Chapter 51 51. Clues to cured meat

These three rotten soldiers gave the young demon hunter a deeper understanding of the world.

Who were the soldiers he met in the past?

Law enforcement team, a pursuit team of elite soldiers.

Philip's full horse squad, the baron's castle guard and direct force.

These people may be rude, brutal, or ignorantly prejudiced.

But there is no doubt that these people are capable and superior to ordinary people and ordinary soldiers of this era.

They are proficient in killing, tracking, driving horses, and operating military equipment.

These abilities give them status and also give them rules.

When you become a baron's guard, you don't have the time and space to run rampant in the countryside.

Once you become an elite soldier, you don't have the energy and opportunity to be a highwayman.

For ordinary soldiers, the three guys who were hammered to death by Lan Ensheng with his fists today may be the norm for soldiers in this era.

Lan En half-crouched beside the box and reached out to pick up a dark, hard piece of bacon strips.

He put the strips of bacon under his nose and sniffed it gently. Mentos in his mind spent a lot of effort to block out the smell of the bacon itself.

The person is already dead, and he will not vent his anger on the corpse.

Philip, smelling of wine, asked the cavalryman beside him, Halberdier York.

At least today, young people are lucky.

But during the fight, an overturned storage box under the large tarpaulin caught his attention.

"So, this is not a standard configuration that a military depot can have."

In the eyes of most people, they are just bandits wearing the national emblem.

Lan En didn't feel anything was wrong with his violent actions.

Then he would act unscrupulously, block roads, rob, and kill people. He would only follow the tax collector to do some serious business during the annual tax collection.

Bodies and traces of fights made the place a mess.

In the past, he used to drink alcohol just to vent his family's depression, but now that he doesn't have the bottle in his hand, he starts to feel uncomfortable all over.

A smell belonging to the carrier of jerky stands out.

In the blink of an eye, Mentos took over Lan En's idea, calculated the total amount of supplies, and judged the approximate scope of Wesselad's assets based on his only trip to the crow's nest.

"There are at least hundreds of military depots like this in the whole territory of Willen. If every military depot has supplies of this level, Viselad can afford it?"

Although he was still riding a horse, he couldn't help but take out his wine bottle and take two sips.

Lan En walked to an inconspicuous rut, picked up a handful of soil and sniffed it.

The thing itself is not big, the key is the big impact.

How hard it goes for criminals to cover up their traces.

"That village is called Condale, boss. We'll be at the military station in about half an hour."

Lazy and undisciplined, he thought he had mastery of force in remote areas just because he had a sword in his hand.

"suck-"

Lan En led Popeye and followed the footsteps.

"Sir, based on calculations, I don't think Sir Wesselard is capable of supporting the troops at this standard. In fact, being able to support 700 to 800 people is his limit."

According to the traces, this bag of bacon was put in less than two days ago.

As for whether these three soldiers knew that the people who were "honoring" them were a group of cannibals, I guess they didn't care.

Looking at the three tattered corpses again, Lan En did not do anything drastic.

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched position and looked around.

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Staff Sergeant Philip Strenger wiped the beard from his face, wiped the wine from it, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Except for me, no one has left traces of bloodshed here in the past week. A businessman passed by three days ago, but he was a flower buyer."

He himself knows it too.

"How far are we from that, Kang, Quill?"

The pair of slightly bright cat eyes also followed the direction of the smell and found intermittent footprints on the ground as road corrections.

"How could such a criminal gang not say hello to the local 'officials'?"

So Philip's team could only run around and explore.

But the reason why "addiction" can be called "addiction" is because there is no solution.

So even in the formation on horseback, he could line up next to the sergeant.

The number of abducted children is still increasing, and the scope of cases involved is getting wider and wider.

A witcher's extraordinary senses are not unreasonably strong. If another day passed, Lan En would probably not be able to get any clues no matter how hard he tried.

Fortunately, these dried meats had only arrived two days ago, so the residual smell was still enough.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

The answer is clear.

But the [Trace Detection] that he has mastered now, combined with his extraordinary senses, and Mentos's image recording ability, are enough for him to complete a scene analysis.

"Is this what they call 'tired cured meat'?"

That's all his immediate boss asked of him.

That's all his money! His money!

Wouldn't that save a lot of effort?

In the past few days, he felt that he was becoming more and more inseparable from alcohol.

The cat's eyes turned, and there was still half a box of such meat strips in the storage box. Considering Willen's average living standard, it was really not a small amount.

Philip belched a wine-smelling belch, with a fierce look on his face.

But as long as you have a good relationship with these three rotten soldiers who represent the official force, let them say "everything is normal" when reporting to their superiors.

But fortunately, he was still strong, capable of killing people and riding horses.

The source of the cured meat is not official supplies, nor extortion proceeds, nor can it come from "donations" from villagers.

Are there any other possibilities in this hilly area?

"We should have thought of it earlier, Mentos." Lan En's eyes were lowered.

When the sergeant toasted him two more glasses while drinking, this group of veterans knew that this guy's status was different.

The witcher's fingers rubbed the surface of the meat strips, and the reflection of the grease could soon be seen on the tips of the gloves.

"Damn it, those damn human traffickers are getting more and more rampant, and I can't even drink in peace!"

"The merchant's car only smells of flowers, and even if the soldiers extort money, they will only give out coins."

The young man originally wanted to beat these scumbags to death and walk away, continuing to do his own business.

York was originally not very outstanding among a group of battlefield veterans. It was because of his relationship with the capable demon hunter that he was spotted by Philip in the last mission.

He became addicted.

The farmers had no intention of farming, and the knight lost his temper in the crow's nest.

According to Sir's actual words: "Even if you go to the most remote muddy swamp in Wellen to dig up the swamp witch's shit! You still have to find the human trafficker for me!"

There are indeed only remote places left that I haven’t found yet.

But no one wanted to go to the swamp, so they could only go to a remote village like Condale to explore the situation as a business trip.

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