Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 31 31. A Crisis of Faith
The bandaging techniques used by professional soldiers are rough, but practical.

The cut in Bernie's hand that was caught by the water ghost was finally covered with his muffled grunts.

He also ordered himself a shot of rye vodka to ease the pain.

"Be happy, Bernie. At least the water ghost's claws are only dirty, but not poisonous. Otherwise, it's hard for you to live."

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

Philip had asked him for the wine.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head, and the young man raised his glass to the serving sergeant.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Sergeant. But I think you also feel that it's time to get down to business."

Philip Strenger was now with his elbows on the table, still drinking.

"Gudu-you have already inquired about the situation just now, and I have nothing to add. I hope you can help us catch that son of a bitch, after all, the Jazz entrusted me with this job. Can't make the difference."

"What do you say, witcher?"

"Me?" Lan En frowned slightly, leaning against the table and half sitting. "Of course I'm happy to have a job, but I just recently got a long-term commission."

In fact, it was the current level of [Trace Detection] that made Lan En a little uncertain.

But the young man said that he definitely couldn't say that. His business ability was too timid. Would he still be able to make a living in Weilun in the future?
"Forget about the entrustment of those dilapidated villages, demon hunter. You have to know that you are now brought by me as a suspect. Even if I detain you for a month, it is reasonable and legal on the territory of Waylon!"

Philip slammed his glass on the table with a loud bang.

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

"Whoa~ Calm down, man."

Lan En turned his head and glanced at Bernie, who also showed hope.

The expansion of the fishery is not in a hurry, 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 turned his eyes, "Sergeant, threats alone cannot make people work hard."

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

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

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

Unexpected joy.

Lan En thought that having fifty or sixty Oren would be enough, after all, he was just assisting in the investigation.It's different from Boerdong's more than 300 Oren who directly buy their lives.

Who knew that the jazz could actually take out two hundred Oren as a bounty!
It's hard to say whether a village in Weilun can earn two hundred oren a year.

But this also shows the seriousness of Du Enhan's desecration.

"I don't want the armor, let's replace it with thirty Oren."

Philip nodded impatiently. The spare armor of an officer like him is no worse than the standard one. It is not easy to buy thirty Oren.

And Lan En was also very satisfied, he reckoned that the money was enough for him to repair the high-level bear school suit left by Boerdong.

And the savings left by Boerdong can be supplemented into his small coffers.

Even though he doesn't spend much money now, it's because of his cooperation with Auriden that he has very little logistical pressure now.

After that, he still needs to practice alchemy, stockpile potions and alchemy bombs.

If you don't have money in this world, you can't even improve your combat effectiveness!
"Deal, we will meet here tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow?" Philip's cheeks were flushed, and his mouth smelled of alcohol. "Why are you here?"

"Can't we start work today? Hurry up to Du Enhan and get this troublesome matter over."

Lan En explained patiently to the alcoholic sergeant.

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

"Huh?" Philip looked up.

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

"Oh! Yes, I forgot, we put that hapless bastard here! Hey, you demon hunters have spirit noses! Just as you said, we will wait for you here tomorrow."

It can be seen that Philip Strenger is a bold and generous man. Even though his family just had an accident, he still gave Lan En his enthusiasm for the ability shown.

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

Back down the road to where the boat was parked, Bernie hurt one hand, but that didn't stop him from steering.

After a lot of tossing, it turned out to be a little earlier than the time when I returned to Oridon yesterday.

The reaction back this time was much more normal, and the village couldn't afford to hold receptions every day.

But when Bernie, together with Lan En, told Old Allen that he was going to assist in the investigation of Du Enhan's murder.

It really scared the elders of this village.

An old smoker who has smoked tobacco for decades, he almost coughed up his eyeballs without taking a breath.

"Cough! Cough! You said, cough, you said murder?! In Dunhan?! The plague!"

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

"We can't let Hippona know about this, she will be frightened and drawn away. But how can this kind of news be stopped?!"

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

The more impoverished the place is, the greater the proportion of faith in people's lives.

And Meritelli's belief in this sect that does not fight for anything and is purely dedicated to the poor is unprecedented in Lan En's historical knowledge, and it can be called a king bomb.

Lan En himself didn't believe in God, but during the time he lived here, he could almost understand the panic in Old Allen's heart.

"Lan, I'll ask Ivan to repair your sword right now. I'll leave Du Enhan's matter to you. Our fishing ground is not in a hurry. Anyway, Bernie is also injured now and needs to be raised for a few days. But profane Meritelli. God Oh, these words came out of my mouth! Please catch the murderer!"

Lan En nodded and comforted the bewildered old Allen.

As the village elders speculated, the news of the murder in Duenhan could not be suppressed at all.

It wasn't that the three present spread to the village, but the fishermen who went out to fish spontaneously collected news and rumors from all over the coast.

Calculating the time and distance of the incident, the speed at which rumors spread is fairly normal.

Bad news about faith spread like a plague through the village.

The most indifferent men on weekdays are also panicked, not to mention the women who are the subjects of faith.

As far as Lan En saw, even Mrs. Downer, an optimistic and cheerful woman in the face of hardships and hardships, was now looking around with the hem of her clothes clutched, completely at a loss.

In Auriden alone, more than [-]% of the women screamed immediately after hearing the news, and then dropped all the work in their hands, and began to pray to the kind Meritelli in a hurry.

In rural areas, women's productivity should not be underestimated, such as sewing, cooking, laundry, and childcare. A family without women is considered incomplete and unreliable in rural areas.

With so many women out of work at once, Oridon has come to a standstill!
And think about it again, what Du Enhan usually undertakes is the faith of dozens or hundreds of villages within a two to three-day journey.

The panic shutdown of hundreds of villages will make people sweat coldly just thinking about it. No wonder the lord doesn't pay attention.

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　　ps: Now the bloody baron is the smell of Jack Wells in my mind.
　　ps2: Thanks to Keng Hao, this reward for the enemy! ! !

　　
　
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