Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 302: 301Trust

Chapter 302 301. Trust

Whats going on with you?

Seeing that not only was he unlucky, but the seniors were also unlucky, Lan En's mood improved a lot.

Geralt was dazzled by the smile under the silver hair. The hole he originally dug was already quite large, but now the shovel didn't penetrate the soil and it was hollowed out. He stumbled and almost fell in.

Thanks to his quick reaction, he poked the hollowed-out shovel into the ground on the side again to stabilize himself.

For the sake of the plague

He cursed subconsciously and then turned his head.

After I came here, the villagers here happened to have a headache about the water ghosts in the lake. They came to ask for help with smiling faces and offered a bounty, so I agreed.

But thats not a water ghost at all! Its a swamp witch with four or five more ferocious drowned ghosts!

Lan En didnt react much when he heard this, because it was so common.

Then what? You cant ask farmers to know the different types of monsters as well as witchers. For them, monsters that live in water and harm humans are water ghosts.

Geralt adjusted his grip on the shovel and continued to work hard while speaking in his characteristic calm tone.

Complaints appearing in the mouth of a person whose voice is so calm that there is almost no fluctuation are inherently comedic effects. Even if what he said wasn't actually very funny.

What else can I do? I killed the swamp witch and the drowned ghost, and then came here with my head raised to ask for money. As a result, you should know what those farmers will say when they want to default on their debts, right?

"Let me think about it." Lan En said something like a template very naturally, "Good-hearted master, to show mercy, my children have to eat acorn powder to satisfy their hunger. The family really has no money, blah blah blah. "

Geralt nodded.

"That's true, but what you said is too general. The village elder said it in much more detail: The king wants to push the border of Broccolion a little further inward for more timber and minerals. For this reason, a nearby A war tax and conscription. If the village does not want to provide labor, it must be converted into money. In the past few months alone, the tax has been collected several times. Now they can barely even eat, and they obviously rely on the lake and the dining table. But there wasnt even a smoked fish on it.

Tsk, tsk. The young demon hunter, who had the Valyrian steel formula in his hand and expected that he would not have to worry about money for the rest of his life, smacked his mouth easily.

It seems like your professional expression doesnt work very well.

Bai Lang sighed, "In the end, I only received ten orens. I originally agreed on twenty. Just ten, but they wanted to adulterate even this small amount of money for me! Put it in the money bag Silver coins and pebbles!"

Thats why I dig out my reward here.

Lan En looked around and understood the situation.

There are only about twenty households in this village. There are many such villages in the northern countries. People would pool their money to buy and repair agricultural tools, buy seeds and livestock, and pool their money to do things.

Using numbers and collective strength to fight against natural and man-made disasters is the way of survival that the villagers spontaneously formed.

In such a village, collective property is generally stored in a hidden place.

For witchers, the concealment of ordinary people is not concealment.

Although its a bit rude, let me confirm it for now. You should only take the share you deserve, right?

Lann walked to the hole dug by Geralt, where there was also a pickaxe for loosening soil.

The old demon hunter of the Wolf faction rolled his eyes at the bear cub: "Who do you think I am? I am a demon hunter who collects money to do things, not a shameless robber."

So Lan En shrugged, picked up the pickaxe and dug with him.

After digging down another two feet, they finally dug out a small box in the shape of a jewelry box.

Lane stood aside holding on to the handle of the pickaxe, while Geralt whistled to comfort himself that the hard work he had put in was finally going to pay off. But when he rubbed his hands and opened the box, his expressionless face froze.

Upon seeing this, Lan En leaned over curiously. After taking a glance, the lively expression on his face disappeared.

Thats it, not even an Oren coin? Are you sure you found the right one?

Geralt shook his head, "I'm not wrong that this is their last remaining property. I even sneaked into the elder's house and looked through it."

Lan En was silent for a moment and sighed.

Then the villagers really didnt lie to you.

Geralt pursed his lips, "I saw that they still had dogs and chickens in the village, so I thought they were rich and unwilling to pay, but now it seems that after a while, they will have to eat all the livestock and poultry. "

With a "snap" sound, Geralt took a deep breath, closed the small box again in frustration, and threw it into the newly dug pit.

"So be it."

You havent taken the money yet, so you dont want it anymore?

Forget it. Geralt paused, then picked up the shovel again and started filling it with soil. "This isn't even enough to repair a sword."

And just as he was swinging his shovel and flying sand, a golden luster flashed past and fell into the pit.

The cream-white-haired demon hunter looked back in surprise at Lan En, who was taking his hand out of the money bag, and then continued working.

Ive never seen a witcher throw money into a pit. An Oren coin that hasnt been trimmed is so generous.

Now, you saw it today.

The pickaxe couldn't fill the soil, so Lann leaned on the side with his arms folded and watched Geralt work.

Spend money to live. If money meets physiological needs, then the extra money spent is for happiness. This Oren can help me save a lot of troubles these days, and it is worth it.

Facing the serious and stern consumerist brainwashing from the bear behind him, Geralt, who was immersed in his work, unconsciously curved the corners of his stiff mouth.

Its up to you, Rich Man. Its your money anyway.

When leaving, Geralt no longer deliberately maintained the tacit "safe distance" with Lan.

"To be honest, if it weren't for your behavior just now, I would really suspect that you are a psychopathic murderer. You can get to this point by looking for clues. Tsk, did you use a hundred-page hammer? You did it like this What a miserable sight."

Geralt opened a corner of the canvas on Poppai's horse, and the accumulated black blood immediately flowed out in a line and hit the ground.

He turned to look at the bear school witcher standing aside with a feigned suspicion.

You didnt mean to let me down my guard just now, did you?

Haha. Lan En made two cooperating sounds that had no emotion at all and were half-laughing. "You wolves are all good at telling jokes. Then..."

Can we get down to business first?

Lane has fully informed Geralt of what happened at the edge of Broklon Forest and the results of the investigation, waiting for this experienced expert to draw a conclusion.

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