Chapter 48: 48 It’s time to bleed

Chapter 48: 48 It’s time to bleed

Chapter 48 48. Its time to bleed

At the same moment when the screams rang out, Old Allen and the villagers of Oriden shivered violently outside the woods.

The birds that lived in the woods seemed to be frightened by the screams, and flapped their wings and flew away.

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

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

If the villagers had not already developed a good trust in the demon hunters in the past days, these unskilled 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, approach the witcher who was walking out of the forest, and asked tentatively.

Although his body was stained with hideous blood, the young witcher nodded in response.

Old Allen was relieved when he saw this.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"Huh, the screams inside were so miserable, I thought you were crazy! How is it? Is there anything gained?"

Its almost figured out.

Lan En didnt want to talk much now, so he kept his words concise and to the point.

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.

That cannibal. What did you do with him?

I cut the ligaments in both his hands and left.

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

"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!"

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

Those eyes are as cold as iron!

This land will soon give birth to many demon spirits, but it doesnt matter.

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

It doesnt matter if you dont need money.

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

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

Make way for women and children, clear the debris blocking the road aside, etc.

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

Otherwise, there wouldnt be rumors about a noblemans son becoming a demon hunter in trouble.

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

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

"Lan En, although when I first came here, I had a face that told no one to enter, and I looked shrewd and strong, but within a few days we all knew it. That's something that really only appears in storybooks. A 'knight' who draws his sword to help the weak!"

"'Order from the Supreme Master of the Bear School'? What nonsense are you talking about! Who really cares about how well a group of fishermen like us are doing? 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?!"

"Yes, he can drink low-quality homemade wine in the tavern, play cards and joke with 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 dont even believe it!

"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!"

But, Ivan. Such a good man is really angry now.

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

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

There will be lots of blood, no doubt, lots, lots, lots of blood.

Three "many", each one heavier than the other, so Ivan rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty.

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Lan 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.

That is also a very typical appearance of a middle-aged woman who has taken on a lot of labor tasks.

Lan En didnt say much and went straight to the point.

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

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

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

Magic potion [Swallow], significantly accelerates body recovery.

"I'll leave you a mouthful, and 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's potion will definitely cause him some sequelae. .Please use it as appropriate.

The woman wept, but didnt say much. She just put away the medicine and sat next to Bernies bed again.

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

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