chapter 5

  Chapter 5 5. Attack!

  With a "click" sound, the cold silver sword cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

  The bearded man looked expressionless and carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oilcloth, then inserted it back into the scabbard with a "snap" sound.

  The monsters entrenched in this magical mist have been completely eliminated.

  This mission was just like Bordon's own expectation, effortless, easy and cost-effective.

  Seventeen evil ghosts, if he were to kill them head-on. Then facing the crowd of monsters surrounding them, even this Bear School armor would not be able to withstand it.

  At best it would be a minor injury.

  Moreover, it costs at least thirty orens to repair the armor, and the blade of the silver sword costs ten oren to wear out. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

  As a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.

  But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

  After tightening the buckles of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

  He was currently holding on to the already useless Wilen sword, gasping for air.

  "Adjust your breathing." Bordon said in a commanding tone.

  "Our feelings are erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the body's crisis instinct will still explode. Adrenaline surges and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies can recover quickly."

  Lan Lan . There was no sweat on En's bowed head, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.

  This is the rare common sense teaching from this "teacher".

  On weekdays, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he only worked hard on combat courses.

  It seemed that I had indeed saved him a lot of money this time.

  Lan En analyzed in his mind.

  And when he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat, he raised his head. It turned into that expression like an ice cube again.

  Like most people in this school of thought.

  "Understood."

  He responded to his instructor's instructions and made his already uneven breathing more obvious.

  Then he consciously took out his hunting dagger and started to cut off the devil's ears. These were the mission credentials.

  Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.

  He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.

  "This fog was not created by the fog demon, and it has nothing to do with the evil ghost. Have we completed the commission for that village?"

  Lan En cut off an evil ghost's long ear with a "stab" sound, and the smelly blood was splashed on the ground. .

  The basic intention of the village's commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magical mist has not been figured out, let alone dispelled.

  The monsters are gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

  "It has nothing to do with us." Bordon said calmly.

  "The corpse of the monster is the proof for us to collect the money. There are no monsters in this fog now. After we have finished the work, we need to collect the money. Children are innocent."

  After that, his eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.

  "Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even see it. Even holding the sword is slippery. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke even farmers know. It doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood. In other words, you are lucky. Two took the initiative to put their heads on the tip of your sword, leaving you to face a monster weighed down by a corpse, otherwise your sword-holding hand would have been torn alive." "

  I will give you another sword, but You owe me ten orens."

  Ten orens.

  Even if half of the plating of the Silver Sword of the Bear School was worn away, the repair cost would only be ten Orens!

  And what Lan En will probably get is another cheap Willen sword.

  Its market price is generally two to three orens.

  But there was no care on Lan En's face and he accepted the deal calmly.

  Including the cost of the mutation potion, he actually owed his mentor more than four hundred orens.

  In fact, this debt was the basis for Bordon to tie himself to him as a "pathfinder".

  As for Lan En himself, does he agree? That doesn't really matter.

  But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bordon, he would not only have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to bear the burden of loan sharks for the rest of his life.

  Witchers live long lives, and there are rare cases of physical decline with age.

  Then Bordong's loan sharking is likely to weigh on Lan En for hundreds of years!

  No one likes the feeling of owing money, especially Lan.   

  The sound of chopping meat and the sound of blood vessels bursting continued for a while.

  The stench of monster blood spread far and wide.

  Bordon has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including claws, liver, heart, etc.

  But looking at his apprentice, he didn't even finish cutting off his ears.

  The tinkling noise was endless, irritating the witcher's sharp senses.

  "What are you dawdling about?"

  the man asked emotionlessly, he didn't want to waste time.

  The two of them had been in this fog for more than twenty minutes. Even with the witcher's resistance to poison, there was already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.

  Lan Enze, who had his back turned to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

  "I'm trying to fix the sword grid in Willen. I can't live without a weapon."

  This is a perfectly normal statement.

  No one dares to go out empty-handed in this world, because their life is too long.

  But Bordon didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder.

  "I said, I will give you a handful. Now, immediately, get moving."

  The busy figure with his back turned to him first stopped, then lowered his head and nodded.

  In front of Lan En, he didn't repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise by beating on the guard!

  "Twenty-seven minutes can only be delayed until now."

  Compared to Bordon, Lan En's body has just become a witcher. His resistance to poison is even worse. His respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs feel like they are being roasted by fire. pain.

  Now, there were two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.

  But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

  "That's enough."

  Standing up, Lan En wiped away the blood under his nose, facing his mentor who was leaning against him and looking down at him.

  "Teacher, we can go."

  "Your sword." Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentice's cat eyes. "Have you fixed it?"

  "You didn't teach me, so all my efforts just now were in vain."

  Lan En answered simply. He looked at his mentor without avoiding it, and his unwavering expression was exactly the same as Bordon's.

  The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.

  Lan En followed suit.

  Walking out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.

  Demon hunters are highly resistant to poison, but their body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

  In the process of walking outside, Lane maintained a position one step behind Boldong.

  He kept observing his teacher.

  With the first breath of fresh air, even the Bear School, whose emotions were most severely obliterated, simply enjoyed the healthy air due to their instinctive reaction at this time.

  But then came the second bite.

  "H-Breathe. Huh!?"

  As if he noticed something from his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned.

  The smell is... someone is nearby!

  Lan En took a step back silently.

  Then "Whoosh!" *2

  Two flying arrows went straight to Bordon's face!

  "Ha!!!"

  He exhaled, and the bearded man looked as ferocious as a monster!

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