Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 32 32 Ghoul

Chapter 32 32. Ghoul

Early the next morning, Poppy, whose fur was shiny and watery, was led out by the villagers.

Lan En stroked the horse's nose. He knew that this guy was given extra food last night.

Two brand-new long swords were already slung on his back.

Ivan worked hard last night, and Bernie, as promised, contributed the best wood and fish skin to make a new scabbard.

From Lan En's perspective, the scabbard alone was worth five Oren coins.

In O'Riden's panic last night, thanks to Old Allen's disclosure of the information that Lan En was going to participate in the investigation, he was able to calm down the villagers.

In this era, it is only natural to shed blood for your beliefs.

Because no one knows what trouble people who are overly excited will cause under their agitation.

The horse's hooves hit the ground, splashing mud and weeds. Lan En leaned lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.

So although Poppai was carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight, he was still running very happily.

In less than two hours, Midcops was in sight.

Slowing down, Poppy walked into the village at a jog.

Lan En's cat eyes looked down without a trace. The villagers here were the same as Auriden's.

They have no intention of focusing on work at all, even if this job is related to their ability to make ends meet.

"Aha! You're finally here."

It was the same tavern, and Halberdier York greeted him at the door.

It seems that this place has been requisitioned as a temporary residence by more than a dozen sergeants.

"Chief Strenger has not yet sobered up. Others are repairing their equipment, and I was sent to receive you, Master."

Let York take Popeye's reins from his hands and tie them to the edge of the tavern.

Lan En's nose twitched, the smell of alcohol here was really choking.

"Thank you, just call me Lan En, York. Let's hurry up. Can you take me to see the body first?"

"Hey, I'm just here to receive you. Let's go."

York smiled, held up his helmet, and walked in front with his halberd.

"We found an abandoned house on the edge of the village, and the corpse was parked there. You know the weather has been bad these days. To be honest, I have seen how good the witcher is. You and your teacher, that The old bastard is the best swordsman I've ever seen. But I don't think you'll find much on a rotting corpse."

Lan En remained silent about this.

He actually couldn't say much, because his current [Trace Detection] proficiency was only 19%.

Although he thinks that his mutation is perfect, the effect of the witcher's senses is also good among witchers.

But the knowledge base about tracking is not even 20% of that of an ordinary hunter.

It is easy to be embarrassed if you speak too early.

But when York and Lan En were getting closer and closer to the outskirts of the village, Lan En sniffed and sighed.

His right hand went over his shoulder and touched the silver sword behind him.

"York."

"What?"

The halberdiers were still leading the way carelessly.

"I guess you didn't leave enough light around the body, and you didn't leave any manpower to look after it."

"Hey, that's amazing! How did you know?" York turned around and saw that Lan En had pulled out the silver sword.

His face and the hand holding the halberd suddenly tightened at the same time, "Is there a monster?"

Very quick response, man.

Lan En looked at York in slight surprise and continued.

"The vaguely stinking corpse was not buried in the ground, nor burned, nor was it cared for by the ghouls."

Before York could react, Lan En had already activated his body and entered a charging posture in an instant. The transition between movement and stillness was as abrupt as a ghost!

".grass!"

The halberdier cursed angrily and hurried to follow.

Dunhan's case is of great importance, and there are few clues now. If the bodies of the victims are all destroyed, not even one of the soldiers in their team will be able to get through it!

The distance was not far, and Lan En would not go wrong if he followed the scent.

After only turning two turns among the wooden houses in the village, a very dilapidated wooden house was revealed in front of us.

Without stopping, the young man issued orders in his head.

"Mentos, block out the noise around you!"

"Received, noise filtering completed."

In an instant, in addition to his own footsteps, Lan En clearly heard the sound of twelve paws touching the ground in the room.

Ghouls are creatures that stand on all fours, and there are three of them in the cabin.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was smashed into several large pieces by Lan En, and sawdust flew out.

Before the monster in the room roared, Lan En, who used the sound to locate it with the help of Mentos, even though his vision was obscured by sawdust, he made a decisive move and struck first!

“Ouch-ouch!!!”

The sharp silver sword left a crescent-like afterimage in mid-air. A ghoul's leg was severed from the hip joint by this blind sword strike.

Even if it is a monster, it should be destroyed now.

York, who rushed from behind, just like his cooperation with Lan En, held up his halberd and stabbed it out.

The lying ghoul was stabbed in the side by him, and his whole body was pushed against the wall.

The only surviving monster rushed towards the door behind Lan En like crazy, trying to escape.

Lan En did not push forward to block the road. Instead, he turned sideways and opened the way to the door.

The ghoul's pace became a little faster.

But above and beyond the sight of the ghoul, who was on all fours, Lan En had already held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.

The monster brushed past Lan En's swinging clothes, but at the same time, a cold silver light fell from the sky.

With a "poof" sound, it sank directly into the ghoul's cervical spine!

Stopping the sword and turning sideways, in other swordsmanship, just means changing direction and position. But in the swordsmanship of the Bear School, that represents a more powerful next blow!

Rotation is originally a part of the Xiong School's swordsmanship.

After a subtle "pop" sound, only the separated body of the monster rushed out of the door, bringing up a small puff of smoke on the ground.

Lan En walked over to the ghoul whose leg was cut off at the beginning, stepped on its struggling and roaring body, and stabbed the occipital hole in the back of its head with a silver sword.

The tip of the sword passed directly from its mouth.

"Fuck the monster." York also pulled out his halberd from the ghoul's body with a depressed expression.

"It's over. Now there's not even a body left."

Lan En's face didn't look good either.

But then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be my fault that I couldn’t find the murderer?

Lan En is still a little worried that the result of the mission will affect his reputation.

Doesn’t the service industry seek a good reputation?

"?" Mentos asked a question in his mind.

Lan En: "You'?' What? In high-level commissions, demon hunters are paid based on their reputation. Isn't this the service industry?"

Mentos fell silent.

But it's one thing to fight against Zhinao. Lan En is still very reliable when it comes to the mission.

York had retreated outside, and the house was filled with a stench of ghoul blood.

He looked depressed and slightly panicked.

There is no doubt that the clue is gone.

This mission requires even the knights to take it very seriously and send out a formation of more than a dozen cavalry. But the only clue was being eaten by ghouls right under their noses!

He didn't dare think about how he would be punished after returning to the crow's nest.

"The murderer can't be caught. Not only will the knight punish him, but even the benevolent Goddess Meritelli may unleash her wrath!"

He is actually also a believer of the goddess Melitelli.

At this time, Lan En, who had come out for some air, patted the self-pitying Halberdier from behind and walked towards the house.

"Hey, if you want to collect money, you have to do something. Let me see if I can dig out any clues from this pile of 'kitchen waste'."

York was immediately overjoyed and cast his expectant eyes on Lan En's back.

He looked at Lan En who walked into the room with admiration and said to himself that the witcher was a real talent.

He had played with cow dung at home when he was a child, and when he grew up, he had built a cess pit in a military camp in a room that would be unbearable for people to stay in. Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was actually still sniffing hard in it.

Regardless of whether we can find any clues, who will worry about him later if the witcher doesn't help?

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