

I trust you for your courage on the battlefield."

"Now is the search stage before hunting monsters. You should be familiar with it, right? At this stage, the long sword is useless."

A demon hunter who is over a hundred years old, his experience alone is a huge wealth.

Lann straightened up from the door frame and shook his head at the panting Berengar.

Berengar had not fought for too long, and his neurological reactions had declined drastically.

He is much stronger than the young witcher.

But anyone who has actually been to the temple area at night will know that the most unbearable thing about the temple area at night is by no means as simple as the stench.

The little bear boy of the Bear School might wait until late at night, but he was different.

Lan En has already said that the opponent's power is huge, so avoiding detection is the key.

He hammered the bricks with his bare hands, and while blood spattered, he suddenly pulled out a sharp steel sword!

He took out the whetstone and slowly began to sharpen the blade of the sword that had not been used for a long time.

The thief armed with a dagger climbed over the wall and entered the house, and he didn't mind making signs to the passing witnesses.

Then check bottle by bottle to see if the magic potion on the strap is still usable.

The gangsters were arrogant and loud, except for the workers who wanted to save money for tomorrow. They all wanted to kick wild dogs when they passed by.

The old demon hunter gritted his teeth and turned to ask Lan En, who was watching.

Turn left and right in the row of warehouse sheds, then stop.

The night in the temple area is still full of stench. In the chats of the ladies in the trading area, this smell is jokingly called the "stench of poverty" by them.

A demon hunter who is over a hundred years old is talking to a demon hunter who is in his teens, but the younger one seems to be a veteran who is good at doing things.

"It's a pity that if he wasn't a deserter, he would have had more helpers."

Berengar's eyes seemed to be filled with fire.

Finally looking at the small house he earned as an ordinary person, Berengar gritted his teeth and walked out.

Instead, he took out a whole set of lightweight leather armor and inserted the leather strap of the medicine set.

Having worked for a trafficker while he was half-aware of it, Berengar thought about the frightened and helpless young children buried in the timber he had moved.

While Berengar spurned his own morality, he prepared to wait until nightfall and rush to the large warehouse where goods were transported.

Like a dog, like fuck. When he mutates!

Berengar staggered away from Lan En and threw himself towards a floor tile.

He pulled out the scabbard from under the floor tiles he had broken and put the long sword back into its sheath, but did not put it back.

But in the room behind him, Berengar's angry and annoyed expression did not ease at all.

He had seen what slaves were like, and because of this, he could now clearly visualize in his mind what a group of children would look like.

If this matter is not resolved, every day in this cabin will be torture for the rest of his life.

This is a backward era. Human beings have a cruel way of survival due to the cruel environment. But at the same time, the ancient era also has simple morals that modern people cannot understand.

"You didn't dare to face the monster's minions, so you ran away from the profession of a witcher, but do you dare to face the shining knife tips, arrows, and war hammers? The enemy's power is very huge. If you are helped by someone again,

If you were frightened and ran away, it would cause too much harm to us."

Time flies by in a meditative state.

But then, there was a crisp "pop" sound!

A layer of golden magic shield shattered from his body, and falling to the ground along with the magic fragments were two crossbow arrows!

If he didn't have this kind of memory, he wouldn't have been able to memorize the hundreds of monster knowledge tomes in Kaer Morhen Fortress.

His nose twitched as he tried hard to find the human scent he had smelled on this piece of land.

He has a good memory and knows exactly where he unloaded the goods five days ago.

"Forget about it, man. You provided me with information, and you didn't know enough when you were working for them. Just continue to be your normal person."

Berengar's rage and regret over the slave trade did not conflict with his own low moral standards.

"You're investigating this, right?"

He may not be able to beat Lan En in a head-on battle due to his lack of talent due to being out of battle for a long time, but he has these bits and pieces of skill reserves.

But even the strongest baboon cannot kill a warrior with a sword, and Berengar. The people he killed could probably form a large village.

When Lan En first saw him, he felt that Berengar's face was a bit long. At this time, he clenched his teeth furiously, and his muscles bulged on both sides of his jaws.

"Take me one."

After finishing all the preparations, he put on his leather armor for combat, knelt on the ground, and entered a state of meditation and adjustment.

A bit like a crazed baboon.

His hands are shaking!

His moral sense was gnawing at his heart.

"People from the Wolf School always have such cumbersome things! Vesemir, look what you have taught me!"

"bring it on."

Humiliation, domestication, loss of dignity, and even loss of recognition as a human being.

Berengar was not surprised. After learning that the other party was powerful, he was still mentally prepared for this.

He knew that this warehouse would be deserted after nine o'clock in the evening, except for urgent work and unloading under special circumstances.

Passing by the low buildings and climbing over the tall walls, Berengar arrived silently at the large warehouse in the temple area.

At that time, all the piles of wood had been moved away, and not even a scrap of wood was left.

He is the hardest-working coolie in Vizima, and he knows the working rules of the warehousing market better than anyone else.

Two pairs of cat eyes faced each other, one was calm and determined, the other was furious and bloodthirsty.

"If you go out with a sword like this, you will be beaten by the security forces and thrown into jail in less than an hour, or hacked to death on the spot. You are so angry that you are blinded by anger, brother."

It wasn't until the crossbow arrow hit the ground and he staggered due to the residual impact force that he suddenly pulled out his sword from behind.

But this is meaningless anymore.

Two crossbow arrows happened to hit the [Quen's Seal] at the same time and fell to the ground, but eight more arrows had already cut through the air and were heading towards him!

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