Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 18: 18Hold the power

Chapter 18 18. Hold the power

In fact, in this world, it is estimated that only the richest people who really do not regard money as money, or the demon hunters, would use heirloom-level swords to cut something.

You can kill people with pieces of iron, so why bother using these precious treasures on the battlefield?

And this is also the epitome of the difficulty of the witcher profession.

They took swords worth hundreds of orens to fight monsters to the death, but they could not exchange the swords for money to spend or buy properties in the city.

Because few people will protect the property of witchers.

After the blacksmith shop, Lan and Auriden had to add another element to their monster hunting commission.

When the equipment needs maintenance, the village will reimburse the maintenance cost, and the blacksmith in the village will follow Lan En to find the master blacksmith.

This is mainly to have a knowledgeable person to prevent Lan En from asking for reimbursement.

Although the young man didnt want to do this at all.

"I'm not taking advantage of you. You see, the armor I brought here was damaged before, and I plan to pay for it to be repaired in the future."

Lan En crossed his arms and chuckled, walking behind with an indifferent expression.

Old Allen walked ahead with his lips curled up.

Yes, you plan to pay for the repairs yourself.

But what if you are disemboweled by a water ghost before you save enough money to repair your armor? !

What should you do if your neck is wiped by the swamp witch? !

Should the fishing grounds be opened up? !

Can the village still make money? !

Oh shit!

Old Allen looked at the young man behind him with disgust at the cotton-padded armor that was about to burst out of cotton, and sighed.

Decided to let the skilled women in the village work overtime tonight to sew the outer cotton armor on the composite armor he brought over.

Until he completes the development of the fishing ground, this witcher who works at a discount must live well!

Injuring a finger will affect work efficiency!

Before Lan En arrived, old Allen would never believe that he would get angry in a hurry for the safety of a demon hunter.

Let mutants kill monsters as a matter of course, and no one cares about their life or death.

But now, he has to greet her with a smile and care like an old mother.

While walking, Lan En seemed to mention it accidentally.

By the way, those two unlucky guys who were killed, what happened to their families?

At the mention of this, old Allen's walking figure froze slightly.

Lan En's keen senses easily captured this moment, and his cat eyes narrowed slightly.

What, what happened to them?

The young man's tone was no different from before, with a sense of indifference that it had nothing to do with him.New n𝙤vel chapters are published on

But inexplicably, Old Allen, who was walking in front, felt cold at the base of his neck.

"No, how should I say it?" Old Allen said cautiously.

"One family was already dead. Little Turner chased his little dog into the woods, and was torn to pieces by a pack of oozing wild dogs. His screams were so miserable, and his last screams made him The mother was driven crazy and rushed in after her. Several of the men who were there at the time were unable to hold them back, and then neither of them could come out of the woods."

The village elders were lamenting, but that was all. There are so many human tragedies in Willen that it is mind-numbing.

He is mainly worried now that the number of victims has been reduced by one, which will affect the "compensation" of the Bear School to the village.

Lan pursed his lips, and old Allen only felt that his neck was getting colder and colder.

You guys, didnt you try to save me?

"Save? How to save?" Old Allen sighed and shook his head.

"The wild dogs are no longer afraid of people. They have all eaten human flesh. Unless they can be killed, ordinary threats cannot make them shut up. But at that time, there were only a dozen men in the village, and among them there were There are old people and children.

The inexplicable chill at the base of his neck disappeared. Old Allen tilted his head and continued walking forward without paying attention.

The young man followed behind with his head lowered and his steps slightly heavy. What else can Lan En say?

He came to Oriden with a feeling of gratitude and reparation. He was not at all familiar with the two farmers who died for him after speaking to him.

But he is a compassionate and determined person.

So he came here, hoping to give some help to widows and orphans who were living in poverty.

He made a plan for this, and used his limited knowledge to try to grasp the balance of people's hearts and create a status quo that everyone could benefit from.

But now, the village elders told him that one family had died.

No one can even hate it because it was an accident.

There are so many emotions in my heart that I cant even tell what I feel at this moment.

Theres also the Little White family, right over there.

Old Allen was walking and pointed to his side with his hand.

At this time, the wind was blowing after the rain, and the dark lake water was also churning under the dark clouds.

But in the village, adults and children seemed to be doing their own business as usual, still minding their own business.

Mending fishing nets in the rain, turning over the boat for repairs, and carrying the smelly wooden barrels containing the catch.

A woman wearing torn and dirty clothes was running around the village tiredly and diligently with a boy.

Mending fishing nets and helping other villagers carry things.

After being greeted with a smile, the occasionally lowered head and face were filled with numbness until they met the next busy villager.

The villagers accepted help as a matter of course, and some of them were impatient and angry.

But the peasant woman deliberately pretended not to see it.

The little boy, who had a big head and a small body due to lack of nutrition, followed her and tried to help.

With a malnourished body, he had to press his center of gravity to push the barrel containing the catch.

That's not playing, that action of gnashing teeth and even pushing your head up is really trying your best!

Children do not understand complicated things, but the atmosphere in the family has taught them that they must follow the adults.

So the child's face, which should have been innocent, put on a deliberately flattering smile after taking a big breath.

That smile made Lan En feel cold in his heart.

But he still didn't show it.

Because if you act too eager or too angry, it will make the villagers feel uneasy.

You are here to do good things, and you will suffer a loss. You shouldn't focus on these things.

The villagers' lack of knowledge and wisdom can lead to confusion, then panic, and then hostility.

In order to calm down, Lan En wanted to press his chest.

But when pressed against the cotton armor, it feels like a hard cylinder.

It is the storage tank containing the gene seeds.

But this time, Lan En did not let go because he recalled the weird appearance of the meat in the jar.

On the contrary, he held the glass jar in his arms tightly.

That look is like holding the power itself!

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