In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 109 The Trial Begins!
These things are purely for venting, venting the resentment and fear of the "witch"?
"Hey!"

Just as Ryan bowed his head in the crowd, frowning and thinking, he only heard a call coming from his ears, and then he heard the touch of a light pat on his shoulder.

He tilted his head in surprise.

I saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and eyes staring like copper bells, pursing his bloodless lips, and putting his bony hands on Ryan's shoulders.

He was wearing a bowler hat, with a hint of dark brown on his sideburns, his tall and pale nose was slightly wrinkled, and his eyes kept scanning Ryan in front of him.

"Sir, where are you from?"

With a hoarse voice, he asked curiously.

"I'm from outside."

Ryan turned his head to the side, looked at the well-dressed man with a haggard look, and responded lightly.

However, he had some doubts in his heart.

This man seemed a little different from most fanatical people around him.

At the very least, he didn't keep his eyes on the high platform, but swept around indifferently, and finally took root in Ryan again.

"Outside?"

"Sir, are you kidding me? A few months ago, the city lord activated the protective barrier, people inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in."

"How did sir get in?"

He curled his lips and said, "And, your clothes."

Ryan looked indifferent.

How many months?
In the memory of these people, the abnormality has lasted for several months?

The time of the outside world does not match at all.

"City lord, city barrier?" He secretly thought.

Under the influence of some force, this place has become an "overhead" era.

There is also such a mysterious thing as the city barrier.

"Operator Winston." A message came from the Demon Hunting Agency.

"These people's memories may have been [endowed], and someone has made these people [cognize] the huge impact of the magic formula in a reasonable form."

Is it changing the world view?
The absurd and bizarre magical things have become normal and more common.

".?"

So familiar, have I experienced it too?

Ryan was not only relieved, but also very understanding.

Ryan was still wearing a long black trench coat, a shirt inside, and trousers.

But the difference is that everything is far from the so-called modern craftsmanship, as if returning to Victorian England.

Black trench coat, linen shirt, gray trousers.

It's retro, but only a little.

In this place, in this city called Insel, no one would dress like this, but it's not particularly "outlandish"

In the minds of those whose memories have been tampered with.

Leaving the city, the outside world is rich and colorful, and there are not a few people who wear it like this.

obviously.

This resident identified Ryan as an "outsider".

"Willard Fran."

The man with an ugly face, as if he was about to die, caught Ryan's strange state at the moment. He cracked his mouth and smiled, revealing his yellow teeth covered with smoke stains.

"I'm a novelist and a tavern owner."

"I am very interested in you, sir. I think you will definitely bring me a lot of surprise material."

Willard slowly stretched out his withered hand.

"Lane Winster."

"A hunter."

Ryan slowly stretched out his hand and held the chicken paw in front of him.

His heart moved slightly, and before Willard recovered from the surprise of the word 'Hunter', he took a step ahead and asked with a calm expression:
"Is Mr. Willard not interested? The Witch Trial."

He was very meaningful, observing Willard's next words and deeds.

"Witch Trial?"

Willard regained his composure, and first gave him a strange look: "Hunter, interesting, did you pass through this cursed city to hunt and kill the witch?"

"I've seen quite a few hunters before, most of them are vagabonds who make up stories to cheat and drink."

Then he heard the word 'witch's trial' and suddenly laughed.

He turned his head, his eyes were indifferent and cold: "Let me point out some fallacies in your words, Mr. Lane, this scene is presented in front of you and me, and even these fools."

"It was the witch who was judged."

"It was the witch who judged others."

"It's still unknown."

Willard's voice was gloomy, and his tone was extremely sinister.

The corner of his mouth is slightly grinned, that is called a sarcasm, and it is a deep hatred that complements Sen Ran's eyes.

Similarly, it is also the deep and desolate feeling of grief as if something important has been lost.

"A witch judges others?"

Ryan looked at him quietly, thoughtful.

"Mr. Willard seems to have objections to the Witch Trial?"

He said calmly, his eyes froze on Willard first, scrutinizing the resentment on the haggard man's face, and then slowly turned his head away.

Looking around in silence, but the faces are full of respectful crowds.

This man named Willard stands out from the crowd. Compared with these people who are as fanatical as believers and have great enthusiasm for the "Witch Trial", he is inhumanly calm.

What did he lose?
The witch judges, or the witch judges others.

Ryan frowned, already vaguely guessing in his heart.

"Mr Lane."

Willard responded with a sneer, and said, "I don't know if you are a hunter or not. What are you hunting, whether it's killing people or wild animals? In this city, you will only see people who are more savage than any murderer."

He slowly closed his eyes.

Take a roll of parchment from your pocket.

"After you finish watching this bloody farce, come here and find me."

"I'll let you know how absurd and ridiculous the so-called witch trials are!"

Stuff the parchment into Ryan's hand.

Willard turned stiffly.

Limp away.

Ryan watched him go, eyes down.

Both of Willard's legs are covered by loose trouser legs, but as he walks in the wind, it is visible to the naked eye that the outline of one of his legs is obviously much slimmer.

Head down.

On the parchment, a series of house numbers were drawn.

"Modern characters? And this texture"

Inside the Demon Hunting Agency, someone muttered to the big screen: "It's not so much an era of fiction, but an era of stitching."

Ryan silently folded the kraft paper, put it in the pocket of the windbreaker, then turned around slowly, and continued to wait quietly for the start of the "Witch Trial".

"Damn, the atmosphere here is so nasty!"

A thin female voice came out of his arms.

Rafael recalled the unbearable experience.

even.

Maybe even worse than the brutality it once was!
Because, these people around are all extremely fanatical lunatics!
Lane patted her.

It didn't take long.

just listen-

"Boom!!!"

From nowhere, there was a loud bang.

It sounded like some kind of bell, very crisp and pleasant, but its sound quality was unusually weird, as if it had reverberated in some space first, and then spread out in a heart-stirring way, with a strange sense of depression.

Ryan's expression was quietly dignified at this moment.

The sound of the bell is so loud that it is melodious in this square. It is conceivable that the sounding device is probably nearby.

However, even with his inhuman hearing, he could only feel a faint tremor in his ears.

There is no way to trace the source of the bell!
Worse.

Ryan's blood began to boil!
His hands are clenched into fists, his desire to hunt is running high.

"It's the voice of God—"

He took a deep breath.

And just after the bell rang, all the crowd around Ryan, and even all the onlookers before and after, suddenly became short in stature under the crowd!
They all knelt down!

And when the heads of the dark crowd in front sank, and the obstacle that had blocked Ryan's sight was suddenly removed, he realized that there were still a group of people standing at the front of the crowd!

these people.
Tie up your long hair.

Most of them are petite, not as tall as men.

At this moment, they stood upright like zombies, and occasionally some figures were trembling.

woman!

Girls, women, even girls.

They just stood like that, even though the high platform covered with a big red carpet was empty, and even though the person who identified them as "witches" had not yet arrived, how could the long-standing horror in their hearts be reduced because of the undetermined date of death? a bit?
They are suspects!

An ordinary person suspected of being a witch.

They are also family members who accompany their sons, husbands, and fathers.

"Are these people really witches?"

"What did the witch do to make these people so enthusiastic about the trial ceremony?"

Ryan stood up straight, watching all this with cold eyes.

The women's family members knelt down behind them.

The kneeling of these people is not to shorten their bodies towards the "Witch Waiting for Judgment", but for the people who will be present next.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was the sound of extremely heavy footsteps.

The earth trembled accordingly.

This time, Ryan heard the source of the footsteps, and with his eyes, he could also catch the eye-catching figure walking out of the "Eye of Insel" in an orderly manner.

The bright silver armor is extremely dazzling in the sun.

A group of warriors wearing heavy armor and holding spears stepped out from behind the statue. Their steps and breaths were all in sync. Their movements were as uniform and regular as precision machinery.

Some of the soldiers quickly surrounded the high platform with the gallows, and at the same time, most of them held spears and surrounded the "suspected witch" at the front of the crowd.

The spears were sharp, with gleaming tips, and they were pointed at women and children.

Come to think of it, if any of these women tried to escape, the spear would pierce through their bodies, and they would suffer an unbearable stigma after death.

Such as: Witch's guilty conscience, etc.

Facing the bloody corpse, the people below who were once relatives will also burst out with wonderful admiration.

Really
Horror and ridiculous!
The coldness in Ryan's eyes almost solidified.

Because he knows that there is a "god" behind this!

And the witch who was judged was a living human being!
The Witch Trials continue.

On the side stairs of the high platform, three figures appeared.

Two men and one woman.

They walked onto the stage, and at the back of the gallows—closest to the huge eyeball behind them—sat on the chairs that three silver armored sergeants had brought for them.

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at their clothes.

The middle-aged man on the left, wearing a dark dress, exudes a sense of nobility and majesty above everyone else, his face is indifferent and solemn, and he can be seen as a high-ranking person.

Ryan remembered the "City Lord" mentioned by Willard just now.

The woman in the middle is wearing a simple moon white robe, and her face is hidden under the white veil, making it difficult to see clearly. However, seeing that she has just appeared on the stage with the person who is suspected to be the city lord, it is expected that she is also an important figure in this city.

When Ryan moved his eyes to the right and saw the clothes of the man on the far right, even he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Because, this person is wearing a "judicial wig".

"Judge?"

Ryan looked at the figure in a black robe but with a curly and exaggerated golden wig on his head, and whispered softly.

"interesting."

"The city lord, the judge."

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

The city lord and the judges are all ready, so for an event with some weird colors like "Witch Trial", doesn't it need a priest?

Coincidentally, I think that white robe looks like a mysterious woman.

"The city lord, the judge, and the priests are all alive."

But the next moment, Ryan looked away from the three who appeared first. At the same time, he squinted his eyes and looked at the last figure with great interest.

It was a girl, a little girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen.

She was wearing black boots and an extremely conservative black robe, which made her petite figure even more exquisite like a doll.

The forearm below the elbows swayed lightly with her steps, the pale complexion was illuminated by the golden sunlight, it did not look healthy, but showed a touch of stiffness like a corpse.

However, completely different from this unpopular complexion, she has a head of bright golden shawl curly hair that is more dazzling in the sun.

The face is as delicate and beautiful as a doll's. Although the skin is fair, it also reveals an indescribable coldness. The eyes are dark and shining with a cold light, but there is more emptiness in the eyes.

"Witch. Judge others."

For some reason, Ryan remembered Willard's words with strong hatred again.

This girl
who is it?

However, the whispers around quickly responded to Ryan's doubts.

"Saint."

After the girl came on stage, everything changed. Ryan listened to the whispers that sounded from all around. In those voices that were suppressed to the extreme, but full of respect, there was one and only this word.

Saint
Ryan looked around and looked at these ridiculous people, but his heart was dumbfounded.

There is unparalleled fanaticism and reverence on their faces.

Staring at the big round and horrifying eyes, he cast his eyes straight on the vicious and ferocious girl who looked like a cute doll in front of the gallows that seemed to be bubbling with blood.

In the eyes of the people, there is no light and no spirit, as if all the words that appeal to beauty, such as spiritual wisdom, aura, and air, are completely gone at this moment.

With that unblinking look, it seems that the spirit and soul in the eyes have been brutally torn apart.

Then it was burned away by a fire, and finally only the blindness and madness piled up by the ashes and dead voids remained.

(End of this chapter)