Chapter 23: 23 Banquet Fork Trick

Chapter 23: 23 Banquet Fork Trick

Chapter 23 23. The Banquet Fork Trick

The cleaning of the surrounding waters continued throughout the day.

Synchronized with the fishing and hunting times 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 following the traces, while Lan observed the science from behind.

After encountering the water ghost, the witcher was responsible for the force work, and in the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the body of the water ghost into pieces.

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

But these water ghosts were scattered very scattered, and the five-headed group he 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 his eyebrows.

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

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

People who would normally go back to their homes or gather in taverns at this time are gathering at the port.

Either weaving a fishing net absentmindedly, or sitting on a barrel and swinging one's legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco.

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

Immediately, they 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 large crowd of cheers.

This was the first time in this world that Lan En was pushed ashore like a hero by the crowd.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

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

I didnt expect it. He seemed a little incoherent at this time.

I really didnt expect what you said was true!

Even if Lan En has tried hard to contact them in a way that suits the local people's thinking, and 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. He 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.

Im sorry, Im so sorry, Lan En. Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan Ens ear during the cheers to ensure that he heard clearly.

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

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.

Young people just shrugged.

I thought that would be funny.

I think its 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 Hipona. She didn't even dare to come to the party today, and even hung a rabbit's foot above our bed."

Hey, rabbits feet are useless against magic, curses, monsters, nothing.

Lan En reminded him kindly.

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

"You're a good guy, Lan. There's no reason for us to be so defensive about you."

The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En's drinking action 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 corners of the young man's lips unconsciously raised a smile: "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."

Haha! Isnt it okay? When you go back, eighteen water ghosts right ears and eighteen orens will be paid in cash!

Lan raised his glass and greeted old Allen.

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

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

Isnt it natural for monsters to kill monsters? How is it different from murderers and robbers to earn money by swinging a sword?!

The voice was filled with resentment.

In the witcher's ears, the corner of the tavern suddenly became quiet for a short 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.

Other than this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a sentence.

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

He could stand up now and find out that young voice.

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

But he sighed and did not do so.

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

is the villager who was killed by Bordon and is now the only orphan.

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