Bear School Astartes

Faced with Belengar's refusal, Lann did not react much, as it was expected.

So he just shrugged and said no more.

"Can you recommend any books on curses? Although your lectures aren't clear, I'm sure you remember some textbooks."

Regarding knowledge of monsters, as Lann's combat abilities improved and his alchemical knowledge became complete, the sense of urgency had gradually eased.

After all, if he could brutally hack them to death, their habits weren't that important.

But when it came to curses, where there was nowhere to exert strength, it still made Lann a bit anxious.

"Hmm... 'Magic Curse Master's Anthology'? I remember that's the name, written by the dean of Airetusa, Tishaya de Veris, and Marguerite Lox Andelie. This book delves deeply into their research on curses, described in a way that suits readers of all levels."

The familiar names made Lann raise his eyebrows.

"Did you learn about this book at Ker Morhan?"

"No, the book wasn't published at that time, I read it later on my own."

Lann discreetly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it wasn't hundreds of years ago.

But Belengar, after thinking for a while, said very confidently, "I read the first edition of this book forty years ago, yes, just over forty years ago."

Lann was first stunned, then clicked his tongue.

Rita had already published her book over forty years ago...

However, this thought lingered in Lann's mind for a while before disappearing.

Both warlocks and demon hunters have long lifespans, and a gap of decades seems significant to ordinary people. But from the perspective of those with longevity... five hundred years and five hundred forty years grouped together seem inconspicuous.

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The dark water at night was anything but calm.

Like the ancient city illusion that appeared when Lann first arrived, it was certainly a rare sight, but usually, on moonless, windless nights, water ghosts would come ashore.

Recently, there was even a noticeably different group of half-fishmen, entangled with water ghosts, roaming aimlessly along the shore, becoming frenzied at the sight of humans and animals, trying to tear them apart.

This was Lann's 'extracurricular activity.'

According to the half-fishmen priests by the Lady of the Lake's altar, these bizarre half-fishmen were the ones who abandoned their own faith, instead worshiping Da Gun, their kind.

Not only had their faith been twisted, but their bodies had also undergone organic lesions.

Before truly facing Da Gun, the half-fishmen priests conveyed the Lady's words to Lann.

The general idea was for him to first clear out these fallen half-fishmen.

On one hand, this behavior would weaken Da Gun.

On the other hand, he should improve his necessary spiritual adaptation when facing Da Gun by interacting with these mutated half-fishmen.

No matter if Veltrest truly regarded Lann as a friend, but the alchemical materials sent by Triss were indeed quite good and abundant.

While learning the formulas provided by Belengar, Lann needed to practice as he mastered each one.

Although generally successful on the first attempt, he accumulated dozens of magic potions, sword oils, and over ten various alchemy bombs.

The abundance of such supplies was unimaginable for ordinary demon hunters!

How many tasks did he undertake to dare such waste?

Just one bomb alone cost dozens of Oren; was he going to be broke?

Thanks to Lann's good relations with the King of Temeria now, otherwise, he wouldn't even dare to imagine it.

The alchemy pouch inherited from Bordeaux was now bulging.

It was apparent that when this alchemy pouch was made, no one imagined it would be filled one day.

"Happy hunting."

In the candle-lit tavern, Belengar raised his glass towards Lann, who tightened his armor clasps and prepared to head out.

Meanwhile, he held down Alia's head, who was about to secretly open the window to watch the battle scene.

The half-fishmen and water ghosts generally wouldn't enter the village; if they did, they mostly retreated frustrated by the thick wooden doors and beds.

The alchemy pouch hanging at his waist made Lann's tall figure seem a bit off balance.

Without turning back, Lann waved his hand behind him and walked out of the tavern door with his sword.

The innkeeper acted courteously throughout this process.

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Although he, like many villagers, clearly wasn't fond of demon hunters, he didn't know what this demon hunter had done in the Vizima city across the lake.

But who could refuse a warrior who hunted monsters for free?

Consequently, his attitude towards Belengar and Alia was consistently good.

From the alchemy pouch at his waist, he took out a bottle of "Cat" and guzzled it down.

The village's night, which was pitch black beyond ten steps, suddenly transformed into ultra-sensory vision.

The dim moonlight in his eyes was as bright as sunlight.

The alchemy pouch jingled due to his movements; Lann, pulling out the silver sword from his back, pondered whether to find Margaret afterward to ask her to enchant the pouch with expanded space magic.

Her lady's handbag looked like it could hold many things.

Lann's high-tier Bear School silver sword unconsciously twirled a bright sword flower in his hand.

Previously, he had used the steel sword so much, he almost forgot the feel of the silver sword.

On the lakeside beach, by the lady's altar, the half-fishmen priests were nowhere to be seen. Presumably, they had run away to avoid these fallen kindred and monsters.

After several encounters, Lann was sure that the fellow had no magic power, and did not appear to be a formidable figure in combat—purely a religious type.

The "woo-woo" cries of the half-fishmen and water ghosts blindly roamed around, while Lann entered their alert range directly.

Suddenly, as if triggered by an alarm, these previously directionless creatures abruptly turned, glaring at the approaching demon hunter with blood-red eyes.

Then... "Waaah!!!"

A large group of water ghosts and half-fishmen merged, drooling, and charged towards Lann.

Lann coldly watched the mindless creatures' roaring advance.

The sword flower in his hand suddenly vanished in a blur of acceleration, leaving only a strikingly bright residual image in the air.

Sharp, and swift.

Due to the extreme speed, the residual image's sword body visually appeared bent!

A row of monsters blocking the residual image, a total of four water ghosts.

Amidst the teeth-grating sound of flesh and bones tearing, they were cleanly severed into two halves.

Due to the sheer speed of the sword, the sound overlapped. What should have been a crisp longsword slash, now sounded like chopping beef bones on a cutting board!

After delivering a sword strike, Lann precisely dodged the monsters' chaotic swipes.

During his heavy yet swift movements, he circled twice, causing the monsters to unwittingly gather together.

Lann reached into the alchemy pouch at his waist, and took an alchemy bomb in his hand.

Following the Mentos-marked trajectory on his retinas, Lann gently tossed it, and the alchemy bomb exploded above the monster crowd.

With a "bang," yellow and green gases descended.

The alchemy bomb "Dragon's Dream," when exploded, released flammable and adhesive gases, achieving exceptional combustion effects paired with the Igni Magic Seal.

Without even needing a formal Igni Magic Seal, Lann merely snapped his fingers, using only the power of lighting a candle to activate Igni.

The next moment—

A sea of flames erupted!

With a "boom," the village briefly brightened.

Amid the fiery shadows cast, Lann quietly watched the struggling monsters in the inferno.

The previous battle was merely a warm-up for him.

The truly difficult part came after the slaughter.