Chapter 10 10. Anger and analysis completed

"Profit for you? That's an interesting word."

It does not regard him as a living person, on the contrary. This word only regards him as a tool, just like a sword, a pair of gloves, and a dung fork.

Personality, dignity, everything we once took for granted were crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.

Lan En even chuckled at this.

But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.

Bordon saw clearly, but he didn't care at all.

He is almost dead, what else can he do?

He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and even a little happy.

At the end of his life, the witcher experienced emotions again, and therefore had a strong love for each other.

Every time he opened his mouth, blood would flow out with fragments of internal organs, and the blood would tangle his beard into an ugly mess.

But he still had no intention of stopping.

Bordon's eyes widened in shock at this emotional turn.

No matter how you think about it, this is unreasonable!

In a place where magic is disordered, perhaps a confession of love or a roar full of hatred can become a curse, creating an effect like a fairy tale.

"But is there ever, even once, a time when people ask, 'Witcher, what is your relationship with this young man next to you?'"

Two farmers.

"You are not from this world, are you, Lan En? What sent you here was not a teleportation accident, but the convergence of the celestial sphere."

Lan En nodded calmly, indicating that he heard. "Why do you want to help me?"

Two lives.

Lan En stretched to his heart's content, then reached out and took off the roaring bear head necklace from his mentor's neck, and hung it around his own neck.

"Do you still remember why you are wanted, Bordon?"

"I don't know them at all, and I haven't even spoken to them. But they spoke for me and paid the heaviest price. Then I have to collect debts for them. In our area, this is self-evident.

reason."

"Then you cut them, so I decided to cut you."

The cat's eyes began to spread, and Bordon's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

Lan En hasn't learned it yet, so he doesn't understand. But fortunately, he doesn't care either.

I also received missions from mages in the dark and profound wizard tower.

Bordon has almost reached his limit. Due to the blood loss, his mind has begun to wander.

"Even if people go to great lengths to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell that most of them are slanders stemming from ignorance and fear. But when they actually saw a person who was led by a witcher,

Behind the young people around me, no one wanted to say a word."

Lan En, on the other hand, nodded calmly.

"What if they just informed the local lord? Not even that."

"Just when I was about to accept the reality, two farmers asked this question."

And now, the person who killed him told him - you lost your life just because of two farmers!

In the end, a majestic man's voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.

The only thing holding him up now is his desire for Lan En's answer.

"My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but death? It's far from it for you! Compared with the teaching and protection I give you, my negative effects are not worth the risk of being killed by me.

Share life and death with me."

"We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years and four generations."

"Before surviving the mutation, I would hesitate, but after the narrow escape. Yeah, that's me."

Bordon's mouth was bleeding and he laughed bloody.

But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.

"But it was them, only them, who held your shoulders down in the tavern in Oriden, then pointed at me and said, 'Maoyan, whose child did you steal? You have to let him go, or we

Will go to the Sheriff'."

There is everything, but mixed together, it seems like there is nothing.

"Of course I understand. No one wants to cause trouble. After all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous. But..."

He lowered his head and saw that the pool of blood at his feet was so deep that it had gathered into a large area and could even reflect the shadows of people and light.

This is unreasonable.

The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and chuckled indifferently.

Lan En, on the other hand, looked at his teacher calmly from beginning to end.

"What about you, Lan En? Why do you want to kill me here?"

Three fingers raised.

Has Bordon's curse succeeded? After all, not far away, there is a mist of unknown origin that is full of magical power.

Bordon shook his head playfully.

But Bordon, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.

"Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that this variation of chivalry that you believe in is a self-evident truth."

The movements were so stiff that Lan En even thought he had died from excessive bleeding.

"I'm about to die, but you should do your best anyway. Tell me, why am I being killed?"

That is, before Lan En completes his mutation.

"The alchemy bag has a compartment. It's mine, a few storage rooms, and some money. Go find them, repair this armor, and give it to you."

Now, there is only solemnity and solemnity on that delicate face.

The expression didn't look like he was telling the story of two peasants. Even if he was playing a ballad about an emperor in the court, it wouldn't be more solemn than it is now.

There was no one else around, so there was nothing Lan En couldn't admit.

The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like water droplets being baked on an iron plate.

Farmers with shit in their heads just can't understand that witchers endure their scorn and contempt because they want to make money safely, not because they are unable to resist.

Hatred? Yearning? Jealousy? Admiration?

"We rescued merchants driving their carriages on the road."

The emotion in Bordon's eyes was so frightening that Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in it.

"Just because of those two farmers?"

Lan En replied calmly.

"Why do you say that?"

"My teacher, before I completed my mutation and became the witcher that people shun, we had already appeared together in the rural woods of Willen, weren't we?"

"Cherish life and value feelings. Hey, haven't you seen the same kind of people fighting each other with your own eyes?"

Bordon's voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown distant place.

Bordon smiled dryly and slowly lowered his head again. This time Lan En could tell clearly that his blood was really drained.

"Ha, I am one hundred and thirty years old this year. In less than a hundred years, I can keep the bloody truth away from your heads. That would be a damn wonderful world."

"Because just by living here, you will definitely feel pain continuously. It's so interesting, hehe, hehe."

"Now. You are already in hell."

"Yes, teacher"

Even the process of dissipation was explosive and shocking.

"Not one, teacher."

Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at his mentor. Now this extremely majestic man began to stutter even when he spoke.

In this world where chaotic magic power is distributed in a staggered way, the activation of magic is unreasonable.

But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a faint smile, and told him clearly - that's what happened.

"Lan En, I curse you. I curse my enemy to live a long and safe life in this world. I curse my enemy to be able to stick to his morality and will."

His body was chilling, but Bordon just wanted to laugh.

"We met the respected village elders."
To be continued...