MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 15 village elders

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Chapter 15 15. Village Elder

 Mentos directly bypassed a series of permissions such as elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and opened a restriction for Lan En at the university level.

 Sounds awesome.

 But at this stage, neither Lan nor Mentos feel that this is of any use.

 It’s just a restriction, and it’s not a direct pass. The computing power and operating authority of Zhi Nao are still locked at the primary school level of the People’s Federation.

 In other words, in the future, [college-level course completion] may be better?

 Lan En will not think about this for the time being.

“So, you are the village elder of Oriden, Alan?”

 In the village tavern where the murder occurred, Lan patted the rain on his head and asked while tilting his head.

Even though the outside of the house was covered by heavy rain and dark clouds, there was only one candle as lighting in the dark house, which barely illuminated half of the old man's body.

 But Lan En’s lowered beast eyes still keenly captured a lot of details.

 A typical northern farmer.

 The face is numb from fatigue and full of wrinkles. There are thick calluses between the fingers, and the body has been slightly deformed due to long-term and heavy labor, with one shoulder high and one shoulder low.

Even as a village elder, his economic level only allows him to wear a pair of pointed-toed soft leather boots and hold a pipe in his mouth than ordinary villagers.

"That's me. Bill, you are running a tavern! Don't be stunned and give the guests a glass of water."

 It was obvious that the old man did not want to talk to Lan En at all.

 But looking at the roaring bear head necklace around the young man's neck, he pursed his lips. Still can only sit at the same table with young people.

  It’s just that even the buttocks sitting on the bench are only half firmly seated, and there is a feeling that one is ready to escape at any time.

“I’m sorry, Witcher. But we haven’t sent out any commissions recently. I don’t know what you’re here for?”

There were still a few villagers in the tavern, but not long after Lan En entered, people immediately moved away from the young man, staring at him warily and distantly.

  It seems to be guarding against some source of disease infection.

The bartender named "Bill" even kept wiping his hands after putting down the water.

Lan can feel people's disgust and fear, he has seen enough.

Even though he has only been in this world for a short period of time, he clearly understands how sick "racial hatred" that had no real sense in his previous life is in this world.

 Vaguely, Lan En felt that this atmosphere was deliberately incited.

Although he has not read any history books here, there are too many cases that can be compared in his previous education.

As a result, Lan En felt even more pitiful and hateful about the villagers in front of him.

 Hateful they are so easily instigated.

It's a pity that they may live their whole life, but in the end they don't have wisdom and don't realize that they are "incited".

"Of course, you didn't send me a commission, and I didn't come here for the commission."

Lan En said with a calm expression. In order to reassure others, he always avoided looking directly at the other person with his cat eyes.

His mind runs very fast after getting the Intelligent Brain, but it is also easy to run far away. At this time, he was trying hard to collect his thoughts. Of course, on the surface, ordinary people could not even feel the emotional change.

"and you.?"

Elder Allen asked hesitantly, and the smell of cheap alcohol in his mouth made Lann twitch his nose.

“Some time ago, a demon hunter who wore the same necklace as me killed two people here, right?”

The tone was still calm, but it suddenly aroused a fierce reaction in the tavern.

The crowd not far away became noisy, and their timid and hostile looks were now cast with a hint of ferocity.

“He’s here to cause trouble? Want us to shut up in Jazz?!”

"We are the ones who should take revenge! It was that mutant **** who killed two people here!"

“He is alone, we can go up together and throw him into the lake!”

The villagers' low-pitched exchanges were completely heard by Lan En, but the young man's expression remained calm.

 Elder Allen’s buttocks had completely left the bench at this time, and he seemed to be ready to start.

But after all, he is a village elder who is more thoughtful than ordinary villagers.

"Witcher, we, we can't interfere with Lord Veserad's wanted order. There is no point in your coming here."

 The old man wanted to make a last-ditch effort to avoid bloodshed.

 Not because he loves peace and values ​​life. But in this era, it is difficult for every village to accept the injury or even death of young and strong labor force. Vulnerability of the smallholder economy.

With the secretion of adrenaline, the villagers' breathing gradually became heavier and they began to search for weapons that they thought were hidden.

Lan En also didn’t want to see bloodshed, so he raised his eyes for the first time after entering the room and glanced at the increasingly excited crowd.

Then, the emotional villagers felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads.

In a dim environment, the witcher's cat eyes will glow!

This world has magic, but it is a rare thing. Therefore, it becomes even more mysterious and unpredictable, and cannot be accessed by a group of farmers.

 A group of medieval farmers suddenly saw a man with glowing cat eyes.

 The fear and shock even left them speechless for a moment.

“The witcher who killed people locally is dead, and I’m not here to put him out of trouble.”

 Lan En spoke to the village elders in calm to cold words.

He knows when to use his tone to maintain others' respect for him, and there is no trace of the escape and ease when talking to Mentos at this time.

"The Supreme Master of the Bear School heard about the evil deeds of Bordon, the murderer, here. He also heard about the importance of the local knights, so he activated the sacred tradition within the demon hunters and sent me to give him some help. compensate."

This is a lie.

There is not even a ghost left in Hainkawehe Castle, so why is the Supreme Master of the Bear Faction still there?

But Lan En has no sense of identity with his own school or even his identity as a "witcher". Therefore, there is no psychological burden at all in raising a big banner to deceive the uninformed villagers.

 Old Allen hesitantly sat down again.

"Thank you very much. Bill! Why are you so dazed? This is a tavern! I asked you to bring a glass of water and you really brought it?! Bring a glass of something flavorful!"

Reprimanded the village bartender to vent his fear, but old Allen became restrained again when he turned to face Lan En.

 “I haven’t asked you your name yet?”

The young man was stunned for a moment at this question.

 But then he answered smoothly and naturally: "Lane of Sintra."

The full name of Bordon, who is walking outside, is Bordon of Sintra.

“Okay, Mr. Lane. B-but I’ve never heard of a variant. Would a witcher do this?”

The young man's answer was cold and irritable.

"Didn't you listen to me? 'The importance of the local knight', Weeserad is the lord of Willen. In order to have the power to work legally in this land in the future, we must take his own emotions into account. Do you think we are here?" Will anyone be compensated for killing someone anywhere?”

  Compared to the previous conversation, Lan En's tone at this time was even more harsh, but Old Allen immediately put down most of his wariness.

 The same goes for the villagers behind him.

 Because it fits their worldview.

Doing good deeds means losing money, and those who lose money should be resentful.

 If a person is forced to arrange a costly errand on his head, his words should be unpleasant, which is normal.

At first the bartender was reluctant and slowly poured his own home brew into the glass, but now he walked towards Lan En with a full glass in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, is this the case?! May Meritelli bless you, Master Demon Hunter. We are just fishermen who have been fishing for generations and have little experience. Don’t be surprised by what just happened.”

 “Bill! You idiot! Don’t fool your guests with cheap horse urine! Bring your royal Vizima!”

Turning his head, Old Allen's tone suddenly became friendly and attentive.

“How many orens do you mean by compensation?”

Allen's old face immediately turned into a smile when he faced Lan En. He had a pipe in his mouth and his eyes scanned Lan En's upper and lower body, hoping to catch a bulging money bag. His hands were rubbed together like flies. .

 But facing his smiling face, the young man's expression was unmoved. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“So, Elder Allen. You can arrange meals and accommodation for me.”

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"Um?!"

 The eyes of the man waiting for the gold coins suddenly widened in shock, and he looked into those cat eyes.

 Is there something wrong with this logic?

At this moment, Mentos said a meaningful "oh" in Lan En's mind.

In the eyes of the intelligent brain who has shared the plan at this moment, in addition to satisfying his own moral standards, this action of his master seems to have gained utilitarian benefits? !

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 (End of this chapter)