Mentos directly bypassed a series of permissions such as elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and opened a restriction for Lan En at the university level.

Sounds awesome.

But at this stage, neither Lan nor Mentos feel that this is of any use.

It's just a restriction, and it's not a direct pass. Zhinao's computing power and operating permissions are still locked at the level of the People's Federation's elementary school.

In other words, in the future, [college level course completion] may be better?

Lan En didn't think about this for the time being.

"So, you are the village elder of Oriden, Alan?"

In the village tavern where the murder occurred, Lan En patted the rain on his head and asked while tilting his head.

Even though the outside of the house was covered by heavy rain and dark clouds, there was only one candle as lighting in the dim house, which barely illuminated half of the old man's body.

But Lan En's lowered beast eyes still keenly captured a lot of details.

If a person is forced to arrange a costly errand on his head, his words should be unpleasant. This is normal.

The bartender named "Bill" even kept wiping his hands after putting down the water.

It's just that even the buttocks sitting on the bench are only half solid, and there is a feeling of being ready to escape at any time.

Turning his head, Old Allen's tone suddenly became friendly and attentive.

This is a lie.

But after all, he is a village elder who is a little more thoughtful than ordinary villagers.

"I haven't asked for your name yet?"

Because it fits their worldview.

But looking at the roaring bear head necklace around the young man's neck, he pursed his lips. Still he could only sit at the same table with the young man.

"He is alone. We can go up together and throw him into the lake!"

It seems as if they are guarding against some kind of infectious source of disease.

His face was numb from fatigue and covered with wrinkles. There were thick calluses between his fingers. His body was slightly deformed due to long-term and heavy labor, with one shoulder higher and the other lower.

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Compared to the previous conversation, Lan En's tone at this time was even worse, but Old Allen immediately put down most of his wariness.

"Witcher, we, we can't interfere with Lord Veserad's wanted order. There is no point in your coming here."

There were still a few villagers in the tavern, but not long after Lan En entered, people immediately moved away from the young man and stared at him warily and distantly.

Elder Allen asked hesitantly, and the smell of cheap alcohol in his mouth made Lan En twitch his nose.

As a result, Lan En felt even more pitiful and hateful about the villagers in front of him.

It was obvious that the old man didn't want to talk to Lan En at all.

"Um?!"

His mind was running very fast after getting the Intelligent Brain, but it was also easy to run far away. At this time, he was trying hard to collect his thoughts. Of course, on the surface, ordinary people could not even feel the emotional change.

Doing good deeds means losing money, and those who lose money should be resentful.

"Is he here to cause trouble? Want us to shut up in Jazz?!"

It's not because he loves peace and values ​​life. It's because in this era, it's difficult for every village to accept the injury or even death of young laborers.

The vulnerability of smallholder economies.

"We are the ones who should take revenge! It was that mutant bastard who killed two people here!"

Lan En didn't want to see bloodshed, so he raised his eyes for the first time after entering the room and glanced at the increasingly excited crowd.

"Okay, Mr. Lane. But, I've never heard of a variant. Would a witcher do this?"

At first, the bartender was still reluctant and slowly poured his home brew into the wine glass, but now he walked towards Lan En with a full glass in the blink of an eye.

But facing his smiling face, the young man's expression was unmoved. Instead, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

With the secretion of adrenaline, the villagers' breathing gradually became heavier and they began to search for weapons that they thought were hidden.

"Sorry, Witcher. But we haven't sent out any commissions recently. I don't know what you are here for?"

His tone was still calm, but it suddenly aroused a fierce reaction in the tavern.

In a dark environment, the witcher's cat eyes will glow!

This world has magic, but it is a rare thing. Therefore, it is even more mysterious and unpredictable, and cannot be accessed by a group of farmers.

"How many orens do you mean by compensation?"

A typical northern farmer.

"Oh, is this so?! May Meritelli bless you, Master Demon Hunter. We are just fishermen who have been fishing for generations and have little experience. Don't be surprised by what just happened."

But then he answered smoothly and naturally: "Lane of Cintra."

"and you.?"

The young man's answer was cold and irritable.

The same goes for the villagers behind him.

Lan En could feel people's disgust and fear, he had seen enough.

He knew when to use his tone to maintain others' respect for him, and there was no trace of the escape and ease when talking to Mentos at this time.

A group of medieval farmers suddenly saw a man with glowing cat eyes.

Although he has not read any history books here, there are too many cases that can be compared in his previous education.

Even though he has only been in this world for a short period of time, he clearly understands how sick "racial hatred" that he had no real sense of in his previous life is in this world.

"Bill! You idiot! Don't fool your guests with cheap horse urine! Bring your royal Vizima!"

Vaguely, Lan En felt that this atmosphere was deliberately incited.

He scolded the village bartender to vent his fear, but old Allen became restrained again when he turned to face Lan En.

"The demon hunter who was killing people locally is dead, and I'm not here to put him out of trouble."

Elder Allen's butt had completely left the bench at this time, and he seemed to be ready to start.

Lan En spoke to the village elders in calm to cold words.

The young man was stunned for a moment by this question.

Even as a village elder, his economic level only allows him to wear a pair of pointed-toed soft leather boots and hold a pipe in his mouth than ordinary villagers.

Then, the emotional villagers felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads.

"Of course, you didn't send a commission, and I'm not here for the commission."

"That's me. Bill, you run a tavern! Don't be stunned and give the guests a glass of water."

"Some time ago, a demon hunter who wore the same necklace as me killed two people here, right?"

Old Allen hesitantly sat down again.

It's shameful that they are so easily encouraged.

"So, Elder Allen, you can arrange meals and accommodation for me."

Now that there is not even a ghost left in Hainkawehe Castle, is there still the Supreme Master of the Bear Faction?

But Lan En has no sense of identity with his own school, or even his identity as a "witcher". Therefore, he has no psychological burden at all in raising a banner to deceive the uninformed villagers.

"Didn't you listen to me? 'The importance of the local knight', Weeserad is the lord of Willen. In order to have the right to work legally in this land in the future, we must take his own emotions into account. Do you think we are here?"

Will compensation be paid for killing people anywhere?"

"Thank you very much, Bill! Why are you in such a daze? This is a tavern! I asked you to bring a glass of water and you really served it?! Bring a glass of something tasty!"

The crowd not far away became noisy, and their timid and hostile eyes were now cast with a hint of ferocity.

It's a pity that they may live their whole life, but in the end they will not have wisdom and will not realize that they are "incited".

The villagers' low-pitched exchanges were completely heard by Lan En, but the young man's expression remained calm.

The fear and shock even left them speechless for a moment.

"The Supreme Master of the Bear School heard about the evil deeds of Bordon, the murderer, here. He also heard about the importance of the local knights, so he activated the sacred tradition within the demon hunters and sent me to give him some help.

compensate."

Lan En said calmly. In order to reassure others, he always avoided looking directly at the other person with his cat eyes.

The full name of Bordon walking outside is Bordon de Sintra.

The old man wanted to make a last-ditch effort to avoid a bloody conflict.

Allen's old face immediately turned into a smile when he faced Lan En. He had a pipe in his mouth and his eyes scanned Lan En's upper and lower body, hoping to catch a bulging money bag. His hands were rubbed together like flies.

.

The eyes of the man waiting for the gold coins suddenly widened in shock, and he looked into those cat eyes.

Is there anything wrong with this logic?

At this moment, Mentos said a meaningful "oh" in Lan En's mind.

In the eyes of Zhi Nao, who has shared the plan at this moment, his master's action, in addition to satisfying his own moral standards, seems to be profitable in terms of utility?!

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