MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 796 Hotel at 778 Crossroads

Chapter 796 778. The Inn at the Crossroads

 There are swamps, puddles, and lake islands everywhere in Velen.

Therefore, when the strong wind blows before a heavy rain, the wind will stir up the deposited water, and then the earthy and silt smell in the water will float into the air.

 As a result, even the rain in Willen seems to be stickier and more uncomfortable than in other places.

 Lan and Berengar set out in the morning, stopping briefly for a bite to eat along the way.

The physical endurance of witchers means that they don't have to worry about the pain in their thighs caused by riding horses for a long time like ordinary people.

And in the middle, they were lucky enough to meet a river ship.

Berengar didn’t care about the three and a half yuan worth now, so he directly paid double the shipping fare and stopped the ship halfway for a ride.

Lan En, riding a unicorn, followed from afar as if he were walking on flat ground.

So with such efficiency of movement, the two of them took only one day to travel from Gos Velen in the far west of Velen to the area close to the middle.

"Don't tell me, that tree is really good. There must be more than twenty branches that are thick enough to hang people."

 “I remember there was a hotel built on a crossroads here.”

 “No.” Berengar shrugged flatly.

 While traveling in different worlds, Lan En would not intervene in everything regardless of reason or circumstances.

 It can be regarded as the embodiment of the dialectical worldview of liberal arts students.

 More journeys bring more insights and thinking.

“It is a big tree that grows tall and strong with lush branches, so its branches are often used as gallows by lords.”

“In front of the crossroads is a village called Mobridale, and in front of the village there is a hanging tree.”

Lan En got off his horse, patted Qilin's side, and motioned for it to go and turn around.

“The corpse of a prisoner was sometimes tied to a rope and left dangling from a tree branch for days as a warning against breaking the law.”

This is still the dark and barbaric magical Middle Ages.

For example, in the ancient Greek world in the nascent stage of civilization, Lan En did not break into the battle for hegemony between the two hegemons in the Aegean Sea.

Qilin ran away happily. It could even dive into the sea to eat kelp. The rain was as if it didn't exist.

But I think it once introduced itself that it had participated in the territorial competition between different Deter ethnic groups. So this kind of endurance shown in a cruel environment is understandable.

The old witcher said nonchalantly, while the young witcher frowned and listened.

Berengar pointed to the intersection ahead and said.

Lan En looked down at the flannel ball sitting in his arms again, only to find that the calico kitten also seemed calm in Berengar's description. I just swallowed a little nervously.

"The Hanged Ghost Tree?" Lan En asked strangely, "Is it some kind of tree that has been cursed or magically turned into a monster?"

When the two of them arrived at the hotel at the crossroads, sporadic raindrops were already falling from the thick dark clouds in the sky.

Although Lan En was still unhappy hearing about "hanging" and "hanging corpses to deter crime," he was very clear-headed: he could not look at the current darkness in a way that was out of touch with the times and productivity.

Anyway, this guy will definitely not stay peacefully in the stables of the hotel, so he might as well let him out. Just use the magic ring to call him back later.

Lan has already put on his hooded cloak, and Velvet Ball is going out to play with Qilin.

 A kitten wearing armor is still too eye-catching.

Berengar tied Popeye in the stable of the hotel, and then walked in with Lan.

The door made of wooden boards, still cracked due to poor craftsmanship, opened with a creak. Lan En bent down and walked inside.

That tall figure immediately frightened the people who looked at him in the hotel.

 They thought a troll had come in.

 But Lan En’s neatly-kept cloak showed that he was a human being on the road.

 The hotel at the crossroads is no different from other places, except that because of the large flow of people, it is more lively than the average village tavern.

Wreaths of flowers belonging to Meritelli were hung on the wall made of logs. The colorful colors looked a bit warm under the orange firelight.

There are also several hanging garlic and onions used as seasonings, hanging beside the oven behind the tavern owner.

 Wood floors, wooden tables and chairs, and wooden counters are the cheapest and most trouble-free building materials in Willen.

The hotel owner had just put away a wooden plate that had been eaten clean. Without looking back, he stretched out his hand and threw some leftovers out of the window.

 The sound of a dog whining happily came from outside.

 Then he wiped the soup on the wooden plate with a rag and put it under the counter. This was considered clean.

The hotel owner glanced at Berengar and Lan En, then lowered his head and started busy again.

Although the two demon hunters now put on hooded cloaks, the sharp-eyed boss still saw the buckle on the cloak that fastened the collar at a glance.

 Sterling silver buckle!

 Silently, the boss mentally raised the prices of the items in his store.

 “Which round comes first?”

Berengar walked to the counter, turned and asked Lan En. The young witcher nodded.

Berengar then said to the boss: "First, let's have two strong drinks."

Small wooden cups big enough to be held in a tiger's mouth were placed on the table, rye vodka was poured into them, and the two witchers drank them in one gulp without caring.

This kind of regular spirit is just enough for a witcher. I really want to get drunk, or I have to drink a lot of it, or I have to add some ‘stuff’ to the wine.

 After a round of drinks, Berengar began to order food while looking at the ingredients hanging behind the hotel owner.

Don't expect to have a regular menu in a small restaurant like this in the village. It's normal to make whatever ingredients you want.

 “Give us a roasted chicken, and a rabbit, with onions and carrots, and”

The boss wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, and followed Berengar's request to take down the food hanging on the wall.

Lan En, on the other hand, had no intention of going to the counter to intervene because his body shape was too oppressive.

 He found an empty table, put two stools together and sat down.

There was a table next to them playing Gwent, and another table chatting with wine glasses.

Under the increasingly heavy rain outside, the dry and bright tavern was not clean, but it was still a good place to stay.

Berengar was still talking to his boss. The old demon hunter's tone had accumulated over time and was naturally relaxed and casual.

 It also makes the listener feel relaxed.

but

  The sound of "crashing" sounded from the necks of the two demon hunters.

Berengar, who was speaking, suddenly stopped speaking, and Lan En, who was sitting at the table, also slowly turned his head.

The wooden door of the tavern creaked open again.

 (End of this chapter)