MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 10 rage and analysis completed

Chapter 10 10. Anger and analysis completed

 “Profit for you? That’s an interesting word.”

  Does not regard him as a living person, on the contrary. This word only refers to him as a tool, just like a sword, a pair of gloves, or a dung fork.

 Personality, dignity. Everything we once took for granted has been crushed into insignificant crumbs in this word.

Lan En even chuckled at this.

 But his amber cat eyes were as cold as ice.

Bourdon saw it clearly, but he didn't care at all.

 He is almost dead, what else can he do?

He saw that the apprentice who killed him was now angry because of his words, and even a little happy.

At the end of his life, the witcher experienced emotions again, so he had a strong conversation.

Every time he opened his mouth, blood would flow out with fragments of internal organs, and the blood would tangle his beard into an ugly mess.

 But he still had no intention of stopping.

"What about you, Lan En? Why do you want to kill me here?"

　　Bordon’s mouth was bleeding and he laughed bloody.

"Please, don't say anything about 'getting rid of my oppression and use'. Look at your skills in the battle just now, Lan En. Precision, speed, and stability. In the castle of the Bear School, Hainkawehe , not many novice demon hunters who have undergone complete training can achieve your level!"

 “Seriously, the speed of your progress scares me.”

"My oppression and use will make you uncomfortable, but death? It's far from good for you! Compared with the teaching and protection I give you, my negative effects are not worth the risk of being killed by me. Share life and death with me."

 Bordon shook his head playfully.

"I'm about to die, but you should do your best and tell me why I was killed, right?"

 Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking at his mentor. Now this extremely majestic man began to stutter even when he spoke.

"Do you remember why you are wanted, Bordon?"

 Two lives.

Bourdon didn’t have any trouble recalling it, because it was indeed not that far away in time.

 That is, before Lan En completes his mutation.

In a tavern in a village, two drunken farmers came to provoke a despicable witcher, and then had two necks chopped off at once.

Farmers with **** in their heads just can’t understand that witchers endure their scorn and contempt because they want to make money safely, not because they are unable to resist.

 Bourdon has almost reached his limit. Due to the loss of blood, his mind has begun to wander.

 The only thing holding him up now is his desire for Lan En's answer.

 “Is it because of those two farmers?”

 His body was chilling, but Bordon just wanted to laugh.

 Two farmers.

 He once received commissions from nobles in a magnificent palace.

Also received missions from mages in the dark and profound mage tower.

He has killed countless people and monsters in his life, and has traveled more roads and seen more of the world than the five generations of a farmer's family combined.

 Now, the person who killed him told him - you lost your life just because of two farmers!

 “Shit!”

 This is unreasonable.

 This is unreasonable no matter how you think about it!

 But Lan En was right in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile, and told him clearly - that's what happened.

"You just can't figure it out, can you? They are just two farmers digging in the fields with cow dung on their feet. They are dirty, rude and despicable. Why should I have to fight for life and death with you for them?"

Lan smiled and moved closer to Bordon.

“My teacher, before I completed my mutation and became the witcher that people shun, we were already together in the rural woods of Velen, weren’t we?”

 “We met the respected village elders.”

 Hand one finger up.

 “We rescue the merchants driving their carriages on the road.”

 Hand up two fingers.

“We are also asking in many villages if there are commissions for monster hunting.”

 Three fingers raised.

“But has there ever been a time, even just once, where people have asked, ‘Witcher, what is your relationship with this young man next to you?’”

Lan En smiled half-heartedly in front of Bordon's eyes, then put all his fingers back into his palms and clenched them into fists.

 “Not one, teacher.”

"Even though people are doing everything they can to slander witchers and non-human races. Of course, I can tell that most of them are slanders stemming from ignorance and fear. But when they actually saw a person who was led by a witcher, Behind the young people around me, no one wanted to say a word."

“Even if they just informed the local lord? Not even that.”

“Of course I understand that no one wants to cause trouble. After all, living in this world is really hard and dangerous. But...”

“Just when I was about to accept the reality, two farmers asked this question.”

Lan En spread his hands with a helpless expression.

But Bordon, who had gradually lowered his eyelids, regained his strength under his words and looked at him.

The smile on Lan En's face gradually disappeared, and his relaxed expression was like water droplets being baked on an iron plate.

 Even the process of dissipation was explosive and shocking.

Now, there is only solemnity and seriousness on that delicate face. That expression did not seem to be telling the story of two peasants. Even if the ballad about the emperor was played in the court, it would not be more solemn than it is now.

Bourdon's eyes widened in shock at this emotional turn.

“Two farmers, their feet were stained with cow dung and mud, their mouths reeked of cheap homemade wine, and their tongues were tied.”

"But it was them, only them, who held your shoulders down in the tavern in Oriden, then pointed at me and said, 'Maoyan, whose child did you steal? You have to let him go, or we Gonna go to the Sheriff'."

 Two pairs of cat eyes looked at each other, and Bordon had never felt such a clear emotion - anger.

 A grand rage!

The apprentice pronounced the cause of his death to his teacher carefully and word by word.

 “Then you cut them, so I decided to cut you.”

"I don't know them at all, and I haven't even spoken to them. But they spoke for me and paid the heaviest price. Then I have to collect debts for them. In our area, this is self-evident. reason."

　　Bordon was stunned.

Like seeing a **** from the scriptures, or some kind of extinct monster, he was surprised by something he had never seen before and never believed in.

 “What, even if you might die in my hands?”

Lan En, on the other hand, nodded calmly.

“Before surviving the mutation, I would have hesitated, but after the narrow escape...yeah, that’s me.”

Bordong slowly lowered his head as if he didn't understand.

The movement was so stiff that Lan En even thought he had died from excessive bleeding.

 But then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan En's face.

“You are not from this world, are you, Lan En? What brought you here was not a teleportation accident, but a celestial sphere convergence.”

 The young man was startled when he heard this, but then he regained his relaxed demeanor.

"Why do you say that?"

 There was no one else around, so Lan En couldn't admit anything.

Bordong's eyes were filled with frightening emotions, and Lan En couldn't tell what was mixed in them.

 Hate? Yearn for? envy? Admire?

There is everything, but mixed together, it seems like there is nothing.

"Your world must be as beautiful as heaven. So much so that you think that this variant of chivalry that you believe in is a self-evident truth."

“Cherish life and value feelings. Hey, haven’t you seen similar people fighting each other with your own eyes?”

Bordon’s voice was soft and erratic, as if he was exploring some unknown distant place.

 Lan replied calmly.

“We have only been peaceful for less than a hundred years, four generations.”

“Ha, I am one hundred and thirty years old this year. In less than a hundred years, I can keep the **** truth away from your heads. It would be a **** wonderful world.”

Bordong smiled dryly and slowly lowered his head again. This time Lan En could tell clearly that his blood was really drained.

The question just now was the last strength of this demon hunter's life.

"Alchemy bag with compartments. Those are mine, a few storage rooms, some money. Go find them, repair this armor, and give it to you."

 The cat's eyes began to spread, and Bordon's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

 Lan En nodded calmly to show that he heard. "Why do you want to help me?"

 "Help you? Hey, this isn't about helping you, Lan, no"

“For our enemies, our world has always cursed them to hell. But for you, you have been sent down from a heaven.”

 “You are in **** now.”

　　"Lan En, I curse you. I curse my enemy to live a long and safe life in this world. I curse my enemy to be able to stick to his morality and will."

 In the end, a majestic man's voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.

“Because just by living here, you will definitely feel the pain continuously. It’s so interesting, hehe, hey.”

Lan En, on the other hand, looked at his teacher calmly from beginning to end.

 In this world where chaotic magic is distributed in a staggered way, the activation of magic is unreasonable.

In a place where magic is disordered, perhaps a confession of love or a roar filled with hatred can become a curse. It has the effect of a fairy tale.

Did Bordon's curse succeed? After all, not far away, there is a mist of unknown origin that is full of magical power.

Lan En hasn’t learned it yet, he doesn’t understand. But fortunately, he doesn't care either.

He lowered his head and saw that the pool of blood at his feet was so deep that it had gathered into a large area and could even reflect the shadows of people and light.

The young man looked at his blood-red reflection and chuckled indifferently.

 “Yes, teacher”

 “I’m already in hell.”

Lan En stretched to his heart's content, then reached out and took off the roaring bear head necklace from his mentor's neck, and hung it around his own neck.

At this moment, a soft sound sounded in Lan En's brain.

It is an intelligent voice with a neutral timbre.

 It says, "Sir, the parsing is complete."

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