MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 36 Burning Bounty Conversion

Chapter 36 36. Burning Bounty Conversion

 The case of the cannibals ends here.

 Lan En felt the existence of a group of cannibals, but in this world, they did not seem to be an important thing.

All that is left to do now is to take the murderer to Crow's Nest and collect the reward worth two hundred and thirty orens along the way.

Before leaving, Lann went back to Oriden and took his damaged armor with him.

 He planned to see if it could be repaired directly in the crow's nest.

 Ivan didn’t mention that he was going with him, which could be regarded as a reflection of O’Riden’s increased trust in the young man.

 “So, that beast was caught?”

Old Allen stood at the entrance of the village and asked, with a pair of nervous eyes behind him.

“Well, I caught it, it didn’t take much trouble.” Lan En said with a smile as he put the armored package on Popeye’s back.

“He is a cannibal, but he actually doesn’t know where Durnham is, so he commits crimes. It’s not a deliberate provocation to the belief in the goddess, don’t worry.”

If it is a deliberate provocation, then several surrounding villages are ready to maintain a strong patrol team.

 Because there must be more than one provocation.

 But now there is no need to waste this manpower, which makes everyone relieved.

Lane reunited with Philip Strenger's team and rushed to Crow's Nest in the north.

 The journey on horseback takes almost two days.

 The murderer, not surprisingly, started to have a fever that night.

After all, it is unrealistic to be brought out of the swamp without infection after being stabbed through the sole of the foot.

"Tsk, Master, do you have any magic potion that can kill him? Two days is enough. Isn't it better to wait until you get the reward?"

　　Phillip rubbed his hands and came to Lan En a little embarrassed.

Lan En, who was sitting by the fire, immediately offered a set of three: "No, no, I don't know."

Actually, there are a lot of magic potions, sword oil, etc. in the alchemy bag.

 But the poison is too strong for ordinary people, and the murderer will probably either die or become stupid after drinking it.

Although Sir Witherald probably didn't care whether the person he was executing was a fool, that thing was so expensive!

I am not willing to hunt myself, so why should I give it to a cannibal?

Furthermore, Lan En has not yet devoted his energy to the field of alchemy. These things are all in Bordon's inventory, and one bottle is used less than the other.

 So, under Philip's pleading eyes.

Lan En went straight to the unconscious murderer who was lying on the horse. He opened his trouser legs and confirmed that the color below his ankles had begun to turn black.

 Then he drew the steel sword from his back.

While changing the handprints with his left hand, he lightly brushed over the steel sword.

 “Igni.”

Like a "stab" sound like water dripping from a pan of oil, the bright sword body instantly turned red.

Philipp only then understood what the witcher wanted to do.

 “The plague is upon us! You won’t think about it”

 “Pfft!”

The red sword blade drew an arc in the air and directly chopped off the feet of the murderer on horseback!

 There was no bleeding, and the wound was scalded in an instant.

The murderer, who was tortured by high fever until he became unconscious, is now fully awake with a "ooh" sound.

 His screams frightened even the horses.

 Lan En didn't even need to clean the sword, and sheathed it directly after it cooled down.

 When passing Philip, he patted the strong man on the shoulder. "The amputation was a success. Judging from how vigorously this guy screamed, I figured he could live for at least five days."

What can Philip say? One cannibal, cheers and that's it.

 The cavalry didn't react much to this, or they were all focused on Lan En's Igni seal just now.

 A flaming sword!

Who can resist this thing?

 At least now, among the dozen or so cavalry, no one talks about witchcraft, filth, or mutants.

 They thought Lan En’s move was extremely cool.

 Lan En was also in a good mood. He felt that he had made some contribution to eliminating discrimination.

 The journey of two days was not long, and Lan En and his party quickly arrived at the Crow's Nest.

 The fishy sea breeze passed by, and the sky was clear with dark clouds.

 The weather in Velen has made Lan En complain many times, but he still can't adapt to it.

Sir Witherald hurriedly came over to pick up the criminal, took Philip aside to negotiate for a few words, and showed a very reluctant smile to the young man.

He didn’t stop any longer and took the cannibal directly to the torture rack that had been set up early in the morning.

“It’s a pity that we can’t dissect him.” A neutral intelligent voice came from the young man’s head, “Otherwise, the proficiency of [surgery] will definitely increase.”

 “Don’t be greedy, Mentos.” Lan shrugged nonchalantly.

"In this case, money and proficiency cannot go hand in hand. A criminal who can make the people of the lord share the same hatred is a gift from heaven. And if the lord can let this criminal die in his own hands in full view of the public, that is even more important. It's of great significance. If that beast dies, most of its importance to Veserad will be gone. I don't know how much the promised reward will be."

“The main purpose of developing the [Surgery] skill is to autonomously transplant gene seeds. Other people’s body data is not helpful to the primary goal yet, so it is not a pity to give up.”

"Yes sir."

The conversation between Zhinao and his master came to an end temporarily, because Philip was pacing over with a wine bottle in his mouth.

“Pfft! The dwarf’s liquor is strong enough!” The strong man stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and said carelessly.

“Don’t blame Sir for not coming here just now. He has never seen a few witchers in his life. He thought you were monsters in storybooks.”

"I told him about your reward, and he completely agreed. But when he heard that you asked for money to repair the armor, he also wanted to save some money."

The witcher stood with his arms crossed and his back against a wooden fence.

At the burning platform that had been set up opposite him, the lord was already holding a torch, pointing at the sinners and delivering a speech to the people in the audience.

 There is no doubt that Veserad has some speaking skills, and this crime is really outrageous.

The people in the audience were so excited that they wanted to tear the cannibal alive.

 “That’s interesting. What price does he offer?”

　　Philippe burped first before speaking.

"I disappoint you. There are no master blacksmiths in Crow's Nest. But Sir promised to give you a signed note with his seal, recommending you to go to a blacksmith shop in Gos Velen to repair your armor for free. Don't worry, then He is a master blacksmith who has passed the license test in Novigrad, and his skills are beyond praise. But you can only get twenty oren as a reward from the knight. Counting what I gave you personally, the total is fifty oren."

 Lan En did a little comparison and found that the ideal price for repairing the armor was two hundred oren.

Even though it takes two and a half days to ride a horse from Crow's Nest to Goth Velen, riding a horse for two and a half days can save twenty oren of work, and most people in this world will not refuse.

 “Jerry-making?” The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at the sergeant.

"Man, that's the autograph and seal of Lord Willen. If he offers this condition but can't come up with something satisfactory, Foltest might as well give this province to someone else."

 “Then it’s a deal.”

 “Haha, deal!”

As the two shook hands, a pillar of fire suddenly shot up from the burning platform.

 The screams of the tortured were drowned in the cheers of the people.

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 (End of this chapter)