Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 796 778. Hotel at the Crossroads

Velen is dotted with swamps, puddles, and lake islands.

Therefore, when the strong wind blows before a heavy rain, the wind will stir up the deposited water, and then the smell of earth and silt in the water will float into the air.

So even the rain in Willen seemed stickier and more uncomfortable than other places.

Lan En and Berengar set out in the morning, only stopping for a bite to eat along the way.

Demon hunters' physical endurance means they don't have to worry about the pain in their thighs caused by riding horses for a long time like ordinary people.

And in the middle, they were lucky enough to meet a river ship.

Berengar now didn't care about the three to five yuan net worth at all, so he directly paid double the shipping fare and stopped the ship halfway for a ride.

Lan En, riding a unicorn, followed from a distance as if walking on flat ground.

So with such efficiency of movement, the two of them took only one day to travel from Gos Wellen in the far west of Wellen to the area close to the middle.

"I remember there was a hotel here that was built on a crossroads."

Berengar pointed to the intersection ahead.

"Beyond the crossroads is a village called Mobridale. In front of the village is a tree that hangs the dead."

"The Hanged Ghost Tree?" Lan En asked strangely, "Is it some kind of tree that has been cursed or turned into a monster by magic?"

"No." Berengar shrugged flatly.

"It's a big tree that grows tall, strong, and has lush branches, so the lords often use its branches as gallows."

“The bodies of prisoners were sometimes tied to ropes and left dangling from tree branches for days as a warning for breaking the law.”

"Don't tell me, that tree is really good. There must be more than twenty branches that are thick enough to hang people."

The old demon hunter said nonchalantly, while the young demon hunter frowned and listened.

This is still the dark and barbaric magical Middle Ages.

When traveling in different worlds, Lan En would not intervene in everything regardless of reason or circumstances.

For example, in the ancient Greek world in the nascent stage of civilization, Lan En did not break into the battle for hegemony between the two hegemons in the Aegean Sea.

More trips bring more insights and reflections.

Although Lan En was still unhappy hearing about things like "hanging" and "hanging corpses to deter crime," he was very clear-headed: he could not look at the current darkness in a way that was out of touch with the times and productivity.

It can be regarded as the embodiment of the dialectical world view of liberal arts students.

Lan En looked down at the velvet ball sitting in his arms again, only to find that the calico kitten also looked calm in Berengar's description. I just swallowed a little nervously.

However, I think it once introduced itself that it had participated in the territorial competition between different Deter groups. So this kind of endurance shown in a cruel environment is understandable.

When the two arrived at the hotel at the crossroads, sporadic raindrops were already falling from the thick dark clouds in the sky.

Lan En turned over and dismounted, patted Qilin's side and motioned for it to go around.

Anyway, this guy will definitely not stay peacefully in the hotel stables, so he might as well let him out. Just use the magic ring to call him back later.

Qilin ran away happily. It could even dive into the sea to eat kelp. The rain was as if it didn't exist.

Lan En has already put on his hooded cloak, and Velvet Ball is going out to play with Qilin.

A kitten wearing armor is still too eye-catching.

Berengar tied Poppy in the hotel stable, and then walked in with Lan.

The door made of wooden boards, still cracked due to poor craftsmanship, opened with a creak.

Lan En bent down and walked inside.

The tall figure immediately frightened the people in the hotel who looked this way.

They thought a troll had come in.

But Lan En's neatly-kept cloak showed that he was a human on the road.

The hotel at the crossroads is no different from other places, except that because of the large flow of people, it is more lively than the average village tavern.

The walls made of logs were hung with wreaths of flowers dedicated to Meritelli, and the colorful colors looked a little warm under the orange firelight.

There are also several hanging garlic and onions used as seasonings hanging beside the oven behind the tavern owner.

Wooden floors, wooden tables and chairs, and wooden counters are the cheapest and most trouble-free building materials in Willen.

The hotel owner had just put away a wooden plate that had been eaten clean, and without looking back, he stretched out his hand and threw some leftovers out of the window.

A dog whimpered happily from outside.

Then he wiped the soup on the wooden plate with a rag and placed it under the counter. This was considered clean.

The hotel owner glanced at Berengar and Lan En, then lowered his head and started busy again.

Although the two demon hunters were now wearing hooded cloaks, the sharp-eyed boss still saw the buckle on the cloak that fastened the collar at a glance.

Sterling silver buckle!

Silently, the boss mentally raised the prices of the items in his store.

"One round first?"

Berengar walked to the counter, turned to Lan En and asked. The young witcher nodded.

Then Berengar said to the boss: "First, let's have two strong drinks."

A small wooden cup big enough to be held in a tiger's mouth was placed on the table, rye vodka was poured into it, and the two demon hunters drank it in one gulp without caring.

This kind of regular strong liquor is just enough for a demon hunter. I really want to get drunk, or I have to drink a lot of it, or I have to add some ‘stuff’ to the wine.

After a round of drinks, Berengar began to order while looking at the ingredients hanging behind the hotel owner.

Don’t expect to have a formal menu in a small restaurant like this in the village. It’s normal to make whatever ingredients you want.

"Give us a roasted chicken, and a rabbit, with onions and carrots, and"

The boss wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, and followed Berengar's request to take down the ingredients hanging on the wall.

Lan En, on the other hand, had no intention of going to the counter to intervene because his body shape was too oppressive.

He found an empty table, put two stools together and sat down.

There was a table next to them playing Gwent, and another table chatting over glasses of wine.

Under the increasingly heavy rain outside, the dry and bright tavern was not clean, but it was still a good place to stay.

Berengar was still talking to his boss, and the old demon hunter's tone had become naturally relaxed and casual after time.

It also makes the listener feel relaxed.

but

The sound of "crash" sounded from the necks of the two demon hunters.

Berengar, who was speaking, suddenly stopped speaking, and Lan En, who was sitting at the table, also slowly turned his head.

The wooden door of the tavern creaked open again.