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Chapter 23. Banquet, Fork Tricks · Oct 08, 2026

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1 Chapter 1. Lann 2026-10-08
2 Chapter 2. The Unexpected Child 2026-10-08
3 Chapter 3. Malicious Ghost, Turtle-shaped Stone 2026-10-08
4 Chapter 4. Two Bears’ Sword 2026-10-08
5 Chapter 5. Attack! 2026-10-08
6 Chapter 6. Rebellion 2026-10-08
7 Chapter 7. Perfect Mutation 2026-10-08
8 Chapter 8. An Unsurprising Choice 2026-10-08
9 Chapter 9. Accidental Law 2026-10-08
10 Chapter 10. Fury and Analysis Completed 2026-10-08
11 Chapter 11. Mentos, Genetic Seeds 2026-10-08
12 Chapter 12. Leave 2026-10-08
13 Chapter 13. Naked Value 2026-10-08
14 Chapter 14. The Demon Hunter’s Dilemma 2026-10-08
15 Chapter 15. Village Elder 2026-10-08
16 Chapter 16. The Perfect Balance Between Morality and Utility 2026-10-08
17 Chapter 17. The Value of ’Safety 2026-10-08
18 Chapter 18. Hold the Power 2026-10-08
19 Chapter 19. Bear School Swordsmanship 2026-10-08
20 Chapter 20. Hunter Bernie 2026-10-08
21 Chapter 21. Skill Analysis 2026-10-08
22 Chapter 22. Learning Surgery 2026-10-08
23 Chapter 23. Banquet, Fork Tricks 2026-10-08
24 Chapter 24. Tailor 2026-10-08
25 Chapter 25. Dangerous Forest 2026-10-08
26 Chapter 26. Magic Seal Auxiliary Function 2026-10-08
27 Chapter 27. Swamp Witch 2026-10-08
28 Chapter 28. Fire Tornado 2026-10-08
29 Chapter 29. Philip Strong 2026-10-08
30 Chapter 30. Dunham’s Cannibalism Case 2026-10-08
31 Chapter 31. Crisis of Faith 2026-10-08
32 Chapter 32. Ghoul 2026-10-08
33 Chapter 33. Clue 2026-10-08
34 Chapter 34. Recovery 2026-10-08
35 Chapter 35. Capture the Cannibal 2026-10-08
36 Chapter 36. Execution by fire, bounty conversion 2026-10-08
37 Chapter 37. Gos Velen 2026-10-08
38 Chapter 38. Blacksmith Apprentice 2026-10-08
39 Chapter 39. Airetusa’s Movement 2026-10-08
40 Chapter 40. Full Set of School Armor 2026-10-08
41 Chapter 41. Look at my bear’s strength! 2026-10-08
42 Chapter 42. Alchemy Materials 2026-10-08
43 Chapter 43. Sudden Change 2026-10-08
44 Chapter 44. Cavalry First Encounter Kill 2026-10-08
45 Chapter 45. Surgery 2026-10-08
46 Chapter 46. Bolt from the blue 2026-10-08
47 Chapter 47. Case Confluence 2026-10-08
48 Chapter 48. It’s time to bleed. 2026-10-08
49 Chapter 49. Near Condell 2026-10-08
50 Chapter 50. Kill all the people who want to harm me. 2026-10-08

Chapter 23: 23. Banquet, Fork Tricks

They spent the entire day clearing the surrounding waters.

In sync with the fishing times of the Auridon villagers.

The duo of Lann and Bernie expanded the safe area of the village fishing grounds by approximately five kilometers to the east.

During this period, nearly twenty Water Ghosts were slain by the silver sword.

The process of each hunt was identical to the first: after landing, Bernie led the tracking, while Lann observed this craft from behind.

Upon encountering Water Ghosts, the Demon Hunter was responsible for the battle, and in the end, Lann still broke the corpse of the Water Ghost to pieces.

Twenty Water Ghosts together could easily massacre the villages in Velen.

But fortunately, these Water Ghosts were scattered, and the group of five seen for the first time was the largest; otherwise, the young Demon Hunter would really have a headache.

When the sun was about to sink into the surface of Lake Fick, the two returned to the village together.

As Bernie’s small boat just approached the village harbor, this fisherman and hunter raised an eyebrow.

”Hey.” He called softly, signaling the Demon Hunter sitting at the bow with his back turned to look back.

Under the dimming light, the village harbor was bustling with people.

Ordinarily, people should have gone home by now, or gathered in the tavern, but instead, they were all gathered at the pier.

Some were absent-mindedly weaving fishing nets, others sat on barrels swinging their legs. Old Allen stood at the front, puffing on his tobacco.

When people saw the small boat approaching, they cheered loudly, each dropping whatever absent-minded task they were engaged in.

They immediately crowded over, each craning their necks to look into the boat.

Old Allen stood at the front.

”Water Ghost ears! So many Water Ghost ears!”

The stench and the dirty blood didn’t trouble him at all; his excited shout elicited a large cheer from the crowd.

This was the first time Lann, in this world, was welcomed ashore as if he were a hero.

Old Allen’s hand slapped hard on the young man’s shoulder armor.

”I never thought...” He seemed a bit tongue-tied at this moment.

”I really didn’t think you were telling the truth!”

Even though Lann had tried hard to interact with them in a way that aligned with the local mindset, and despite doing this much preparation... the distrust of Demon Hunters still existed among the people.

This was caused by years and years of racial atmospheres.

But now... what does it matter?

The young man also heartily returned Old Allen’s gesture, the gloved hand slapping the old man on the back, causing him to cough.

But even so, the old man and the surrounding villagers still laughed loudly.

Trust had been established.

The yearning for a better tomorrow could dilute all sorts of baseless hatred and discrimination.

”Sorry, truly sorry, Lann.” Old Allen had to shout close to Lann’s ear amidst the cheering to ensure he was heard.

”For my, for Auridon’s villagers’ doubts about you, come on, my friend, I have to buy you a big drink!”

”Royal Vizima?”

”Royal Vizima!”

So the men and women of the village laughed together and surged into that small tavern.

~~~~~~

The small tavern wasn’t large, so in the dim night, just a few candles were enough to provide illumination.

Usually supported by only a few fishermen, today the little tavern welcomed a crowded and lively business day.

Even a few women had brought instruments from home, and to Lann, the sound of these instruments was similar to flutes.

The tune was cheerful and melodious, and even though it repeated, it didn’t feel annoying.

At the table, the young man downed a large gulp of golden Royal Vizima beer.

This beer’s fermentation was overseen by professional brewmasters from the Temerian Capital—Vizima.

The timely addition of hops gave the perfectly fermented alcohol a touch of refreshing bitterness.

”Bang!” The half-full wooden beer mug was smashed onto the table, the young man licking at the beer foam at the corner of his mouth, not quite satisfied.

A voice echoed in his mind.

”Sir, if I may. I really didn’t expect anyone to want to add honey while drinking beer...”

”Mentos, shut up!”

”Yes, sir.”

The smart brain complied smoothly.

How many times have I told you! Can you really call a stress response a unique taste?!

The interaction with the intelligence system ended quickly, and sitting opposite Lann, Old Allen held a glass of cheap homemade wine, chuckling as he pointed out the bartender to Lann.

”Bill is cleaning the Water Ghost’s right ear you brought back.”

The young man followed the direction of the pointing finger, seeing the bartender not only cleaning the ear but amusingly nailing the polished ear to the wooden wall behind him.

”When I came in, Bill told me that this tavern would be called ’Water Ghost’s Right Ear’ in the future.”

Lann raised an eyebrow, ”What a pity, I can’t charge him royalties from this name.”

Old Allen laughed heartily, then emptied his glass of wine in one gulp, letting out a long breath.

”Whew—I must head back now, the banquet won’t last much longer, and Bill’s stocks are almost drained. You can still catch a meal if you return soon.”

Lann shrugged indifferently, gesturing Old Allen to go ahead.

But the old man lifted his butt, then seemingly thought of something else, his expression conflicted as he again sat down, leaning closer to the young man.

”Lann, um... can you in the future... not perform your fork trick in front of my wife?”

”Fork trick? Oh, you mean the time I threw a fork at a rat?”

Bernie, standing not far away, keenly heard the words ”trick” and took his seat beside them, eager to hear the fun.

”Trick? What trick are you guys talking about?”

The fisherman and hunter finally removed his long leather gloves.

Lann chuckled lightly, bringing the glass to his mouth, while Old Allen’s expression twisted a bit.

”He threw a fork and hit a rat during dinner yesterday.”

”That’s it?” Bernie pursed his lips abruptly as if suddenly losing interest. ”I could do that too. Though rats are slippery and delicate, I can still do it if I get a bit closer.”

Old Allen continued to focus on Lann, ignoring Bernie.

”Oh yes, you could do it. But it wouldn’t be during dinner time, nor would the rat be four or five meters away from your single candle at home.”

Bernie’s mouth slowly widened and his head gradually turned towards Lann beside him.

His hand holding the glass froze in mid-air.

The young man merely shrugged.

”I thought it would be quite entertaining.”

”I do find it amusing indeed,” Old Allen said with visible discomfort on his face.

”If there’s nothing to do, I could watch you throw forks all day... but don’t do this in front of Hibona again. She didn’t even dare to come to the gathering today and hung a rabbit’s foot by our bed.”

”Hey, rabbit’s foot is useless against magic, curses, monsters... basically useless against anything.”

Lann kindly reminded him.

Old Allen frantically scratched his head, ”I know, but isn’t it just to give her peace of mind? Besides...”

”You’re a good person, Lann. We have no reason to be so wary of you.”

The village elder continued scratching his head, but Lann’s drinking motion paused briefly.

Bernie, oblivious to everything, chimed in, ”Indeed, Lann, you’re a righteous person.”

The slightly bitter beer at this moment felt to have a wonderfully sweet aftertaste in the mouth.

The young man’s lips unconsciously curled into a smile: ”What else can I say? Old Allen, your rat truly is lucky.”

”Haha! Then it’s all settled! When you get back, eighteen Water Ghost’s right ears, eighteen Auridon coins, cash on hand!”

Lann raised his glass, toasting to Old Allen.

Old Allen finally got off the bench, walking out of the tavern.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the tavern, a young voice pierced through the layers of noise, captured by the Demon Hunter’s senses.

”Isn’t it only natural for monsters to kill monsters? Earning money by swinging a sword, what’s the difference from being a murderer, a robber?!”

The voice carried a sense of resentment.

In the Demon Hunter’s ears, that corner of the tavern fell suddenly silent for a brief moment upon hearing these words.

But soon after, seemingly trying to mask the young voice, other sounds in the corner began to speak loudly, laugh, sing.

Apart from this corner and the Demon Hunter, no one else heard such a statement in the tavern.

Lann’s lips pressed together while no one guessed a Demon Hunter’s hearing was this acute.

He could easily stand up now, pinpoint the source of that young voice.

The villagers who regarded him as a hero would certainly take his side too.

But he sighed, choosing not to do so.

Because he recognized that young voice, named Little White.

The last surviving orphan of villagers killed by Bordeaux.

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