MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 30 The Cannibalism Case of Durnham

 Chapter 30 30. The Cannibalism Case of Dunham

People seem to have the same reaction when they see a witcher's cat's eyes for the first time.

 She exclaimed in surprise, and then leaned back hard, alert.

 After that, it can be a normal conversation.

 The people around him are all professional soldiers, and their courage is naturally greater than that of ordinary farmers.

 So after a small burst of noise, calm returned.

 “Witcher?” Philip snored twice and spat to the side.

“It’s really getting more and more chaotic these days, and all kinds of messy things are coming out.”

 Lan had no reaction to his nagging.

"That's the way things are, sir. Let's talk about our suspicions."

"uh-huh?"

Philip made a sign that he was listening.

"I am a foreigner, Mr. Sergeant. I don't know where Durnham is exactly, but the crow's nest where Sir Witherald is located is about three days' journey from here. So according to what you just said, Durnham is about Crow’s Nest is at least two and a half days away.”

The young man flexed his fingers to show to the soldiers around him.

"After the news of the murder was passed, and you were dispatched to deal with it, it would have been five days since the incident, right? And the two of us"

Lann's fingers moved back and forth between himself and Bernie.

 The meaning is self-evident, but the time is not right.

This is an obvious flaw, but what’s interesting is that Lann didn’t detect the embarrassment of being pointed out from Philip.

The man frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Lan En and said, "A few days ago, one of your kind was captured and killed in Willen."

 “I also helped in that battle.”

Lan En didn’t want to hide anything.

Philipp nodded upon hearing this.

“It just so happens that York is also in the village. Let him come and recognize you. Let’s go.”

Without giving the two a chance to talk, eleven cavalrymen surrounded the two and walked towards the village a hundred meters away.

Halfway through, Bernie seemed still shocked by the news he heard.

Lan En walked beside him and asked without hesitation.

 “Where is Durnham?”

 Lan En has a clear understanding of Willen. He knows that dying here is nothing, but that the most important thing is Durnham.

Eleven cavalry, and it sounds like there are still manpower in the village. Compared with this time, Bordon's pursuit was like a joke.

 It is enough to illustrate the importance of this place.

“That’s not an important town, it’s just a road intersection. But it’s the place where all the surrounding villages worship the goddess Melitelli. What inhuman **** would commit desecration in that sacred place?!”

Bernie whispered indignantly, as if he had temporarily forgotten even the injury on his hand.

At the same time, Lan En also immediately realized that this matter was indeed not a small matter.

How to describe Meritelli’s faith?

Let's put it this way, even if he is the king's personal guard, as long as he dares to touch a hair of the priestess inside any Meriteli temple.

Then we don’t have to wait until night, at dusk, we can see his body hanging from the locust tree at the intersection.

And it was not a deliberate revenge, but simply a result of popular resentment, and the king himself had to bow his head and admit it.

Meritelli is the belief of every lady in the northern country. The belief of this goddess never involves politics, power, or competition for interests.

 Just simply spreading his teachings of love and peace.

 But it is this "non-dispute" that creates the unparalleled influence of Meritelli's faith.

 Because every woman who believes in Him has many identities.

 Daughter, mother, wife. Even a king has a mother! Even a bandit wants a wife!

 You want to hurt Meritelli's faith?

Then you must have thought about how you will die, right?

Different from Veserad who clung to law and order and sold favors to the king's cousin during the Auriden Carriage Competition.

The murder that occurred in Durnham, a place dedicated to faith, is a real event that will bring panic and anger to the Willen area.

“That’s not all, boy.” Philip on horseback had to take out a copper wine flask and take a few sips during these few steps.     “That was not a simple murder”

As if recalling some unspeakable scene, he waited until he swallowed the wine in his mouth before continuing to speak with an ugly expression.

 “The victim’s body was partially eaten.”

 Being eaten?

Lann's eyes narrowed slightly, but Bernie was confused.

“Is there a wild beast or monster that went to destroy the scene? Damn it! In the past, everyone was worshiping and praying there, and no monster dared to approach Dunhan!”

 “Monster? Oh, it’s fine if it’s a monster.”

Philipp took another sip of wine and sneered with unknown meaning.

"What do you mean, human?" Bernie's eyes widened, "You mean it was eaten by humans?! The murderer ate humans in that land of faith?!"

“Hey, we didn’t see any traces of beasts or monsters nearby.”

"You are just soldiers, not scouts or trackers! You are not experts, so you cannot make such a conclusion!"

Burney immediately began to argue. He was not exonerating the murderer, but refused to believe that their place of faith had been so seriously desecrated.

 What made him even more unexpected was that Phillip actually admitted it cheerfully.

“Yes, we are good at killing people, but we are not experts when it comes to traces and monsters.”

 Lan interrupted the conversation at this time.

“So Bernie, think about it, why do you think they’re taking so long with us?”

Philipp smiled and simply nodded.

"It's for you, witcher. You are the experts when it comes to monsters. To be honest, we were just routinely interrogating every suspicious person, but as soon as you looked up, I knew I had hit the jackpot."

"Whether I win or not will be decided later. Now I have to treat my friend's wounds first."

The distance of more than 100 meters was quickly covered. The group dismounted and walked into the tavern. There were four soldiers wearing Temerian armor sitting at the table.

 Lan En saw the Halberdiers he had seen a few days ago, but he did not speak for the time being. Instead, he asked for a glass of rye vodka.

The cups used in pubs for this kind of high-alcohol wine are different from those for beer. They are small wine glasses that can be held around the mouth of a tiger's mouth.

 Lan directly splashed onto Bernie's hand, causing him to scream "ouch".

“One more drink, man,” Philip called. “You’ll have to pour it again later to clean up the debris in the wound.”

The strong man waved his hand behind him, and a soldier shrugged naturally and came over to help bandage it.

　Until now, Lan En turned his head, smiled and nodded to the halberdiers he had fought with.

“I thought I would come to the crow’s nest to meet you someday, but I didn’t expect to see you again now.”

Halberdier York ignored the weird looks from the people around him, clinked his beer glass with the empty glass in Lan En’s hand, and drank it down.

“Goooooo! Haha, who would have thought that the world would be in such chaos now? I didn’t know until I returned to the crow’s nest that someone dared to do such a thing in Durnham.”

After exchanging pleasantries with the witcher, York turned to face his commander.

“Sergeant, this is the Master Witcher I mentioned. An honorable and honorable gentleman.”

Phillip waved his hand and asked the bartender for a drink rudely, while York took advantage of this moment to whisper to the young man seriously.

"You'd better not touch the sergeant's eyebrows now. His wife has just been found to have cheated on her, and her lover was chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs."

“Literally ‘chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs’?”

 “Literally.”

"Wow."

Lann smacked his tongue slightly, ordered another glass of rye vodka, and touched it with York.

“Thanks for reminding me, I said it was like he wanted to find a reason to beat us in the beginning.”

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