Chapter 72: protect the home
"Mystery: Key of the Star(
"monster?"
Hearing the key words, Canterbury nodded immediately and affirmed: "Where, can you take me to see it?"
"Come with me," said the old woman.
As they walked, the old woman said to Canterbury and Ignatius: "My chickens have been disappearing since a week ago. Those monsters are only taken one at a time. You must help me catch that monster. arrive!"
Chicken-stealing monsters?
Only take one at a time?
With the linguist in his hand, Igna naturally understood the old woman's words.
But the old woman's words puzzled him.
What monster steals chickens one at a time? Are there any monsters in this world who know how to restrain themselves, do not attack people, but only attack "one chicken"?
"Did the monster leave any traces?" Canterbury looked down at the old woman.
"Of course there is," the old woman said. "The footprints left by the monster looked like wolves."
"But that monster is definitely not a wolf." The old woman raised her head and tried to look at Canterbury's face, but she failed, she could only look at Igna.
She said to Igna, "Because the footprints looked like some monster walking on the hind legs of a wolf."
What? Two-legged wolf?
Igna's spirit was a little tense.
Is there any extraordinary creature that walks upright with the hind legs of a wolf?
Igna frowned and searched for the knowledge in his mind, but found no similar information.
However, he did not feel that the old woman was talking nonsense. After all, there are extraordinary forces in this world. Maybe some kind of demigod can make such a synthetic creature.
But then again, if there really is a similar synthetic creature, will he come to a village to steal chickens? And only steal one at a time?
Igna thought, and Canterbury also showed a thoughtful expression.
"Don't have any doubts about my judgment." The old woman snorted, and she raised her chin, "I tell you, my husband was the most prestigious hunter in the village before his death, so my identification result will definitely not be wrong. ."
"If it was a wolf, I would definitely kill it myself. Where would I entrust a foreigner." The old woman exclaimed, "It must be a monster!"
"Will I see the footprints then?" Canterbury pondered slightly. "I'm always trying to find a way to find that monster."
"Whatever you want," said the old woman, "I'll only pay you if you kill that monster anyway."
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Then Ignatius and Canterbury came to the old woman's house.
Around the house were a few low stone walls, no more than waist high... Ignatius' waist. Chickens are kept free-range in the yard.
The height of the stone wall is impenetrable for chickens, but it cannot stop other animals.
There was some grass in the house, but there was also muddy ground, and the smell of chicken **** and feed was touching.
However, the courtyard was kept clean. If the smell is excluded, then the sunshine, grass, chicken coop in this yard is a beautiful picture of the countryside.
Igna was watching the hut, and Canterbury was already examining it carefully in the chicken coop.
Then she crouched down in front of a muddy field where Ignat couldn't see any difference.
"It is indeed a wolf's footprint, but it doesn't feel right." Canterbury stared at the trace in front of him and whispered.
"What's wrong?" Igna asked softly.
His common sense in this area is indeed lacking.
Canterbury glanced at him and answered any questions: "The angle of exertion, the habit of walking, the shape of the ground...all are not right."
"…"
Igna coughed awkwardly.
"There are clues, do I need to use divination to find the location of the 'monster'?"
"No." Canterbury shook his head.
She stood up without hesitation, and then jumped out of the stone wall with ease.
Igna could only follow behind her.
What kind of method does Canterbury have?
It may still be possible to use reasoning in the city, but the reasoning related to the wild and beasts is indeed a bit stretched for Ignatius.
He stopped and walked behind Canterbury. Canterbury squatted down again only after the two had crossed a small bush a hundred meters outside the house together.
She reached out and pushed away the grass, revealing the soil underneath.
At this time, since there was no interference from other traces, Igna could easily see the shape of the wolf's footprints. At the same time, next to the wolf footprints, he also saw some smaller human footprints.
"Aboriginal boots," Canterbury murmured to himself, "and there is no sign of struggle."
Canterbury raised his eyebrows and gave a rare smile.
"Interesting," she said.
Igna raised his eyebrows too. His judgment was in line with Canterbury, and from the depth of the footprints and the density of the steps, the wolf was accompanied by two children no more than ten years old.
No sign of struggle. And judging from the footprints of the children, they lingered and waited here for a long time.
So, here are two children waiting for the "wolf", and a "wolf" who steals a chicken and walks on two feet.
Igna understood what Canterbury meant by "interesting."
He meditated on the answer to the question, flipped a coin and made a divination, and got a positive answer.
Canterbury raised an eyebrow at Ignatius when he heard the question in his mind.
The two did not speak, but tacitly followed the footsteps of "Wolf" and the child and walked forward.
After crossing a small stream, the two came to a small wood 200 meters away from the village. There is a tent there.
There were a few children the two of them had just met, and the smell of ghoul powder remained around the tent.
"Ah! It's a witcher!" Several children who were chatting stood up.
But neither of them ran away, but looked up at Canterbury and Ignatius.
"Praise Mister Fool!" They greeted Canterbury and Igna in the Giant language they had just learned.
Unlike in the village, when they recited this "spell", their voices were particularly loud.
Igna couldn't help but smiled and drew a prayer gesture on his chest.
Canterbury folded his hands, looked at the overjoyed children, and said expressionlessly, "We came here after the footprints of monsters that stole chickens."
Sure enough, the faces of the children changed.
One of the little girls pouted and muttered in a low voice, "It's just a few skinny chickens, do you need to make such a fuss?"
"The old lady didn't like them anyway, and kept yelling at them."
Canterbury raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Igna was also noncommittal.
"Why are you in the forest?" Igna asked. "Where are your parents?"
He pays more attention to this issue.
He had noticed from just now that there were no traces of adults around, and it seemed that there were only children.
"Caught by the soldiers." A little boy stood up. He was wearing sackcloth clothes and his face was dirty like a tabby cat. "By those Loen soldiers," he said.
"…"
His words immediately silenced Igna.
This seems to be exactly what the boy wants to achieve.
He no longer looked at Igna, but at Canterbury, and continued: "We were crossing the river, but were found by the Loen soldiers. We kept running... But because Mom and Dad were carrying bags, they Just tell us to go first."
"And you stayed here?" Canterbury took Ignatius's words.
"Yes, we found a lot of things in the forest, and we even 'borrowed' some things from the village." The little boy said with a smile.
"Halena knew about our situation and gave us some 'magic powder'. So, life is pretty decent."
Canterbury fell into another brief silence. She pondered for a while, looked around at the three children, and asked.
"Then who can answer the question about wolf footprints for me."
"Me!" The little bald head who had not spoken just now jumped out.
"Dad once hunted a wolf and gave each of us a wolf paw." The little boy puffed out his chest proudly, "We tied the wolf's paw to our shoes. Then we disguised ourselves as wolves to steal chickens. Mark of."
"Because we know that wolves will steal chickens!" The boy raised his eyebrows excitedly.
"Yes. Wolves will steal chickens." Canterbury nodded and added blankly, "But generally, not one at a time."
"Eh..." The children were stunned. Obviously this is beyond their comprehension.
Canterbury looked around at the children again, and asked solemnly:
"You can't make a living by stealing other people's things, and it's too dangerous in the wild. Have you ever thought about asking someone for help?"
"Who can help us? Who can take us in?" said the little boy. "Harena asked her mother, and her mother couldn't do anything."
"However, with Harena's help. And 'magic powder', we can go deep into the forest," the boy said. "We can hunt, wear animal skins, and build tents out of leaves..."
"…"
"…"
The children scrambled to share their thoughts with Canterbury, and Canterbury could not help but fall into silence.
She and Igna listened quietly to the children's plans for the future. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
After a long while, she took out two other packs of dispelling powder from the small bag and gave them to the children.
"Okay, for the sake of your plan, be sure to pay attention to safety."
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"Is that the end of it?"
After saying goodbye to the children and leaving the grove, Igna spoke to Canterbury again.
After he heard that the children were displaced because of the "Luen soldiers", he was no longer in the position to speak. But children stealing for a living is obviously not a long-term solution.
"Of course not," said Canterbury.
"We can convince the old woman to take in these children." Canterbury looked back at Igna, as if confirming, but also as if telling, "The old woman has no children, she may be willing to be the children's. new parent."
Igna was stunned and nodded.
He noticed this when he was investigating near the house just now. Whether it's the clothes drying outside the old woman's house or the signs on her body, it shows that she has lost her husband and no children.
It's really a double-edged sword.
Igna thought for a while, took out a gold coin from his arms, and threw it into the air.
Canterbury did not stop Igna, but looked at the back of his hand expectantly, waiting for his result.
Igna opened his palm, and when he saw the golden numbers on the coin, he couldn't help smiling, and drew a prayer gesture on his chest.
"Praise the kindness of Mr. Fool."
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Note: Adapted from "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt" small copy branch: Empty chicken coop. In order to conform to the mysterious world view, some adjustments have been made.
In addition, after the two copies of The Witcher 3 are written, no adaptation copies will be written later. Except for the lines that have been buried, I will make up all the content that follows.