Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 302 301. Trust

"What's going on with you?"

Seeing that not only was he unlucky, but the seniors were also unlucky, Lan En's mood improved a lot.

Geralt's eyes were dazzled by the smile under the silver hair. The hole he originally dug was already quite large, but now the shovel didn't penetrate the soil and it was hollowed out. He stumbled and almost fell in.

Thanks to his quick reaction, he poked the hollowed-out shovel into the ground beside him before he stabilized his body.

"For the sake of the plague"

He cursed subconsciously and then turned his head.

"After I came here, the villagers here happened to have a headache about the water ghosts in the lake. They came to ask for help with smiling faces and offered a bounty, so I agreed."

"But that's not a water ghost at all! It's a swamp witch with four or five more ferocious drowned ghosts!"

Lan En didn't react much when he heard this, because it was so common.

"Then what? You can't ask farmers to know the different types of monsters as well as demon hunters. For them, monsters that live in the water and harm humans are 'water ghosts'."

Geralt adjusted his grip on the shovel and continued to work hard while speaking in his characteristic calm tone.

The presence of complaints in the mouth of a person whose voice is so calm that there is almost no fluctuation is inherently a comedic effect. Even if what he said wasn't actually very funny.

"What else can I do? I killed the swamp witch and the drowned ghost, and then came here to ask for money with my head raised. As a result... you should know what those farmers will say when they want to default on their debts, right?"

"Let me think about it." Lan En said something like a template very naturally, "Good-hearted master, to show mercy, my children have to eat acorn powder to satisfy their hunger. The family really has no money, blah blah blah. "

Geralt nodded.

"That's true, but what you said is too general. The village elder said it in much more detail: The king wants to push the border of Broccolion a little further inward for more timber and minerals. For this reason, a nearby A war tax and conscription. If the village does not want to provide labor, it must be converted into money. In the past few months alone, the tax has been collected several times. Now they can barely even eat, and they obviously rely on the lake and the dining table. But there wasn’t even a smoked fish on it.”

"Tsk, tsk." The young demon hunter, who holds the Valyrian steel formula in his hand and predicts that he will not have to worry about money in his life, smacked his mouth easily.

"It seems that your professional expression doesn't work very well."

Bai Lang sighed, "In the end, I only received ten orens. I originally agreed on twenty. Just ten, but they wanted to adulterate even this small amount of money for me! Put it in the money bag Silver coins and pebbles!"

"That's why I dig out my reward here."

Lan En looked around and understood the situation.

There are only about twenty households in this village, and there are many such villages in the northern countries. People would pool their money to buy and repair agricultural tools, buy seeds and livestock, and pool their money to do things.

Using numbers and collective strength to fight against natural and man-made disasters is the villagers' spontaneous way of survival.

In such a village, collective property is generally stored in a hidden place.

For a demon hunter, the concealment of ordinary people is not concealment.

"Although it's a bit rude, let me confirm it for now. You should only take the share you deserve, right?"

Lann walked to the hole dug by Geralt, where there was also a pickaxe for loosening soil.

The old demon hunter of the wolf faction rolled his eyes at the bear cub: "Who do you think I am? I am a demon hunter who collects money to do things, not a shameless robber."

So Lan En shrugged, picked up the pickaxe and dug with him.

After digging down another two feet, they finally dug out a small box in the style of a jewelry box.

Lan En stood aside holding on to the handle of the pickaxe, while Geralt whistled to comfort him that the hard work he had put in was finally going to pay off.

But when he rubbed his hands and opened the box, his expressionless face froze.

Seeing this, Lan En leaned over curiously. After taking a glance, the lively expression on his face disappeared.

"That's it, not even an Oren coin? Are you sure you got it right?"

Geralt shook his head, "I won't be mistaken. This is their last remaining property. I even sneaked into the elder's house and looked through it."

Lan En was silent for a moment and sighed.

"Then, those villagers really didn't lie to you."

Geralt pursed his lips, "I saw that they still had dogs and chickens in the village, so I thought they had money and were unwilling to pay, but now it seems that after a while, they will have to eat all the livestock and poultry. "

There was a "click", and Geralt took a deep breath, then closed the small box again in frustration and threw it into the newly dug hole.

"So be it."

"You haven't taken the money yet, don't you want it?"

"Forget it." Geralt paused, then picked up the shovel again and started filling it with soil. "This isn't even enough to repair a sword."

And just as he was swinging his shovel and flying sand, a golden sheen flashed past and fell into the pit.

The cream-white-haired demon hunter looked back in surprise at Lan En, who was taking his hand out of the money bag, and then continued working.

"I've never seen a demon hunter throw money into a pit. An Oren coin that hasn't been trimmed is so generous."

"Now, you saw it today."

The pickaxe couldn't fill the soil, so Lann leaned aside with his arms crossed and watched Geralt work.

"Spending money is for living. If money meets physiological needs, then the extra money spent is for happiness. This Oren can save me a lot of troubles these days, and it is worth it."

Facing the serious and stern consumerist brainwashing from the bear behind him, Geralt, who was immersed in his work, unconsciously curved the corners of his stiff mouth.

"Whatever you want, 'rich man.' It's your money anyway."

When leaving, Geralt no longer deliberately maintained the tacit 'safe distance' with Lan En.

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"To be honest, if it weren't for your behavior just now, I would really suspect that you are a psychopathic murderer. Looking for clues can lead to this. Tsk, did you use a hundred-page hammer? To achieve this What a miserable sight."

Geralt opened a corner of the canvas on Poppai's horse, and the accumulated black blood immediately flowed out in a line and hit the ground.

He turned to look at the bear school demon hunter standing aside with a feigned suspicion.

"You didn't mean to let me down my guard just now, did you?"

"Haha." Lan En made two cooperating noises that had no emotion at all and were half-laughing. "You wolves are all good at telling jokes. Then..."

"Can we get down to business first?"

Lan En has fully informed Geralt of what happened at the edge of Broklon Forest, as well as the results of the investigation, and is waiting for this experienced expert to draw a conclusion.

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