Chapter 41: 41. Look at my bear’s strength!
When Lann rode Bopai back to Auridon, the villagers were not as anxious as he had imagined, nor did they suspect he had quit halfway.
He had built trust with the people here, and after solving the case of retelli being desecrated by the cannibals, he indeed gained a good reputation in Velen.
The fact that Fergus could be frank with him during the second eting was the effect of such a reputation.
Bad people might live recklessly, but good people can gain many good friends.
Lann’s goal was to be a good person in this world.
Seeing the villagers’ smiling faces as he returned, he felt he was indeed on the path to his goal.
"Yes, sir, you’re on the right path, but I still advise you, don’t sing while riding..."
Before the intelligent voice in his mind could finish, it was silenced by the owner of the brain.
"Hey, Old Allen. I’m back."
Getting off Bopai, Lann greeted the village elder at the entrance.
"Haha, the hero who protects the Goddess has returned!"
Old Allen puffed on his pipe and approached with a smile, stopping in front of Lann.
"The ’hero who protects the Goddess’?" Lann led Bopai toward the abandoned wooden house, "Are you talking about ? A Demon Hunter?"
Old Allen shook his head indifferently as he followed along.
"Whether you’re a Demon Hunter or not, the Goddess teaches us to spread love and kindness. Previously, we were influenced by rumors and prejudice, but now, if we don’t acknowledge your achievent in capturing the cannibals just because you’re a Demon Hunter, we have no face to call ourselves followers of the Goddess!"
Old Allen’s complexion was quite good, and upon further inquiry, it was learned that the villagers hadn’t been idle while Lann was away.
Following Bernie’s guidance, they’ve started expanding the fishing grounds into the areas Lann had cleared.
Though Lann wasn’t away long, the territory of a group of Water Ghosts was quite large.
In calculation, Auridon’s fishing area had already expanded by nearly one-fifth.
Expansion ans more fish, which ans more inco.
The prospects Lann planned were gradually becoming a reality.
Practical benefits in the pocket are very persuasive.
This made the villagers of the fishing village more fond of the young Demon Hunter.
And now Lann also missed the carefree life in Auridon.
Living a self-sufficient life in this world, although it was only at Gos Velen for a day.
Before that, he was barely fed by Bordeaux, and after it seamlessly transitioned to Auridon’s free board and lodging.
But just that one day made the eighteen-year-old Demon Hunter feel the hardships of life.
Damn, spending money to eat! Every bite feels like eating his own flesh!
Lann is a young man with the traditional Chinese habit of saving.
Chinese people’s desire to save grows stronger during crises.
Ever since Lann ca to this world, his sense of crisis has been off the charts.
So every Oren Coin slipping out of his pocket felt like bleeding his heart.
On that night at the Silver Swan Tavern, Lann clutched his money pouch to his chest as he slept.
When he returned to see Old Allen, his eyes were watered.
The old man’s wife’s food wasn’t tasty, and the bed wasn’t comfortable... but it was free food and shelter!
"Hey! Lann, you’re back!"
Walking toward the village tavern, Bernie’s voice ca from the window.
He sat by the wooden table, and the bandage on his hand seed to have been changed several tis, waving and lifting his mug without difficulty.
It seed to have healed well.
Lann waved back at him while holding Bopai’s reins.
"Bernie, are you good to start work tomorrow?"
"Aha! My bones are rusting. See you at the port first thing in the morning."
That settled the plan for tomorrow’s hunt.
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Life returned to stability, eating and sleeping at the now more hospitable Old Allen’s house.
Then rising early to enter Lake Fick with Bernie to hunt Water Ghosts.
With the full set of advanced Bear School Armor, Lann could attempt to fight in a more ferocious and efficient way.
A loud "smack" sound!
In the muddy shoals, a hand clad in spiked leather gloves spread wide, slapping directly on a Water Ghost’s skull!
Not only that, amidst the crunching sound of the twisting flesh and bones, the Water Ghost’s wails, the hand holding the skull managed to lift it up!
Then it was thrown forward with great force!
"The damn strength of a bear!"
The Water Ghost’s head deford like mush in the hand, the Demon Hunter shouted exuberantly.
The jumping attacks of two Water Ghosts in front were completely blocked by the "at shield" in his hand.
Quen? What Quen!
Like a charging chariot, holding the "at shield" he charged straight ahead.
With his body and armor, weighing almost one hundred and fifty kilograms, he completely overwheld the weight of the Water Ghosts.
The three or four Water Ghosts in his path toppled over just by brushing past.
Though far from sending them flying, the power to knock away three or four humanoid creatures could hardly be called normal!
Eventually, the "at shield" bore down on the Swamp Witch, crashing directly into its wrinkled and warty body.
The Swamp Witch had just burrowed into the muddy ground and reappeared after changing positions.
It didn’t understand how it was faced with an imdiate attack right after erging.
The Swamp Witch’s weight wasn’t light, at least it wasn’t directly sent flying by Lann.
Just a sharp "Eugh
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