MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 29 Philip Strenger

 Chapter 29 29. Philip Strenger

 “Thank you, thank you!”

Bernie's eyes were straight, and the old linen clothes on his body were already covered with dirt.

Even though the water ghost that almost split his neck was dead, his hand was still holding his hunting knife stiffly.

 Lan En had to forcefully separate his fingers from his hand and take away the knife when he was getting ready to stand up, in order to prevent him from hurting himself.

The mental impact of facing life and death is huge, Lan En is familiar with this feeling.

　　It wasn’t until the young man pulled out his sword from the corpse of the water ghost and looked at the gaping hole with distress that Bernie finally regained his consciousness.

He gasped for air, staggered to Lan En, and hugged the dazed witcher.

 “Thank you. Thank you very much.”

“Thank you for saving my life. I really can’t imagine what I would do if my family was gone. Tessa is still so young and he can’t protect his mother, me.”

 Perhaps some people have malicious suspicions about hugs between men.

 But at this moment, Bernie’s gratitude was genuine.

 This gratitude stems from the fear of what happened just now and the fear of losing the future of the family.

 So when a man with such a mood choked up and hugged Lan En.

 The young witcher could only pat him lightly on the shoulder.

"Lan, let me repair your sword. I will also use the best wood, wrap it with Oridon's best fish skin, and make the best scabbard for you!"

"thanks, thanks."

Bernie let go of his hand, picked up the silver sword in the young man's hand and made a solemn promise to him.

Lan En smiled and waved his hands.

"I can put the scabbard away. Forget about the sword, let Ivan do it. This is a loss in the mission and should not be borne by you alone."

"Come on, there should be no danger nearby. You have been scratched a few times by water ghosts on your hands. You need to clean them quickly. Who knows what dirty things those beasts' claws have scratched. Did you say before that this place is close to Midcops? Let’s go there and fix it first.”

Bernie opened his mouth and looked at the long leather gloves on his hands, which were almost torn apart by the claws of the water ghost.

 The flesh and blood under the gloves was bruised. He had just escaped from the battle, and the adrenaline level in his body was still very high, so he couldn't feel any pain for a while.

 Without this glove, the phalanges of that hand would probably be visible by now.

After determining the direction, Bernie, who knew the way, took the lead. The two people who broke away from the battle approached the village of Midcops.

 There will not be two groups of powerful predators in one area.

The group of water ghosts that Lan En had just cleaned up was already a deterrent in this area. In addition, the closer to human settlements, the less monster activity there would be.

 So the journey for the two of them can be said to be safe.

 “Did you just use magic?” Bernie held his injured hand and walked ahead in a cold sweat.

 He was beginning to feel pain now, and he spoke partly to distract himself, and partly out of genuine curiosity.

“You witchers can really do magic?!”

Lan En, who has recovered a lot, also knows that he is having a hard time now, so he remains alert while responding casually.

 “That’s just a seal, just a trick.”

"A trick? But you set off such a huge fire! Ten monsters were burned to death! I dare say I at least heard the screams of ten monsters!"

 Lan En's tone was slightly helpless.

“Only five. What should I tell you?”

"That fire tornado is something that can only be encountered. I calculated the station position, terrain, temperature and humidity, and the woods are not a place where there is interference from messy airflow, so I can use the Alder Sign to blow out the wind I want."

Lann paused and looked at Bernie's confused look as he turned around.

He gave up on himself and said, "Just think that there is an elite crossbowman. He chose a good military crossbow for me, adjusted the sight, and pulled the bowstring. And I just pulled the trigger. The seal is It's just a 'trigger'."

Bernie didn't reply for a while, and after a while, he tentatively asked.

 “You mean you are blessed by gods?”

Lan En took a deep breath, his lips trembling, not knowing what to say.

He decided that it would be better to let Bernie suffer as much as possible.

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 Bernie’s knowledge of local geography is trustworthy.

As he held his hand to lead the way, the two of them walked out of the woods without any effort.

Not far away, a group of houses made of thatch and wooden boards sit peacefully on a large open space. Midcops is one of the largest villages and resting places in Wellen.

“Come on Lan En, I still have a few friends here. Maybe they can buy us a few drinks after seeing how miserable I am.”

 Looking at Bernie’s cheeks that were twisted and turned white due to pain, Lan En nodded.

 “Yeah, you really need a few drinks to keep you going.”

The two continued walking towards the village, but when they were about a hundred meters away from the village entrance, Lan En's ears twitched slightly.

 He grabbed Bernie who was still trying to move forward.

"What are you doing?"

Bernie asked a little confused, but the next moment, the sound of menacing horse hooves hitting the ground came from the village.

A dozen horses, their hooves flying in the air, lifted up the mud and cow dung in the fields.

By the time the dozen or so cavalrymen came to the two of them and jogged around them in a circle, Bernie had already dragged his injured hand and raised it slightly to show his harmlessness.

 Out of the forest, the two of them were unable to fight back against a dozen cavalrymen.

The body odor of the horses and the smell of mud on the horses' hooves were mixed together, and the two people surrounded by the cavalry felt the smell was even stronger.

 But in this case, anyone with a normal IQ would not act rashly.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

 Among the cavalry, the leader asked in a harsh tone.

In order to prevent the other party from discriminating against witchers, Lan En kept his eyes lowered and only glanced away at the moment when the other party rushed towards him.

These people all wear Temerian standard armor, but the leader is different from ordinary soldiers. His lined mail is in the style of a hoodie. The armor also has a small, palm-sized shield mounted on the heart of the left chest, with the Temerian White Lily emblem printed on it.

  In short, it is more advanced.

 This man's figure is somewhere between muscular and obese, and he looks like he has a capable physique.

 The nose is red and the smell of alcohol is strong. Are you an alcoholic?

Bernie was just a village hunter. He had seen the lord's cavalry, but he had never been surrounded by cavalry like this. He didn't know what to say at this moment.

Young people are thinking and responding in an orderly manner.

 “In what capacity do you cross-examine me, fair sir?”

 The implicit meaning of this sentence is to ask about the other party's law enforcement rights. There is a big village a hundred meters away. Unless everyone is killed, everything that happens here today will be spread to the ears of the lord.

If the officers and soldiers were voluntarily trying to make money, then at this point, they would at least realize that they should just give up when they see fit, and they would not go too far.

 But the cavalry leader who drank a lot didn't seem to care at all.

He turned to his companions and laughed and cursed loudly.

“Plague, guys! This kid is surrounded by eleven cavalrymen, and he still dares to ask me what my **** position is!?”

After laughing and scolding, the leader tightened the reins and stopped the horse's stroll. At this time, it happened to be facing the two of them.

  He leaned over, put his arms on the saddle, and leaned forward.

 “That’s right, I also like to speak straightforwardly.”

“I am Sergeant Philip Strenger, loyal to Ser Wesselard of Viren, and I have been ordered to investigate a vicious murder that occurred in Durnham.”

As soon as Durnham said the three words, Lan En had no reaction, but Bernie, who was originally silent, opened his eyes wide.

 He shouted in disbelief: "Dunham? Meritelli on top! What bold **** would do bad things there?!"

 When he shouted, his surprise and disbelief seemed to overwhelm the pain of his injury.

But what greeted him was not an answer, but a full ten "squeaking" sounds of the sword being unsheathed.

 Except for Philip, his men all pointed their swords at the two of them.

“Duenham is only half a day’s journey from here, and here you are, two injured and suspicious-looking people.”

 “Gentlemen, you have a big problem.”

 Bernie is at a loss for words.

 But Lan sighed and raised his head.

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