Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 236 235. Man in a hat

After completing the transaction with Danzi Haruchang, Lan En will return to Pingtian Village.

He put the [God-eating] pill in his alchemy leather bag, and planned to study it with Tisaya after returning to Aretusa.

The corpse of a little god living in the vegetation sounds very valuable.

Lan En estimated in his mind that the quality of the medicinal materials in the Ashina area was so high. In addition to the "golden water" like source water, it should also be due to the contribution of this little god who once existed.

When the demon hunter passed by the water source of Longquan River, the sky had darkened, and there was only a little sunlight on the horizon, making the environment "dark" rather than "dark".

Under such lighting conditions, there was something on the edge of the Longquan River where the water was drawn, which made Lan En couldn't help but slow down his steps.

The demon hunter looked up and down with his cat eyes, and it took him a long time to confirm that it was a deformed 'person'.

The body shape is like a potato, but it has relatively slender limbs.

He wore a pair of single-tooth clogs on his feet, only a crotch cloth on his body, and a heavy-looking black iron hat on his head. The overall height does not exceed one meter three.

Is this also the water from the source?

Lan En cursed.

At this time, this man was drawing water from the Longquan River and pouring water into a Renqi ball in his hand.

This balloon looks even more delicate than the one Kotaro's mother made for him, because you can see rich colors on it, as well as less than neat handwriting.

But after he filled the water for the Ren Qi Ball, he did not proceed with the next step of praying.

That is to say, put your hands together, pop the balloon, and sprinkle the water of the source on your body.

Instead, he just looked at the filled balloon in his hand, and then turned his hand to release the water.

There was no sigh, no sound, and he watched motionlessly as the water ball in his hand drained away. Then I held the balloon and stood there stupidly.

It was a kind of boredom that was close to being hopeless.

Lan En had seen this expression both in Temeria and here. They are mostly seen on the faces of poor people who no longer know how to survive.

Lan En walked into him slowly, but the man just turned his head after hearing the undisguised footsteps, glanced at Lan En, and made no further moves.

Unconcerned about the approach of a stranger.

For an area that has just been visited by bandits, this is tantamount to saying that one does not want to live anymore.

"You look like you're not in a good mood." Lan En said nonsense. "Is there something going on at home?"

The man in the black iron hat still just looked at the drained water ball in his hand. After a while, he made a hoarse and low voice.

"Tianji."

"My son is dead."

When he got closer, Lan En could clearly see the writing on the Ren Qi ball.

The handwriting is crooked, and it can be seen that the literacy level of the person who wrote it is not high. There are not many words written, only four in total.

"Raccoon dog, give it to Tianji."

But Lan En could tell that he was very serious when writing. Because although these four words are not good-looking, there is no ink stain at all.

Is it because of the fighting last night?

In the demon hunter's eyes last night, he saw the nature of those bandits. No matter men, women, old or young, they will not hold back.

This person's children are probably just as unlucky.

Lan En was silent for a moment. He could not comfort the man in the hat, so he could only pass behind him and leave with his lips pursed.

As I passed him, I patted him on the shoulder.

"Condolences."

The deformed man wearing a dark hat tilted his head and looked at his shoulder, which was patted, and then looked up at Lan En's back as he walked away.

Turning his head to face the endlessly flowing Longquan River, his expression was still lifeless.

He always felt that the man who passed by just now seemed to have made a mistake, but now that his son was dead, the exhaustion and boredom from the bottom of his heart made him not want to care about anything or think too much.

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Human vitality is always very tenacious. Just a few days after the bandits looted, the people in Pinggian Manor seemed to have forgotten that terrifying night.

People worked, worked, raised families, and the charred houses left their mark, but no one cared.

Norizen Yamauchi, the leader of the Ashina Castle reinforcements, wanted to talk to Miko in private several times, but was rejected. He has seemed a little restless in recent days because of this.

Generally speaking, with the efforts of property and people, Pingtianzhuang is being rebuilt in an orderly manner.

Lan En, on the other hand, has already lived a life of resting on his laurels.

Now he mainly takes classes with Butterfly and Ashina Isshin, and what he accomplished that night is already something that most samurai will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.

Lan En plans to live a peaceful life until the rift between the heaven and earth opens again.

After all, it would be unlucky to encounter an army raid when he first arrived. He didn't believe there would be any twists and turns in the rest of his life.

"Snapped!"

A slender kunai without an edge hit Lan En's raised arm armor, making a crisp sound.

Madam Butterfly, whose face was as calm as a dead thing, looked at the tall and strong Ming Dynasty man with heavy armor not far away.

"Can't you take off that armor? It's too early for you to train with weights."

The senior ninja complained.

Who can wear heavy armor and play [Light Body Technique]? Never thought about it!

[Light Body Technique] It's so light that it's your own body. Can you also make it lighter with the armor? That's not martial arts, that's magic!

Ninjas may even dislike carrying too many ninja tools, which makes them heavier.

"I refuse to accept this suggestion."

Lan En raised his hand, straightened his messy silver-white hair, and responded with a smile.

"Lord Butterfly, I know my own personality very well. If I didn't wear armor, I would definitely be super addicted to the elegant and light fighting style like your ninjas. After all, it looks handsome and sharp."

"But I also like the defense, fault tolerance and crushing pleasure of heavy armor. I will travel to more places in the future, and my combat environment will be more complex and dangerous than yours. In order to prevent my fighting style from deviating , I might as well have worn armor from the beginning.”

The witcher spread his hands.

And in fact, Lan En has already mastered [Light Body Technique] under Mentos' learning mode.

It's just that because of the suppression of this armor, it can't be seen at all.

The entry-level [Light Body Technique] can make you become about five kilograms lighter in a normal atmospheric pressure environment during the execution period, and the muscle strength will not be affected.

Lan En estimated that it was like Xiao's level of [Light Body Technique]. When he jumped, the weight restrained by gravity would not be more than 20 kilograms.

Coupled with his strong leg muscles and [Strength], he was able to jump more than ten meters high with the posture of pulling onions on dry land.

Madame Butterfly looked at Lan En's smile in the sun, and the corners of her mouth twitched to capture the traces, then she turned her hand and shot out another unedged kunai.

Lan En easily tilted his head and dodged, with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's training now, no playful smiles allowed!"

The witcher spread his hands and said, "Okay, you have the final say."

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