Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 31 31. Crisis of Faith

The dressing techniques of professional soldiers are very rough, but also very practical.

The wound on Bernie's hand that was scratched by the water ghost was finally covered with his muffled groans.

 In order to relieve the pain, he also ordered himself a glass of rye vodka.

“Be happy, Bernie. At least the claws of the water ghost are only dirty, but not poisonous. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to survive.”

Seeing that Bernie was finally treated, Lan En, who had been standing by the side, wiped the beer foam from his mouth and spoke to comfort him.

This wine was given to him by Philip.

 After saying that, he turned around and the young man raised his glass to the sergeant who was inviting guests.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Sergeant. But I imagine you feel it’s time to get down to business quickly.”

 Philip Strenger now had his elbows on the table and was still drinking.

"Gudu - you have already inquired about the situation just now. I have nothing to add. I very much hope that you can help us catch that son of a bitch. After all, Sir has entrusted this job to me. I can't handle it well. Can’t make a difference.”

 “What do you say, witcher?”

 “Me?” Lan En frowned slightly and sat leaning on the table. "Of course I'm happy to have work, but I just recently got a long-term commission."

 In fact, it is the current level of [Trace Detection] that makes Lan En feel a little unsure.

 But the young man said that he definitely couldn't say that. If his business ability was lacking, would he still have to make a living in Willen in the future?

"Don't worry about the commissions from those shabby villages, Demon Hunter. You have to know that you are brought to me as a suspect now. Even if I detain you for a few months, it is still reasonable and legal in the territory of Velen!"

Philipp slammed the wine glass on the table with a loud bang.

Even the companions beside him were startled, but Lan En didn't even move half of his buttocks sitting on the table, and pressed his palms down slightly in mid-air.

 “Whoa~ Calm down, man.”

Lan En turned to look at Bernie and saw that he also looked hopeful.

There is no rush to expand the fishery, but the desecration of the place of prayer is an urgent matter in the hearts of the residents in the surrounding areas.

So Lan En has nothing to shirk. The skill level is not enough, so he can use extraordinary perception to make up for it.

The young man's eyes turned and said, "Sergeant, you can't make people work well with just threats."

　　Phillip muttered something impatiently, then turned to look at Lan En.

"I can apply to the knight for a reward of two hundred orens, and I can give you another set of my spare armor, which is at least better than your cotton cloth."

“I hate bargaining, so this is the final price, is it acceptable?”

 An unexpected surprise.

 Lan En originally thought that having fifty or sixty orens would be enough. After all, he was just assisting in the investigation. It's different from Bordon's kind of direct purchase of life for more than 300 oren.

Who knew that the Jazz could actually come up with two hundred orens as a bounty!

It’s hard to say whether a village in Willen can earn two hundred oren a year.

But this also illustrates the seriousness of Dunham’s desecration.

“I don’t want the armor, I’ll give it to thirty orens instead.”

Philip nodded impatiently. The spare armor for an officer like him would not be worse than the standard armor. Thirty oren was not easy to buy.

Lan was also very satisfied. He estimated that the money would be enough for him to make minor repairs to the set of High Bear School suits left by Bordon.

 The savings left by Bordon can be replenished into his small treasury.

It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t use money much now, but that’s because his cooperation with O’Riden has resulted in minimal logistical pressure on him.

 After arriving, he still needs to practice alchemy and stock up on magic potions and alchemy bombs.

　　If there is no money in this world, you can’t even improve your combat effectiveness!

 “Deal, we’ll meet here tomorrow.”

 “Why tomorrow?” Philip’s cheeks were red and he smelled of wine. "Why are you here?"

"Can't we start work today? It would be great if we go to Durnham quickly and put an end to this troublesome matter." Lan En explained patiently to the drunken sergeant.

“We came here by boat today, and I have to ride my horse. And why here, because I have to see the body first.”

 “Huh?” Philip raised his head.

Lan En spread his hands and said, "I smelled the smell of corpses as soon as I entered the village."

"Oh! Yes, I forgot, we placed the unfortunate guy here! Hey, you demon hunters have sharp noses! Just as you said, we will wait for you here tomorrow."

　　It can be seen that Philip Strenger is a generous and generous man. Even though the family has just changed, he is still enthusiastic about Lan En's ability.

Lan En helped Bernie up, nodded to the dozen soldiers, and walked out of the tavern.

 Along the road back to where the boat was parked, Bernie was injured in one hand, but it did not prevent him from steering.

 After a lot of trouble, it turned out to be a little earlier than the time we returned to Oriden yesterday.

The response to my return this time was much more normal, and the village couldn't afford to hold cocktail parties every day.

But when Bernie, together with Lan, told old Alan the news that he was going to assist in the investigation of the Durnham murder case.

 It really scared the village elder.

An old smoker who has been smoking tobacco for decades couldn’t take a breath and almost coughed out his eyeballs.

 "Ahem! Ahem! You said, ahem, you said murder?! In Durnham?! The plague is up there!"

Old Allen turned to look at his wife who was still busy in the kitchen, quickly took the two of them out of the house, and closed the door behind them.

 “We can’t let Xibona know about this, she will be frightened to death. But how can we stop this kind of news?!”

The old man was holding his pipe and murmuring in a low voice.

 The poorer you live in such a poor place, the greater the proportion of faith in people's lives.

Meritelli's religious sect, which does not fight for anything and is purely dedicated to the poor, is unprecedented in Lan En's historical knowledge, and it is called a king.

Lan himself does not believe in God, but during the time he has lived here, he can almost understand the fear in old Allen's heart.

"Lan En, I will ask Ivan to repair your sword now. I'll leave it to you to deal with Durnhan. Our fishing ground is not in a hurry. Anyway, Bernie is also injured now and will have to recover for a few days. But blasphemy Melitelli. Oh, these words came out of my mouth! Please catch the murderer!"

 Lan En nodded and comforted the confused old Allen.

As the village elders speculated, the news of the murder in Durham could not be suppressed.

It was not the three people present who spread the news to the village, but the fishermen who went out to fish spontaneously collected news and rumors from all along the coast.

 Calculating the time and distance traveled, rumors spread at a normal speed.

 The bad news about faith spreads through the village like a plague.

Even the most indifferent men were frightened, not to mention the women who were the main subjects of belief.

As far as Lan En could see, even a woman like Mrs. Donner, who could be optimistic and cheerful in the face of hardships and hardships, was now clutching her clothes and looking around, completely at a loss.

In Auriden alone, more than 60% of the women screamed immediately after hearing the news, then dropped all the work in their hands and began to pray to the merciful Melitelli.

 In rural areas, women’s productivity cannot be underestimated. They sew, cook, wash, and take care of young children. Families without women are considered incomplete and unreliable in rural areas.

 Suddenly there were so many women unable to do the work that Oridan had come to a standstill!

Thinking about it again, Dunhan usually undertakes the faith of dozens or hundreds of villages within a two to three day journey.

Just thinking about hundreds of villages being shut down in panic will make people sweat on their backs. It’s no wonder the lord doesn’t pay attention to it.

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ps: Now the Bloody Baron sounds like Jack Wells in my mind.

ps2: Thanks to Keng Hao for the reward for this enemy! !

 (End of this chapter)