Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 34 34. Recourse

"Aha! Now the bastard can't run away!"

Phillip cheered happily, as if catching the cannibal criminal was within reach.

"Master, you have to help us again. Let's go chop this bastard into pieces together!"

Philip is qualified to be a sergeant, so he is certainly not stupid.

Now that we know the characteristics of the criminal, why don’t we still have to find it slowly? But if we bring this demon hunter who is more powerful than the temple priest,

Maybe the case will be completed today!

When Lan En thought about it, it seemed inappropriate for him to come over and kill two ghouls before saying a few words for a task worth two hundred and thirty orens.

and

The young man's cat eyes narrowed slightly, like a big cat hunting for prey, with a cold light.

He really wanted to know what it felt like to kill a cannibal.

"Have you secured the crime scene?"

Lan nodded to Phillip and then asked.

The sergeant patted his big belly, and the iron glove made a "DuangDuang" sound against the front armor.

"No one is watching the scene, but don't worry. Since this happened, although the surrounding villagers want to kill the murderer alive, no one dares to go to Duenhan again. After all, no one knows when the goddess will come. Bring down the wrath.”

"Understood."

Lan En nodded slightly.

The incident happened five or six days ago. If no one disturbed the scene, then my witcher senses would probably be able to directly find the footprints of the murderer.

"Then let's set off."

"Okay, guys! Mount up!"

A group of sergeants marched toward the stables of the tavern.

The residents of Middlecorps opened a small crack in the door of their wooden house.

With eyes mixed with fear and expectation, he watched this group of soldiers who wanted to bring to justice the sinners who had blasphemed their faith.

Lan could understand the expression.

In fact, it is difficult to make a specific distinction between soldiers and bandits in the feudal era. It may even be because they have stronger organizational power and therefore appear to be more harmful than bandits.

A group of people splashed black mud on the muddy country road and ran into the distance.

Durnham is indeed half a day's journey from Midcops, but that's based on the farmer's distance.

The group, all cavalry, reached their destination in just over an hour.

"Your, phew, your horse is pretty good, Witcher."

After an hour and a half of continuous riding, Philip jolted at the end and his breathing was messy.

They have arrived near the intersection of roads that carry faith.

The surrounding residents did not dare to approach, but in the excitement of the crowd, they organized some young men with pitchforks and wooden sticks to act as security patrols.

Philip and his men gained trust with their Temerian-style armor. He tilted his head, spat, and cursed twice, and the armed farmers moved out of the way.

But I expected that if it were an ordinary traveling merchant passing by, it would probably not go so smoothly unless he took out a few coins or parted with some of the goods.

Anyway, Lan En had already seen a farmer with a bunch of garlic hanging around his neck.

After Phillip passed by, he complained softly to Lan En.

"That's why we should finish this matter quickly, otherwise this group of armed farmers will taste the benefits of blocking the road, and they will probably work part-time as bandits during the slack season. Just wait and see. The number of bandits in this area in the next few months It will be a bit higher than other places.”

Lan En didn't nod or speak, but just moved his body up and down with the horse.

On these topics, he can see more thoroughly than Philip, who can only rely on experience, but all this is still too far for him now.

The education he received taught him that security issues are never just security issues.

Broken down, the essence should be people's livelihood issues, road traffic issues, governance funding issues, etc.

If we still need to break it down, it would be a huge topic that makes people’s brains explode.

He's just a witcher now.

Now, he just wants to hunt an "ogre".

"Here we are."

The young man interrupted Phillip's complaint without any trace.

Perhaps it was the urgent work that made him forget the misfortune of his family. At least Philip's temper at this time was not so bad that he would want to fight when he saw someone.

Several people dismounted more than ten meters away from this intersection.

Philip handed over the reins to his men, Lan En also dismounted, and York stepped forward to take his reins.

"Thanks, man."

"You are a capable person, so you are welcome."

The young man nodded to the halberdier.

As the witcher approached the intersection, his senses were fully activated and he carefully observed every inch of the land.

This place is indeed as described by Bernie: three female stone statues, a few extinguished and half-melted white candles, garlands and sacrifices offered by believers.

On the peaceful land, there was only a pool of black blood spattered ferociously.

Lan En squatted down around the bloodstain and poked his head left and right.

"Sergeant, it may be different from the report you received. There are five or six people's footprints here."

"Master, there is nothing we can do about it. God can't stop the farmers from watching the fun, right? Excluding the murderer and the victim, only three or four people have been here. To be honest, I almost want to applaud the farmers here."

"Okay ~ applause."

Lan En agreed perfunctorily, patting his studded leather gloves in mid-air.

Leisure and relaxation come from the confidence to complete the task.

Mentos completed the identification of the footprints. There were a total of five people's footprints here. The victim's footprints were because he had seen his shoes.

Therefore, they were screened and excluded immediately.

There were three people left, one weighed only about 40 kilograms, and the other's stride showed that he was 180 centimeters tall.

All of them are inconsistent with Lan En's speculation.

The remaining one is undoubtedly the "ogre".

The young man's eyes followed the set of footprints. He stood up, followed around the blood stains.

When Phillip saw this, he waved his iron glove fiercely in mid-air.

"Aha! I knew he could do it! Keep up!"

Sharp blades were pulled out from the scabbards of the sergeants, and a cold and chilling air gathered on the bodies of these people.

After all, he is a veteran who has experienced serious wars, excluding such problems as cheating and cheating.

They are very familiar with killing people and the preparations before killing them.

To the east of Dunham there is access to Fike Lake by water. There is a major road to the north that passes through Midcops. To the west, there is a road leading directly to the coastal hilly area in the west of Willen.

It can be called a regional transportation hub.

Only in the south, there is no good road because it is full of swamps.

The footprints point south.

There was no good way out after going deep into the swamp, so the sergeants were a little agitated.

But fortunately, Lan En's witcher vision was never lost. In the muddy swamp, the murderer's footprints went deeper.

"He went back and forth several times, and at different times, I think he may have known how much trouble he had caused, and maybe there were traps on the way."

Lan tilted his head and reported the situation to Phillip.

The veteran leader remained calm.

"You should pay more attention when exploring the road, but it's okay if you miss it. We are not just free bread under the Jazz."

Lan En was not surprised by this calmness, he was also very relaxed at this time.

A dozen people with swords went to catch a lone murderer. There was no suspense at all.

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