The cleanup of the surrounding waters continued throughout the day.

Synchronized with the fishing and hunting time of the villagers of Oriden.

The combination of Lan En and Bernie expanded the safety range of the village's fishery to the east by about five kilometers.

During this period, nearly twenty water ghosts were killed by the silver sword.

The process of each hunting was exactly the same as the first time: after landing, Bernie took the lead in tracking the traces, while Lan observed the science from behind.

After encountering the water ghost, the demon hunter was responsible for the force work. In the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the water ghost's body into pieces.

Twenty water ghosts gathered together are enough to massacre villages in Wellen.

But these water ghosts were simply scattered, and the five-headed group they saw for the first time was the largest wave, otherwise the young demon hunter would really have a headache.

When the sun was about to sink into Fike Lake, the two people returned to the village together.

When Bernie's boat just approached the village port, the fisherman and hunter raised an eyebrow.

Lan En raised his glass and greeted old Allen.

Lan En reminded kindly.

"I thought that would be funny."

"Bill is brushing the right ear of the water ghost you brought back."

"Water ghost ears! So many water ghost ears!"

Old Allen laughed loudly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then let out a long breath.

The villagers who regard him as a hero will definitely stand by him at this time.

"He stabbed a mouse with his fork at dinner last night."

The half-empty wooden wine glass hit the table with a "pop" sound, and the young man licked the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied content.

"Yes sir."

Under the dim light, the village port was crowded with people.

This is caused by the racial atmosphere that has accumulated over the years.

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The tavern is not big, so only a few candles are enough to provide lighting in the dark night.

The young man's lips unconsciously raised a smile: "What else can I say? Old Allen, your mouse is really lucky."

Lan En nodded indifferently and signaled Old Allen to help himself.

Lan En pursed his lips. No one here could have imagined that the witcher's hearing would be so sharp.

"I really didn't expect what you said was true!"

The voice was filled with resentment.

This was the first time in this world that Lan En was pushed ashore like a hero by the crowd.

"You are a good person, Lan En. There is no reason for us to be so guarded against you."

"I didn't expect it." He seemed a little incoherent at this time.

But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.

"Mentos, shut up!"

Bernie next to him didn't notice anything and also helped, "Indeed, Lan En, you are a decent person."

The village elder was still scratching his head, but Lan En's drinking movement paused slightly for a moment.

"For my sake, and for the doubts that the villagers of Oriden have about you, come on, my friend, I have to buy you a big drink!"

The stench and blood didn't bother him at all, and his excited shouts drew cheers from the crowd.

An intelligent voice came from my mind.

At this time, the young man returned the favor to old Allen cheerfully, and slapped the old man on the back with his leather-gloved palm, causing him to cough.

"The fork trick? Oh, you mean the time I threw the fork at the mouse?"

When people saw the boat approaching, they cheered loudly, and one or two people put down their absent-minded tasks.

"Hey, rabbit's feet are useless against magic, curses, monsters, nothing."

"That's it?" Bernie curled his lips suddenly, as if he suddenly lost interest. "I can do this too. Although mice are slippery and petite, I can't do it if they get closer."

How many times have I said it! Can stress reaction be called a unique taste?!

The interaction with Zhinao ended quickly. Old Allen, who was sitting opposite Lan En, held a glass of cheap home-made wine and pointed at the bartender to Lan En with a smile.

"That's Lan En. Well, can you please stop performing your fork tricks in front of my wife in the future?"

"Phew - I have to go back. This banquet won't be held for long. The stock in Bill's barrel is almost drained. You can still catch a meal when you go back later."

And in the corner of the tavern, a young voice passed through the layers of noise and was captured by the demon hunter's senses.

People who usually would have gone back to their homes or gathered in the tavern at this time were gathered at the port.

Old Allen got off the bench again and walked out of the tavern.

Old Allen stood at the front.

Except for this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a word.

At this time, the fisherman and hunter finally took off his long leather gloves.

"If you have nothing to do, I can watch you throwing forks all day long, but don't do it in front of Xipona. She didn't even dare to come to the party today, and even hung a rabbit's foot above our bed."

He could stand up now and find out that young voice.

The fermentation of this beer is under the jurisdiction of professional brewmasters in Vizima, the capital of Temeria.

"Tricks? What tricks are you talking about?"

"Haha! Isn't this all right? When you go back, eighteen water ghosts' right ears and eighteen Orens will be paid in cash!"

But when the old man raised his buttocks, he seemed to have thought of something again. He sat down again with a troubled expression and stretched his head close to the young man.

"Hey." He whispered, motioning for the witcher sitting on the bow of the boat to turn around and look.

The hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.

The timely addition of hops adds a refreshing sweetness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.

The wisdom and brain follow the good flow.

Lan En chuckled and brought the wine glass to his mouth, but old Allen's expression was a little distorted.

Trust has been established.

The slightly bitter beer feels like it has a wonderful aftertaste in my mouth at this moment.

"Sir, with all due respect, I never thought that someone would want to add honey to beer."

Even if Lan En has tried hard to contact them in a way that suits the local people's thinking, even if he has made preparations to this step, people's distrust of witchers still exists.

"Yeah, you can do it too. But it won't be during dinner, and the mouse won't be four or five meters away from the only candle in your house."

Or he was absentmindedly weaving fishing nets, or sitting on a barrel and swinging his legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobacco.

In the witcher's ears, the corner of the tavern suddenly became quiet for a while because of these words.

Bernie, who was standing not far away, keenly heard the word "trick". He sat down next to the two of them with a wine glass in hand and wanted to have fun.

"I do think it's interesting." Old Allen said with sadness written all over his face.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Lan En." Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan En's ear during the cheers to ensure that he could hear clearly.

The minor tune is cheerful and melodious, and it will not be annoying even if it is repeated continuously.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, "What a pity, I can't collect his copyright fees from this name."

But he sighed and didn't do it.

"Isn't it natural for monsters to kill monsters? What's the difference between getting money by swinging a sword and murderers and robbers?!"

So the men and women in the village laughed and poured into the small tavern together.

Because he could tell that the young voice was named Little White.

Several women even brought musical instruments from home. To Lan En's ears, the sound of these instruments sounded like flutes.

Old Allen slapped the young man's shoulder leather armor hard.

But then, as if to cover up the young voice, other voices in the corner began to talk, laugh and sing loudly.

They immediately swarmed up and looked into the boat with their heads stretched out.

Humanity's yearning for a better tomorrow can dilute all groundless hatred and discrimination.

Old Allen scratched his head frantically, "I know, but doesn't this make her feel at ease? Let's talk about it."
To be continued...