Chapter 300: 299 choice

Chapter 300: 299 choice

Chapter 300 299. Choice

After the witcher dealt with the day demon, he returned to the village.

No one in the village sleeps tonight, and precious firewood and lamp oil are lit, just to give the panicked humans who have gathered in a group a sense of security.

The return of the witcher greatly inspired people's enthusiasm, and the villagers began to cheer and jump for joy.

But Lan En, who entered the village, did not stop to enjoy this rare highlight moment for mutants.

His calm expression did not waver at all, and he walked straight past the crowd towards the village elder's home.

After seeing his appearance, the villagers' cheers gradually subsided until they became silent.

The sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door.

That was the sound of the iron nails on the leather gloves hitting the wooden door.

Lann's steady and calm voice sounded after the knock on the door.

"Mutt, open the door. You should have figured out the identity of the woman you raped and killed two years ago, right? You should go over and give an explanation to your baron."

A trembling tone came from the wooden door.

Dont, dont do this, Lan En! Please! Have mercy!

"Lan, you are a witcher! You are the one who hunts curses and witches! That woman cursed Sir, it's all her fault, isn't it? It was she who turned Sir into a funny water bird! No! I!"

Witches who curse others deserve to die, dont they?

The villagers looked in this direction under the scarce firelight. Lan En propped one hand on the wooden door, but did not use direct violence.

"The Baron's curse was imposed by something in the Broccolion forest. The woman just complained a few times and was heard! Wouldn't your mother-in-law quarrel with you? Is this her fault? "

You said it too! Inside the door, Mutt was still shouting tremblingly.New novel chapters are published on

"You said it too! It was the green **** in the forest who did the good deeds! I was also affected! They must have cursed me with vicious magic to make me do that kind of thing!"

Lan En said nothing, and the atmosphere became unbearably silent.

After a long time, the witcher's emotionless voice sounded again.

"Do you think the factor that drove you to do this **** is magic, Mutt? I have met many people like you. They think that the world is full of malicious magic, and they are always ready to target poor farmers with evil intentions. Wizards who cast curses. But I know they are wrong."

You believe in your own ideas, but I know you are wrong.

Lan En! Lan En!

On the other hand, the village elder, who knew he couldn't break free, kept shouting to himself.

"Look at Liz! Look at her! She's not young anymore, and our son is a white-eyed wolf. He ran away a long time ago! How can she live without me? She didn't even dare to use force when she hit you just now. How can such a person live alone in this world?"

"Yes, I made a mistake and committed a crime two years ago! But Liz is innocent, right?!"

You ate the food she cooked last night, and now you want her to die?

"Let me go, Lan En, please! That woman is already dead. I'm sorry for her, but you shouldn't let another innocent woman die because of this, right?"

Mutt twisted in Lan En's hand while shouting at the top of his lungs. His tone was sincere, as if he was really a good husband who was thinking deeply about the future life of his old and gentle wife.

Although Liz on the ground was still too weak to move, she still cried and raised her head, looking at the witcher's cat eyes with pleading eyes.

A dilemma.

Lan En sighed in his heart.

A classic choice is whether to punish the sinner or to care for the innocent people who depend on the sinner for survival.

Moral kidnapping, right?

The young demon hunter murmured to himself, a faint hot breath overflowing from the gaps in the corners of his mouth.

This seemed to be a sign of wavering in Mutt's eyes, and he had an expression of relief on his face.

But then, the expression froze.

My morals do not need you to kidnap, **** and murder those bastards?

A fist that was half as big as an ordinary person's head hit Mutt's dull face from the side!

The cracking and breaking sound of the bones happened too quickly and was wrapped in the flesh, so it made a dull sound, similar to the sound of a large handful of celery being broken in one go.

Click!

The upper half of Mutt's face still maintained the frozen, relieved expression just now.

His entire lower jaw has been shattered and torn off by the huge force of the punch and the nails on his gloves!

The blood was spraying like crazy from a juicer without a lid.

Now Mutts chin looks like a day demon.

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