chapter 10

  Chapter 10 10. Anger and analysis completed

  "Profit for you? That's a really interesting word."

  It doesn't treat him as a living person, on the contrary. This word only refers to him as a tool, just like a sword, a pair of gloves, or a dung fork.

  Personality, dignity, everything that I once took for granted was crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.

  Lan En even chuckled at this.

  But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.

  Bordon could see clearly, but he didn't care at all.

  He was almost dead, what else could he do?

  He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and even a little happy.

  At the end of his life, the witcher experienced emotions again, and therefore had a strong love affair.

  Every time he opened his mouth, blood would flow out with fragments of internal organs, and the blood would tangle his beard into an ugly mess.

  But he still had no intention of stopping.

  "What about you, Lan En? Why do you want to kill me here?"

  Bordon's mouth was bleeding and he laughed bloody.

  "Please, don't say anything about 'getting rid of my oppression and use'. Look at your skills in the battle just now, Lan En. Precision, speed, and stability. In the castle of the Bear School, Hainkawehe , not many novice demon hunters who have gone through complete training can reach your level!" "

  To be honest, the speed of your progress scares me."

  "My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but Death? It's far from that for you! Compared with the teaching and protection I give you, my negative effects are not worth the risk of being killed by me to share life and death with me."

  Bordon pondered. Shaking his head.

  "I'm about to die, but you should do your best. Tell me why I was killed, right?"

  Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at his mentor, now this extremely majestic man, even He started to stutter when he spoke.

  "Do you remember why you are wanted, Bordon?"

  Two lives.

  Bordon had no trouble recalling it, because it was indeed not that far away in time.

  That is, before Lan En completes his mutation.

  In a tavern in a village, two drunken farmers came to provoke a despicable demon hunter, and then had two necks chopped off at once.

  Farmers with shit in their heads just can't understand that witchers endure their scorn and contempt because they want to make money safely, not because they are unable to resist.

  Bordon has almost reached his limit. Due to the blood loss, his mind has begun to wander.

  The only thing holding him up now is his desire for Lan En's answer.

  "Is it because of those two farmers?"

  His body was chilling, but Bordon just wanted to laugh.

  Two farmers.

  He once received commissions from nobles in a magnificent palace.

  I also received missions from mages in the dark and profound mage tower.

  He has killed countless people and monsters in his life, and the roads he has traveled and the world he has seen are even more than the five generations of a farmer's family combined.

  And now, the person who killed him told him - you lost your life just because of two farmers!

  "Shit!"

  That doesn't make sense.

  No matter how you think about it, this is unreasonable!

  But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a faint smile, and told him clearly - that's what happened.

  "You just can't figure it out, right? They're just two farmers digging in the fields with cow dung on their feet. They're dirty, rude, and despicable. Why do you want me to fight you for life and death for them?"

  Lan En smiled. Then he got closer to Bordon.

  "My teacher, before I completed my mutation and became the witcher that people shun, we had already appeared together in the rural woods of Willen, hadn't we?" "

  We met the respected village elders.

  " Fingers raised.

  "We are on the road to rescue the merchant driving the carriage."

  Two fingers were raised.

  "We are also asking in many villages if there are commissions for hunting monsters."

  Three fingers were raised.

  "But is there ever, even just once, someone asking, 'Witcher, what is the relationship between this young man next to you and you?'"

  Lan En smiled half-heartedly in front of Bordon's eyes, and put all his fingers back into his palms. , clenched into fists.

  "None of them, teacher."

  "Even if people try their best to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell that most of them are slanders stemming from ignorance and fear. But they are After actually meeting a young man who was taken by a witcher, no one wanted to say a word." "

  Even if they just informed the local lord? Not even that."

  "Of course I understand, who I don't want to get into trouble, after all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous. But..." "

  Just when I was about to accept the reality, two farmers asked this question."

  Lan En spread his hands, his expression have no choice.

  But Bordon, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.

  The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like water droplets being baked on an iron plate.

  Even the process of dissipation was explosive and shocking.

  Now, there is only solemnity and seriousness on that delicate face.   

  The expression didn't look like he was telling the story of two peasants. Even playing a ballad about an emperor in the court would not be more solemn than it is now.

  Bordon's eyes widened in shock at this emotional turn.

  "Two peasants, their feet stained with cow dung and mud, their mouths reeking of cheap home-brew, their tongues tied." "

  But they, and they alone, held down the tavern in Oriden He grabbed your shoulder, then pointed at me and said, 'Maoyan, whose child did you steal this from? You have to let him go, otherwise we will go to the sheriff.'" The

  two pairs of Maoyan looked at each other, and Bordon I have never felt an emotion so clearly - anger.

  A grand rage!

  The apprentice pronounced the cause of his death to his teacher carefully and carefully.

  "Then you chopped them, so I decided to chop you."

  "I didn't know them at all and didn't even have a single conversation with them. But they spoke for me and paid the heaviest price. Then I will It is self-evident in our area to collect debts for them."

  Bordon was stunned.

  Like seeing a god from the scriptures, or some kind of extinct monster, he was surprised by something he had never seen before and never believed in.

  "W-Even if you might die in my hands?"

  Lan En nodded calmly.

  "Before I survive the mutation, I will hesitate, but after a narrow escape... yes, that's me."

  Bordong slowly lowered his head as if understanding.

  The movement was so stiff that Lan En even thought he had died from excessive bleeding.

  But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.

  "You are not from this world, are you, Lan En? What brought you here was not a teleportation accident, but the intersection of heaven and earth." The

  young man was startled when he heard this, but then he regained his relaxed demeanor.

  "Why do you say that?"

  There was no one else around, so there was nothing Lan En couldn't admit.

  The emotion in Bordon's eyes was so frightening that Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in it.

  Hatred? Yearn for? envy? Admire?

  There is everything, but mixed together, it seems like there is nothing.

  "Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that this variant of chivalry that you believe in is a self-evident truth." "

  Value life and value feelings. Oh, you are. Haven't you all seen similar people fighting each other with your own eyes?"

  Bordon's voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown distant place.

  Lan En replied calmly.

  "We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years, four generations."

  "Ha, I am one hundred and thirty years old this year. In less than a hundred years, I can keep the bloody truth away from your heads. That is really wonderful. Fucked world."

  Bordon smiled dryly and slowly lowered his head again. This time Lan En could tell clearly that his blood was really drained.

  The question just now was the last strength of this demon hunter's life.

  "The alchemy bag has a mezzanine. It's mine, a few storage rooms, and some money. Go find them, repair this armor, and give it to you." The

  cat's eyes began to spread, and Bordon's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

  Lan En nodded calmly to show that he heard. "Why do you want to help me?"

  "Help you? Hey, this is not helping you, Lan En, no." "

  For enemies, our world has always cursed them to hell. But for you, you descended from a heaven."

  "Now .You are already in hell."

  "Lan En, I curse you. I curse my enemy to live a long and safe life in this world. I curse my enemy to be able to stick to his morality and will."

  In the end, A majestic big man, but his voice was so low that he couldn't even be heard.

  "Because as long as you live here, you will definitely feel pain continuously. It's so interesting, hehe, hey."

  Lan En looked at his teacher calmly from beginning to end.

  In this world where chaotic magic power is distributed in a staggered way, the activation of magic is unreasonable.

  In a place where magic is disordered, perhaps a confession of love or a roar full of hatred can become a curse. It has the effect of a fairy tale.

  Did Bordon's curse succeed? After all, not far away, there is a mist of unknown origin that is full of magical power.

  Lan En hasn't learned it yet, he doesn't understand. But fortunately, he doesn't care either.

  He lowered his head and saw that the pool of blood at his feet was so deep that it had gathered into a large area and could even reflect the shadows of people and light.

  The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and chuckled indifferently.

  "Yes, teacher."

  "I'm already in hell."

  Lan En stretched to his heart's content, then reached out and took off the roaring bear head necklace from his mentor's neck and hung it around his own neck.

  And at this moment, a soft cry sounded in Lan En's brain.

  It is an intelligent voice with a neutral tone.

  It said, "Sir, the parsing is complete."

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