Chapter 23: 23 Banquet Fork Trick


    Chapter 23 23. The Banquet Fork Trick


    The cleaning of the surrounding waters continued throughout the day.


    Synchronized with the fishing and hunting times of the vigers of Oriden.


    Thebination of Lan En and Bernie expanded the safety range of the vige 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: afternding, Bernie took the lead in following the traces, while Lan observed the science from behind.


    After encountering the water ghost, the witcher was responsible for the force work, and in the end, it was still Lan En who dismantled the body of the water ghost into pieces.


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


    But these water ghosts were scattered very scattered, and the five-headed group he saw for the first time was thergest 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 vige together.


    When Bernie''s boat just approached the vige harbor, the fisherman and hunter raised his eyebrows.


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


    In the dim light, the vige harbor was crowded with people.


    People who would normally go back to their homes or gather in taverns at this time are gathering at the port.


    Either weaving a fishing absentmindedly, or sitting on a barrel and swinging one''s legs. Old Allen stood at the front, smoking his tobo.


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


    Immediately, they swarmed up and looked into the boat with their heads stretched out.


    Old Allen stood at the front.


    Water ghost ears! So many water ghost ears!


    The stench and blood didn''t bother him at all, and his excited shouts attracted arge crowd of cheers.


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


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


    I didnt expect it. He seemed a little incoherent at this time.


    I really didnt expect what you said was true!


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


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


    But what does it matter now?


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


    But even so, the old man and the surrounding vigers stillughed loudly.


    Trust has been established.


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


    Im sorry, Im so sorry, Lan En. Old Allen even had to shout close to Lan Ens ear during the cheers to ensure that he heard clearly.


    For my sake, and for the doubts of the vigers of Oriden,e on, my friend, I have to buy you a big drink!


    Royal Vizima?


    Royal Vizima!


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


    ~~~~~~


    The tavern is notrge, so only a few candles are enough to provide lighting in the dark night.


    This small restaurant, which usually only hosts a few fishermen, ushered in a crowded and lively business day today.


    A few women even brought musical instruments from home, which sounded like flutes to Lan En''s ears.


    The minor key is cheerful and melodious, and it will not be annoying even if it is repeated all the time.


    At the table, the young man took a big gulp of the yellow Royal Vizima beer.


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


    The timely addition of hops adds a touch of fresh sweetness and bitterness to the perfectly fermented alcohol.


    The half-empty wooden wine ss was smashed onto the table with a "pop" sound, and the young man licked the beer foam at the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied content.


    An intelligent voice came from my mind.


    Sir, with all due respect, I never thought anyone would want to add honey to their beer.


    Mentos, shut up!


    Okay sir.


    The brain follows the good and follows the flow.


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


    The interaction with Zhinao ended quickly. Old Allen, who was sitting opposite Lan En, held a ss of cheap home brew and pointed to the bartender to Lan En with a smile.


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


    The young man followed his fingers and looked over. The bartender over there was not only brushing his ears, but also nailing the brushed ears to the wooden wall behind him with great interest. When I first entered, Bill told me that this pub will be called [Water Ghost Right Ear] in the future.


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


    Old Allenughed loudly, drank the wine in the ss in one gulp, and then let out a long breath.


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


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


    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.


    Thats Lan En. Well, can you please stop doing your fork trick in front of my wife again?


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


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


    Trick? What trick are you talking about?


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


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


    He threw a fork and stuck a mouse in it during dinnerst night.


    Thats it? Bernie suddenly curled his lips, 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 close."


    Old Allen ignored Bernie and kept his eyes on Lan En.


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


    Bernie''s mouth slowly grew, and at the same time, his head slowly turned to Lan En beside him.


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


    Young people just shrugged.


    I thought that would be funny.


    I think its interesting. Old Allen said with sadness written all over his face.


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


    Hey, rabbits feet are useless against magic, curses, monsters, nothing.


    Lan En reminded him kindly.


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


    "You''re a good guy, Lan. There''s no reason for us to be so defensive about you."


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


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


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


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


    Haha! Isnt it okay? When you go back, eighteen water ghosts right ears and eighteen orens will be paid in cash!


    Lan raised his ss and greeted old Allen.


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


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


    Isnt it natural for monsters to kill monsters? How is it different from murderers and robbers to earn money by swinging a sword?!


    The voice was filled with resentment.


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


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


    Other than this corner and the witcher, no one in the tavern heard such a sentence.


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


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


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


    But he sighed and did not do so.


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


    is the viger who was killed by Bordon and is now the only orphan.


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