Chapter 998 980. Crush the ‘biscuit’


    ??Just when the little girl let out a shrill and frightened cry, the car owner himself was pinned in the mud and watched helplessly as his daughter was pinned down by a group of deserters and robbers on the road.


    “Are you going to take action?”


    A calm and hoarse voice appeared from not far away.


    Two witchers came here.


    ??Geralt asked Lan En next to him.


    The witcher had clearly arrived at the scene of the incident, but his relaxed tone as if he was aloof from the incident made many people present unconsciously stunned.


    Lane ignored Geralt''s words.


    ?his cloak drew a wavy arc in the air, and the man had already got off the unicorn''s back.


    He walked toward the messy road in silence.


    The large cloak hung down to his calf, and the cloak that wrapped the whole person did not reveal any emotional fluctuations.


    He said nothing, but the hostility was clearly evident.


    ??But the few deserters and robbers on the opposite side had no intention of turning around and running away even if they saw such a person walking toward them with hostility.


    Because they took narcotic powder.


    Lan En knew it just by looking at it.


    The pupils are abnormally dilated and excited, and the mucous membranes are irritated, causing uncontrollable runny nose and drooling.


    ?You can’t expect someone who has taken drugs to maintain even the most basic sanity, right?


    ??The bad-toothed man who held the little girl down pulled out an ax from his belt and rushed towards Lan En with a grin.


    Apparently, he is also a veteran who has killed many people.


    But the closer he got to Lan En, the smaller and thinner he seemed.


    ?The eyes that were too excited to focus under the influence of the drug suddenly stopped after a black shadow flashed for a moment.


    A big hand stretched out from under the cloak and grasped the head of the rotten-toothed man.


    When Lan En pressed the opponent''s head firmly with one hand, the hem of the cloak lifted up by his movement did not fall in the air.


    It wasn’t until the real power came into contact with the fragile body that the head controlled by the anesthetic powder seemed to regain a little sense.


    ??He wanted to swing the ax to chop his arm, but before he could put the idea into action, the severe pain from the top of his head made him scream and throw down the ax in his hand regardless, and instead pulled the palm of his head.


    But Lan En’s strength is no longer on the same level as ordinary people.


    What the Primaris Space Marines call ''crushing human skulls with the palm of their hands'' really means crushing human skulls with just the palm of their hands, a muscle that is not suitable for squeezing or even exerting force. .


    ? And when they thought about it, what would be the effect of pressing on a human skull with fingers that were actually meant for a firm grip?


    —similar to biscuits.


    “Uh ah ah!”


    ??The screams were no different from those of the donkey cart driver he killed just now, or even a little more miserable.


    ? Lan En''s fingers tightened, and Leader Rotten Tooth could clearly feel that the structure of his skull was approaching the limit of endurance.


    In the end, the person who was struggling wildly on Lan En''s arm suddenly became weak after a dull ''click'', leaving only occasional twitching.


    Lan En did not crush his head. There seemed to be old injuries on his head, which caused uneven force.


    Lan''s thumb and index finger were the first to pinch into his head, leaving a two-finger dent in his skull.


    ??But the depression of **** on the skull is enough to kill someone.


    The corpse fell from Lan En''s hand and fell into the mud with a "slap".


    There are five people in this group of deserters and robbers in total. They don’t seem to have taken as many drugs as the leader with rotten teeth. After all, the leader will keep the most anesthetic powder for himself.


    After understanding the gap and witnessing death, they finally began to flee.


    But the result is the same.


    ?? Lan En''s left hand moved five times, and the five [Alder Signs] inspired five projectiles, which opened holes in their bodies from a distance of tens of meters.


    There is no surprise. They are just a group of ordinary robbers. They have no extraordinary power or weird magic.


    ??Geralt calmly watched Lan En kill a group of deserters and robbers without any effort, but when Lan En approached the girl who was pressed down just now, he sighed softly.


    It is not difficult for people like them to kill people.


    ??Geralt was never worried about what happened just now.


    ?His confirmation before Lan En took action was just to persuade him.


    For ordinary civilians who have never killed anyone, the demon hunter who saved them may also be terrifying in their eyes.


    The civilians who had just been frightened saw those inhuman cat eyes and the murderer stained with blood.


    ??The first reaction of most of them was not to be grateful, but to scream hysterically and run away in the aftermath of panic.


    Looking at Lan approaching the little girl, Geralt was waiting for that scene to happen.


    Waiting for the father and daughter to be as frightened as seeing a monster when they saw Lan En, they shouted and ran away.


    Then he would pat his horse and come forward to comfort this powerful but still young witcher.


    ?Geralt shook his head. Is this considered a rule of thumb? ! Suddenly, Geralt, who was silent behind him, opened his eyes wide, as if he had encountered a night spirit.


    ?He stared blankly at the messy muddy ground in the distance.


    ? Lan En bent down and pulled the girl up from the ground. The girl did look frightened, but in front of Lan En, who was bending down.


    In front of that ‘giant’ who was tall enough to make people feel oppressive, he actually didn’t lose his mind at all.


    ??Although she cowered and sobbed without speaking, she never screamed and ran away from the witcher as if she was running away from the monster.


    ?The same goes for the car owner who was pushed to the ground just now.


    ??Geralt watched dumbly, while Lann helped the surviving father and daughter pull the donkeys, collect the bodies of the donkey cart driver, and some sellable goods.


    Finally, the owner of the car took Lan En''s hand, bowed with tears in his eyes, and led the donkey forward along the road.


    ?It wasn''t until Lan En got back on the Qilin''s back as if he had done something trivial and started walking forward again that Geralt came back to his senses in confusion.


    “You look like you’ve seen a day spirit at night, Geralt. What happened?”


    Lan En asked him calmly.


    ??Geralt pursed his lips and waited for a while before responding to him.


    “I went out to make money for the first time before or after becoming a witcher, and I also encountered what just happened.”


    “Then what? Did you show off your talents?”


    It can be seen that Lan is quite interested in Geralt''s past affairs.


    “No.” It was Geralt himself, with a dull voice.


    "The beginning is pretty much the same. A deserter who is robbing someone wants money, food, and preferably a woman, no matter how old she is. Or not, as long as there is a hole where he can relax."


    “There are people like this in every age and in every place. Of course, there are also victims, the farmer and his daughter who were stopped.”


    “The accident happened after I killed their leader.”


    "The girl''s father ran away with the attackers, and the girl was covered in the blood of the leading man. She vomited and was hysterical. When I walked over, she was even more frightened and fainted."


    ??Geralt turned his head and looked at Lan, who seemed to be unfazed. He was really just listening to the story with interest.


    “Since then, I have allowed myself to listen more to the voice of reason in my heart and rarely get involved in that kind of thing anymore.”


    "Oh?" Lan En heard what Geralt meant, but he didn''t care. Instead, he asked with a smile. "Is this the wisdom passed down from Kaer Morhen?"


    “Yes.” Geralt said bluntly.


    “Vesemir told me over and over again in Kaer Morhen not to get involved with this kind of thing, not to play wandering knight or to uphold the law. Don’t show off your skills, just work for money.”


    "But I wasn''t even fifty miles away when I got into the fray like a fool. Do you know why? I wanted the girl to weep with joy and kiss the hands of her savior, and her father to fall to his knees in gratitude."


    ?Lan En didn’t react at all and just spoke calmly.


    "Then you were disappointed, the rejection of the witcher and the fear of escaping death overwhelmed the gratitude. That''s not what the storybooks and poems say, is it? But it''s more than that."


    “You feel disgusted that you saved someone in an attempt to gain gratitude and honor. This feeling is heightened after the person you rescued screams and flees.”


    ?Geralt nodded, but then Lan En changed the subject.


    "But I don''t find it disgusting. Maybe it''s because we have different ideas, Geralt? I never bother with that. In my eyes, doing good is doing good. It''s perfectly reasonable to be grateful and rewarded for it."


    "I just want to stop things that I can''t stand happening. After I''m done, I don''t care whether the father and daughter are grateful or run away."


    ??Geralt looked at the young man next to him, and finally smiled and shook his head.


    "Yes, that''s the kind of person you are. No one except this kind of ''fool'' would immerse themselves in the war."


    “Come on, let’s talk straight. Did the girl see your face under your hood to keep her from running away screaming?”


    “On the one hand,” Lan En said with a smile, “If you were as attractive when you were young as you are now, maybe that girl wouldn’t be scared away by you?”


    ?Geralt shook his head helplessly.


    ??He also knows that he is relatively attractive among witchers, he is calm, handsome, strong, and has a mature and reliable temperament.


    ? Many women looking for excitement, even sorceresses, are interested in him.


    But his charm is different from Lan En''s beauty.


    ?That is a face that makes one lose consciousness just by looking at it.


    “On the other hand?” Geralt didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore and simply turned around. "The man can''t be because of this, right?"


    At this point, Lan En''s voice, which was still slightly smiling, became a little subtle.


    “Yes. It’s not because of this.”


    “What?” Geralt also heard that something was wrong.


    “The father recognized my identity as soon as he got up from the ground and said, ‘Heroes have come to save us.’”


    “Tsk tsk tsk.”


    ??Lan En''s hood came from under his hood with an interesting click.


    ?And Geralt also raised his eyebrows, realizing something was wrong.


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    (End of this chapter)