Chapter 15: 15 village elders

Chapter 15: 15 village elders

Chapter 15 15. Village Elder

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.

Its just a restriction, and its not a direct pass. The computing power and operating authority of Zhi Nao are still locked at the primary school level of the Peoples Federation.

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

Lan En will not 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 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 dark house, which barely illuminated half of the old man's body.

But Lan Ens lowered beast eyes still keenly captured a lot of details.

A typical northern farmer.

The face is numb from fatigue and full of wrinkles. There are thick calluses between the fingers, and the body has been slightly deformed due to long-term and heavy labor, with one shoulder high and one shoulder low.

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.

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

It was obvious that the old man did not want to talk to Lan En at all.

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

Its just that even the buttocks sitting on the bench are only half firmly seated, and there is a feeling that one is ready to escape at any time.

Im sorry, Witcher. But we havent sent out any commissions recently. I dont know what youre here for?

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

It seems to be guarding against some source of disease infection.

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

Lan can feel people's disgust and fear, he has seen enough.

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

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

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

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

Hateful they are so easily instigated.

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

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

"Thank you very much. Bill! Why are you so dazed? This is a tavern! I asked you to bring a glass of water and you really brought it?! Bring a glass of something flavorful!"

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

I havent asked you your name yet?

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

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

The full name of Bordon, who is walking outside, is Bordon of Sintra.

Okay, Mr. Lane. B-but Ive never heard of a variant. Would a witcher do this?

The young man's answer was cold and irritable.

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

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

The same goes for the villagers behind him.

Because it fits their worldview.

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

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

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

Oh, is this the case?! May Meritelli bless you, Master Demon Hunter. We are just fishermen who have been fishing for generations and have little experience. Dont be surprised by what just happened.

Bill! You idiot! Dont fool your guests with cheap horse urine! Bring your royal Vizima!

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

How many orens do you mean by compensation?

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. .

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

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

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"Um?!"

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

Is there something wrong with this logic?

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

In the eyes of the intelligent brain who has shared the plan at this moment, in addition to satisfying his own moral standards, this action of his master seems to have gained utilitarian benefits? !

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