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 appease 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 stepped on the ground, splashing mud and weeds. Lan En lay lightly on the horse's back to reduce wind resistance.

Lan En: "What are you saying? In high-level commissions, demon hunters are paid based on their reputation. Isn't it just a service industry?"

There was a "pop" sound and 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 Xiong School swordsmanship, it means a more powerful next blow!

Rotation is originally a part of the swordsmanship of the Bear School.

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

Doesn’t the service industry seek a good reputation?

"?" Mentos asked a question in his mind.

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

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

"It's over, now even the body is gone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!!!”

But above and invisible to 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.

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

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

"York."

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

He looked depressed and a little scared.

"Fuck the monster." York also pulled out his halberd from the ghoul's body, looking depressed.

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

"What?"

Lan En looked at York in slight surprise and continued.

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

Let York take the reins of Popeye from his hand and tie it to the edge of the tavern.

Very quick response, man.

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

The halberdiers were still leading the way carelessly.

"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'."

Lan En remained silent about this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Received, noise filtering completed."

"Bang!"

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

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

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.

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

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!

They no longer have any intention to focus on work, even if this job is related to their ability to make ends meet.

This mission required even the Jazz to take it very seriously and directly dispatched a dozen cavalry formations. But the only clue was eaten by ghouls under their noses!

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

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.

"Aha! You're finally here."

The tip of the sword passed directly from its mouth.

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

"We found an abandoned house on the edge of the village, and the body was parked there. You know the weather has been bad these days. To be honest, I have seen how good the demon hunters can be. You and your teacher, that

The old bastard is the most powerful swordsman I've ever seen. But I don't think you can find anything from a rotting corpse."

Durnhan'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.

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

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

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

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.

".grass!"

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

In fact, he is also a believer of the goddess Meriteri.

York had retreated outside, and the ghoul's blood had filled the house with a stench.

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

The halberdier cursed angrily and hurried to follow.

There is no doubt that the clue is gone.

In less than two hours, Midcops was in sight.

"Mentos, block out the noise around you!"

Mentos fell silent.

The ghoul's pace became a little faster.

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

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

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

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

When he was a child, he played with cow dung at home, and when he grew up, he built a cesspit in a military camp in a room that no one would stay in. Lan En's sensitive sense of smell was still sniffing in it.

Regardless of whether we can find any clues, who will worry about the demon hunter if he doesn't help?

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