chapter 1

  The sound of Lan En's horse's hooves came from the winding and rugged road.

  It is neither close nor far from the village and is mainly used as farmland for farmers.

  On the edge of the field, the dog began to bark alertly, while the cat seemed to sense something, and disappeared after exploding its hair.

  This beast has always been sensitive to magic and magic.

  In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was a worthless old horse carrying a young man on its back.

  Lan En held the reins tightly and drove his mount seriously.

  Velen, which belongs to the great northern country Temeria, is the poorest province.

  At first glance, the vegetation looks lush and colorful, but if a decent person spends two hours here, he will know that this is a place as disgusting as shit.

  Under the dense vegetation are swamps and miasmas. The abundant aquatic plants support many creatures, but they cannot provide convenience to humans.

  In other words, these overgrown and multiplied "creatures" are much more dangerous to ordinary people than swamps.

  Inaccessible swamps, poor villages, rude country bumpkins, and monsters jumping out of nowhere are probably people's only impressions of this place.

  The tired farmers in the fields raised their heads. The strangers passing by were their few sources of conversation in their impoverished lives.

  So the farmer looked at the passerby carefully.

  His face looked pale and exhausted, but he was still energetic.

  The facial features are very different from those of humans on the mainland. The eye sockets are not deep enough and the bridge of the nose is not straight enough. However, he has a delicate appearance and good skin.

  But compared with those non-human races that are excluded and discriminated against, such as elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc., they are clearly "human".

  They were probably humans who came from some place so far away that even the King couldn't pee, right?

  That's much better than the damn inhuman race.

  The farmer holding the hoe snored twice, then tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

  The cheap blue cotton armor was black and shiny, and even some of the cotton on the waistband of the pants was exposed. The cowhide boots, without thick soles, are also cheap. Although they hurt the feet, they can walk freely on the ground.

  There is a sword, which is normal in Velen.

  But a sword on your back?

  Even a farmer knows that no one carries a sword like a bow.

  How could he pull it out when he was cutting someone?

  The farmer was about to smile sarcastically. Although he didn't even have a pair of shoes, there were not so many rules for "laughing".

  But the next moment, he saw the pupils of the approaching young man.

  "Cat, cat eyes! Mutant freak!!"

  The sarcasm turned into panic, and the farmer shouted, as if he had seen some kind of terrible infectious disease, some kind of shocking filth, and kept retreating.

  Even when he fell backwards, his hands and feet kept moving backwards.

  The iconic feature of a witcher is a pair of cat eyes.

  Mutated warriors created by ancient human warlocks to clean up monsters. Their originally noble vision and profession have become a plague-like crowd in the eyes of modern people.

  Lan En sighed inconspicuously. He could only persuade himself in his heart: Come on, the Magical Middle Ages is also the Middle Ages.

  Ignorance is always accompanied by malice.

  The pair of amber cat eyes glanced sideways at the farmer on the ground.

  Immediately, Lan began to tighten the reins and control the horse.

  The old horse is docile and not strong. But he was also hungry and had only been riding for a week.

  If someone throws someone directly onto a horse, and if it falls off while traveling, it can be considered "learning" to just crack the whip.

  "Xilulu~"

  The farmer's dog is black and white and loyal.

  Even though the hoofs of the old horse could almost crush it to death, it still rushed towards its master through the gap between the hoofs.

  Lan En spent a lot of energy to keep this loyal dog unharmed.

  He was even a little out of breath in his hungry state.

  But when he saw the puppy rushing towards its owner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  But just when the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lan En's legs.

  "Whoosh!"

  "Ouch!"

  The sound that broke through the air was sharp and frightening, and the lively and loyal dog burst out with blood and screams in mid-air.

  A crossbow arrow entered from the lower back and emerged diagonally from the chest.

  The dog did not respond to its owner. Instead, its nervous and twitching body hit the farmer's feet.

  The farmer was frightened.

  Lan En's originally slightly relaxed expression suddenly tightened and turned back into a cold ice cube, while his body froze together with the old horse.

  A tall and majestic figure, riding an equally strong horse, walked leisurely past Lan En.

  The man's beard and hair are thick, like a human-shaped brown bear.

  But his emotionless face was like a piece of ice without emotion.

  Two swords were slung on his back.

  He wears solid and exquisite composite armor.

  Chain armor, leather armor, iron armor, and cotton armor were assembled alternately to form a calf-length robe.

  A pendant with the head of a roaring bear swayed around his neck as the horse walked.

  And his eyes were exactly the same as Lan En - amber cat eyes.

  The man bent down on horseback, grabbed the tail rod of the crossbow as he passed the farmer, and pulled the dog's body up from the field.

  It is unimaginable that a person carrying at least thirty kilograms of armor can make such smooth and agile movements.

  The dog's body was still twitching nervously, and the dying whimper coming from his mouth was desolate and tragic.

  But he didn't even look at it.

  He pulled out his crossbow bolt from his body with a pop, wiped it clean on the twitching dog's skin and put it back in his pocket.

  And the dog's body was thrown directly to Lan En.

  The worn cotton armor was even dirtier.

  Young people can feel the passing of life on their hands.   

  He still couldn't get used to this feeling. No, rather, in order to retain the remnants of his past life, he refused to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.

  But Lan En only had a slight twitch of his jaw muscles on his face, so small that it almost seemed like an illusion.

  Immediately, the expression on Bai Jing's face turned into nothingness just like the man.

  "Bordon, what are you going to do with it?"

  "That's our lunch."

  Bordon's voice was as smooth as his face.

  "Dogs are easy to catch."

  Dogs are a species that has made a genetic compromise with humans. Even if humans don't like dogs, they will still find them cute or strong.

  At least - there will be special emotional treatment.

  But in Bordon's words, he only regarded it as a piece of meat.

  Lan En's ice-like face did not show the slightest abnormality, and he drove his horse to follow, "We should no longer attract attention, Bordon. You know what the situation is now."

  Lan En's hands were shaking slightly, but this It does not affect his action of hanging the dog's body on the saddle hook.

  The hook is commonly found in butchers' butcher shops. It is a tool used to hook pieces of meat for easy hanging or transportation.

  For witchers, it is more commonly used to hang trophies.

  Bordon seemed to be reminded by Lan En's words, and his unwavering cat eyes turned to the farmer who was slumped in the field.

  The farmer's pants suddenly became wet.

  "You're right, I'm wanted, so..."

  He turned over and dismounted amidst the clatter of the composite armor. Instead of pulling out the sword on his back, he pulled out the dagger hanging on his chest.

  He wanted to kill someone.

  Lan En recognized this immediately.

  And he knew only too well that for a witcher who had no emotions and only had money and physical needs left in his life.

  Killing a living human being to cover up his whereabouts is really not something worth hesitating about.

  The young man was also expressionless at this time.

  Stumbling also got off his old horse and walked quickly towards Bordon.

  The farmer seemed to still have some courage, and he was holding the hoe tightly with an almost collapsed expression at this moment.

  Although he was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, it was still a bit of a deterrent.

  "Wait, Bordon!"

  Lan En stopped Bordon when he came within two meters of the farmer.

  The young man was careful not to touch his armor. He remembered that the last time he touched it, Bordon broke three branches on him.

  If there is a next time, he bluntly said that he would chop off one of his hands.

  In his eyes, that set of Bear School armor was much more valuable than himself.

  "Let's stop for a moment. We can't just kill him. The killing itself is a trace, isn't it?"

  But even so, Lan En still stopped in front of Bordon.

  His expression was still indifferent, as if he didn't care about the life of a farmer at all, and was only thinking about the two of them's trip.

  Bordon had a sullen face, and after thinking for a moment, he withdrew the dagger.

  The Witcher's mutation robbed him of his emotions, but not his brain.

  Lan En turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

  After a brief weighing, Bordon turned his eyes from the farmer to Lan En and suddenly spoke.

  "How are you practicing your Yaksi Seal?"

  That is one of the five magic tricks used by witchers to disrupt the minds of creatures.

  Lan En turned his head, his cat eyes suddenly shrank at first, and then returned to normal.

  By the time he and Bordon looked at each other, there was no trace left.

  "No, I'm not skilled. I don't even have much time to practice. You are responsible for arranging the training, you know."

  Lan En's tone was natural and calm.

  "Yeah." Bordong scratched his thick beard and nodded. "You just need to be familiar with the Kun's Seal now." The

  Kun's Seal is used to protect against physical damage.

  The man walked straight past Lan En, and this time the boy no longer blocked the way.

  Looking from behind the man, a magical light shone slightly, and then the farmer's nervous expression turned dull.

  "You didn't see anyone just now. Your dog ran into the woods by itself. You didn't dare to go in."

  The words that were set came out of Bordon's mouth without any fluctuations.

  Until the farmer nodded dully, he crossed Lan En without any delay, turned around and left.

  Lan En followed behind, his awkward mounting action taking him a few seconds.

  Bordon knew how bad the boy's riding skills were, so he didn't look back.

  But, it's just in these few seconds.

  The boy's cat eyes glanced at the dull farmer, and his left hand made a vague gesture.

  The magical aura was condensed into an inverted triangle in front of his gesture.

  That is a mature and perfect Yaksi Seal rune!

  The farmer's muddy and confused eyes suddenly looked a little different.

  "Good luck, you unlucky guy."

  "Oh, no."

  Looking away, Lan En's movement of mounting the horse was light and silent. I'm afraid the best rider in the world can only control the horse like this.

  The amber cat eyes narrowed slightly in the shadow of the backlight, with that plain determination. Just like a tiger preying on prey!

  "Wish us both good luck."

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