Chapter 67 67. Processing

In fact, there was no need for Philip's cavalry to help, White came over by himself.

This is the base camp of slave traders, and every cavalryman knows it.

Here, adults may be a threat, but children are just cargo.

So when White was anxiously looking for Lan in the camp, the soldiers who were cutting off his heads didn't do anything to him.

This group of people are old veterans. They are cunning, cunning, ferocious, and cunning, but at least they are an official force and have an official identity.

Human traffickers, they don't do such deeds as killing children, which is punishable by God.

So even though White looked at the corpses on the ground and his steps were trembling and he was about to vomit, he still successfully reached the port in the night.

Philip's torch marked the location of the two people, and the little boy ran over quickly.

"Hey! Lan En!"

He shouted excitedly. The boy had previously wanted Lan En to escape quickly.

Mentos was slightly silent.

"Also, you may not know. There is a big shot in this wooden cage. You have to send her away first before you can repay Veserad. Her injuries are not optimistic."

because

"Chi-"

I'm so awesome myself.

Lan En turned to White and smiled.

The young demon hunter's tone was full of confidence and optimism.

A drop of nosebleed flowed out and hit the sand, making a slight corrosive sound.

"No need to come over, I'm just relieved."

But the demon hunter raised his hand to stop him.

The child's excitement was pure, and the fear of being imprisoned and walking over corpses had vanished.

As he hurriedly poured it into his mouth, the blackness on Lan En's face and eyeballs began to fade.

In the early hours of the morning, I was suddenly informed that a cousin had passed away.

I just like to stay up late playing games and looking at my phone.

When Lan En thought about it, he must have been a friend that White met when he was imprisoned.

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White quickly rushed to Lan En, jumping up and down to express his surprise.

"Okay, man. I understand what's going on. You took the lead in destroying the entire camp, which makes people owe you a big debt. Your little problem will be solved by the sorceress of Arethusa with just one breath.

That's enough."

"It seems that the demon hunter's bowl of rice is really not delicious."

The witcher talks to his own mind in his mind.

"There seems to be something wrong. If I want to metabolize the toxins by myself, it will take half a month to heal the body that has been eroded by the toxins. It will take at least one month to heal the injury, which is close to two months!"

"You're happy, sir. That's a good thing, but with all due respect"

"You did it, Lan! You really defeated an entire camp of bad guys! I bet there must be a hundred people in this camp! No, two hundred!"

"This world can't stop me!"

But until the efficacy of [White Honey] is fully exerted, the black color has not faded away.

Compared to the enhanced levels of [Thunder] and [Blizzard], the primary [White Honey] does not seem to be powerful enough.

White kept looking at Lan En nervously, watching him pour the potion, and then his face looked obviously better, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Lan En was very fortunate that White was a boy and would not rush over to hug him like a girl. At most, he would just stand in front of him and jump up and down excitedly.

"If you don't fill your stomach with the bottle of primary [white honey] in the alchemy leather bag, there will be no need to stop a corpse in this world."

"Just call me Philip." Philip said nonchalantly.

"Philip, please give me a letter after the child returns home safely and send it to Goss Willen's blacksmith shop. I made two friends there."

"Ahem!"

Lan En rummaged through the alchemical leather bag and finally found a bottle of milky white potion.

"I'd like to lend you some good words." Lan En stood weakly.

In this bloody dark night, it is like a bright sun.

"Aliya! You were not taken away!"

What he wanted to exchange for this favor was not just the removal of toxins.

He was rescued.

"Headmaster of Arethusa Academy."

Phillip's expression was very different from his. When he breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body trembled.

Lan En sat on the ground and patted his forehead helplessly with his palm.

"We will take them back to the crow's nest, and then Sir will most likely give a speech, post notices and the like. You know he will definitely not miss this opportunity to increase his prestige. Then he will send them home."

The heavily armored body suddenly collapsed on the beach.

Very suddenly.

"York! Where did you die? Prepare your horse! Hurry and prepare your horse! Didn't you see the wounded? To make a simple stretcher, it must be strong and soft, do you hear me?"

"What?"

After communicating harmoniously with his halberdiers not far away, Philip hurriedly helped Lan En up.

Lying on my back on the beach, I didn't want to move for a while.

He saved a family. The mistress of this family remained brave and optimistic in the face of life. The youngest son of this family still wanted to let others escape even at the last moment.

Lan En smiled at this, and his legs began to weaken. After the fierce battle, the temporary body strengthening provided by [Thunder] could no longer keep up with the damage of the toxins to the body.

He wiped his hand under his nose, and the studded leather gloves that were already stained with blood suddenly had a dark blood stain.

Just like Lan En's tone, in the mood curve chart, the subject's mood began to calm down after a long absence.

"Hey, big shot? How big is it?"

[White honey] is an autologous antidote prepared by witchers to deal with the toxicity of magic potions.

"Okay, this itinerary is reasonable."

Philip covered his chest with the hand that wasn't holding the torch, and it took him a while to recover.

"I have the ability to live according to my own wishes in this world."

No need to socialize or work overtime.

The voice of smart voice has become emotionless.

"Man, you look like a dead man. Is that really okay?"

Phillip and White were at a loss as they looked at Lan En's smile as he collapsed on the ground.

Because he couldn't imagine that someone could defeat the entire camp's enemies by himself.

"No problem, man. It's easy."

Philip scratched his head when he said it, and also sighed.

Now, even a drop of his blood would be extremely poisonous to an ordinary strong man.

"That's when I became convinced, Mentos."

Under the dim moonlight, an exhausted child climbed onto the shore from the sea.

Philip had no intention of rejecting Lan En's proposal. Even if the man was a civilian, he would send him away early as long as Lan En spoke. But he still said something stubborn out of habit.

White was hesitant at first, but when he mentioned Mrs. Donner, the little boy became obedient.

It frightened both Philip and White.

Under the erosion of toxins, every bone is hurting and every muscle is being stretched.

But Lan En still laughed heartily when he looked at White's big head.

He is in his thirties, physically strong, does not smoke or drink, and works as an English tutoring class.

Tell me what happened today.

"Sergeant, what will you do with these victims?"

Regarding Mrs. Donner's instructions and my own guilt, I have completed them beautifully.
To be continued...