In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 112 Action
After a long time, Willard finally regained his emotions. A smile appeared on his paper-pale face, and he said slowly, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Ryan shook his head wordlessly.

Willard looked at him, and slowly closed his eyes: "At that time, I went crazy, I wanted to rush up and save her, and I also wanted to kill that woman who confuses the public!"

"But, I'm just an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person who runs a tavern and writes the stories of visitors from all over the world."

"I am no match for the city defenders at all. They easily pushed me to the ground, and I can only watch everything happen in front of everyone's eyes in despair and helplessness."

"I want to tell everyone that my wife is not a witch."

"However, that horrific scene happened in front of everyone, how can I deny all of this."

"So, I tortured myself crazily to prevent myself from falling asleep, and took advantage of the night to go to the station of the city guard."

Hearing this, Ryan moved the cup aside.

"Have you gone to steal the potion?"

"Yes."

"At that time, I firmly believed that the potion turned my wife into a devil, so I took advantage of the thick fog in the night to sneak into the garrison of the city defenders, only to find that they didn't rest at all!"

"However, fortunately, these people have to wash their bodies at a uniform time every night before patrolling and hunting monsters."

"I got into the sewer pipe and stole two tubes of medicine."

Ryan wrinkled his nose.

Before hunting, wash the body?
Is this some sort of ritual?

"You know what happened next."

"My efforts are in vain. The medicine will not work on me or that woman."

"During the Witch Trial, I injected the potion in front of everyone, but there was no change except for being dizzy and suffering from the pain of being beaten and breaking a leg by those defenders."

Willard said bitterly.

"Since the injection is okay—"

"The so-called saint."

"She's a big suspect, isn't it?"

"For example—transform the person you believe in in your heart into an evil ghost."

Ryan glanced at Willard and said.

"exactly!"

"That witch, the suspicion is too great."

Willard suddenly nodded, and said solemnly: "How can a person become a monster for no reason!?"

He took a deep breath: "You are an outsider, you may not know her past, the witch's identity is a mystery, she is an orphan, and just a few years ago, she has shown a different side from ordinary people. "

"Oh?"

"Appreciate further details."

Ryan was a little curious.

"She accurately predicted that there would be wild beasts attacking the village in the mountains. Just when everyone was skeptical, the city lord ordered the city defenders to dispatch immediately to protect the village. Just one day later, a large number of wild wolves appeared in the mountains and forests. .”

"She also predicted under a fine weather with clear skies that the dam would burst the next day, but it was clear that there was no sign of rain that day."

"But on the second day, it rained heavily and flooded several villages. However, according to her prediction, all the villagers were evacuated and protected in advance. Not only was no one injured, even the livestock were intact. .”

"There are countless disasters and calamities like this, but under her prophecy, many people escaped."

Willard gritted his teeth hard, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his face was full of disbelief.

"In addition, she has never made a mistake in the witch trial, and all the women identified have become witches. Therefore, her belief in everyone's hearts is almost unbreakable!"

"Such a woman with a strong demonic and divine nature and an unknown background is more like a [witch] than a human being who suddenly turns into a monster in front of everyone's eyes, isn't it?"

Willard growled like a wild beast, his eyes gleaming with scarlet hatred, as if the "witch" he called took away his wife.

Listen to these bizarre stories.

Ryan was a little noncommittal.

In his opinion, it is more interesting for humans to suddenly become monsters.

The so-called saint's prophecy, not to mention that these things that have happened in the past seem to be beneficial to people, such as wild wolves, rainfall, etc., may be observed through certain methods.

He was used to hearing such stories, so of course he didn't find it strange.

Of course, the suspicion of the saint is still very heavy.

In this isolated "overhead city", there is an extremely obscure theocracy hidden.

Who can guarantee that the saint has no relationship with "God"?

And I don't know if it was his illusion, but from Willard's narration, it seems that the [City Lord] also played an important role.

The reason why "City of Witch Trial" can exist.

After all, it was the three "big men" who decided everything.

Otherwise, can the saintess alone command the city defenders who hunt and kill the "witch"?

After thinking about it, he vaguely felt that the masters of this city were definitely not ignorant, and they must know a deeper secret.

Ryan slowly got up and stood up.

"Thank you for telling me all this."

Towards Willard, Ryan said.

The owner of the tavern took a deep look at him, and then slowly cast his gaze out of the window, only to see that the brilliance suddenly faded at this moment, and the sky was already dark. If it weren't for the kerosene lamp in front of him, the room would be completely dark.

"You—after listening to this, what do you think?"

"hunter."

He turned towards Ryan and asked in a deep voice.

"A sympathetic tragedy, a dark conspiracy."

Lane responded.

"It seems you don't fully trust me."

Willard grinned.

"If I really trust someone's one-sided statement, I'm afraid I won't be the first to be disappointed, right? Mr. Willard."

Ryan said meaningfully.

"you're right."

Willard turned around slowly, as if he was looking for something on the counter behind him. His thin back looked very miserable, but the sense of relief when he spoke was very obvious.

"What I need is not someone who trusts me."

"It's someone who can find out the truth!"

"call out!"

Willard turned around suddenly, his eyes widened, scarlet color appeared in his eyes, and a shiny metal object flew out from his hand.

The target was directed at Ryan's head.

"Chong!"

"Crack!"

Ryan raised his hand lightly, holding the thing that flew through the air in his hand.

That is--

A keychain.

"Do hunters need to rest at night?"

A cold voice came from ahead.

"I used to sleep, but I'm afraid I won't sleep in the next few days."

Ryan thought about the keychain and responded.

"very good."

"There is a door on your left. You will see a corridor through it. The second room from the left is the room I cleaned up for you."

"You have nowhere to go?"

"Stay with me for now."

Willard turned pale and came out from behind the counter.

He limps when he walks, and his body keeps shaking. With his thin body, people are very concerned about how long he can last.

Ryan lifted the key chain, pointed to at least two keys of different styles, and said with a smile: "But I see, the keys on it seem to belong to more than one guest room?"

"laugh--"

Hearing this, Willard twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer.

He looked at Ryan and said sarcastically: "In this world, the doors of every house are closed. I don't want to open the door wide open just to wait for the people who went hunting to come back."

"If a monster rushes into the room and eats me, then when I go to hell, I don't know who is behind the scenes. How can I face my wife and children?"

"The bigger one is the door key."

"Don't lose it."

Hearing this, Ryan smiled.

"Thank you."

"hunter."

Suddenly, Willard, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

His dark eyes were fixed on Ryan, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

"I'll ask you again now."

"What are you hunting for?"

Hearing this, Ryan threw up the key chain, and then caught it neatly.

"If it really exists."

"Then my goal is to hide in the fog and create all the tragedies and miseries."

His voice was powerful, and when he spoke of evil spirits, he was clearly terrifying.

Although he used the same temperament to talk to people from the beginning to the end, but at this moment, Willard felt the madness from the hunter.

This man—absolutely insane.

A guy who calls himself a hunter.

Still insisting on getting involved with the "witch" is definitely a nosy and curious lunatic.

"it is good."

Willard nodded slightly.

The voice was inexplicably pleased.

At this moment, he seemed to appreciate Ryan's answer, and even his ugly expression softened a lot in an instant.

He staggered and walked slowly towards Ryan. When he passed by the latter, he suddenly opened his mouth and whispered with a smile: "I, Willard, sincerely hope that you will succeed."

"Mr. Hunter."

"Don't die."

Leaving this sentence behind, Willard left.

He passed through the door next to Ryan, and walked in the corridor by himself.

"Boom!!!"

The melodious bell that had already sounded during the day was once again poured into the ears of all human beings, even livestock, and other living species at this late night, and the moment they heard the dignified and deep bell.

All Insel people—whether male, female, old or young, they all slowly closed their eyes, and the awareness and cognition that they were about to fall asleep had already been established in their minds.

"."

"sieve--"

"sieve--"

Ryan sat quietly at the table in the room. His expression was terrifyingly calm. There was no gene in his blood to fall asleep at this moment, so his mind was still clear.

Rather, after the deep night fell, facing the night as thick as the abyss, his spirit became more and more excited.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken off his armguard at this time, holding a piece of cloth in his hand, and wiping it over and over again under the dim kerosene lamp.

"Tuk!"

Place the gauntlets on the table.

Throw the piece of cloth aside.

Slowly turned his face to the side, looking to the side.

The previously dusty and tightly closed window had already been pulled open by the witcher, and his sight could pass through the grid to shoot at the weird and frightening things outside the window.

fog.

gray fog.

It was so thick that even if he leaned close to the window, with his sight, it was difficult to see clearly. They concealed the reality and filled the whole city.

"Want to go out and have a look?"

Suddenly, Raphael, who was squatting on the head of the bed, spoke.

The black cat is very distressed.

This tavern, which looked like a waste recycling station, was so dirty that it made her suffocate. There were rustling movements in the corners, in the corridors, and even on the ceiling.

But she was asked to be honest.

Because the mice in this city have grown wildly and cannot be restrained.

Pet cats and stray cats were hunted and killed by blind people after the first witch haunted them.

She shrank most of the day in the pocket of Ryan's coat.

Very depressed.

"It is necessary to go out and have a look."

Ryan remembered what the witch looked like after she went to the gallows.

According to Willard, in the middle of the night, the witch turns into a monster, haunting and eating people.

Always check to see if there really are monsters that haunt the night.

"The mastermind behind the scenes can even weave memories, what if it's all fake?"

Ryan stared at the thick fog outside the window.

"Operator Winston."

After nightfall, the demon hunting agency fell into silence. They only recorded silently behind their backs, and did not influence Ryan's actions.

"When it is confirmed that those [monsters] have the possibility of hurting people."

"Whether they have human form or not."

"You can kill them all."

It's a kill switch.

They know that Ryan has the ability to judge, but the process has to go.

"These poor people."

"First, a false memory is implanted."

"And get involved with an abnormal monster again."

Ryan sighed.

Such an unlucky city, such a brain-burning task.

Fake and real.

"Hopefully, those monsters are just illusions, magic tricks like hysteria."

Standing up slowly, putting the gauntlet on his arm, he walked slowly to the door.

"Otherwise, it means that the people in this city have been transformed into [monsters]."

"How will it end?"

The black cat slipped into Ryan's arms.

"Clap!"

"Zi!"

Push the button.

The lamp beads hanging high at the top of the room lost their fuel supply and went out immediately with a crisp sound.

The room was instantly enveloped in darkness.

He opened the door, and then walked along the corridor, he could still see everything in the tavern with his good eyesight in the dark.

Including avoiding those wooden boxes and fragments stacked in the corner, which may cause a tragic fall if you are not careful.

Ryan walked quickly to the lobby of the tavern.

The bright yellow light in front of his eyes made him squint his eyes.

Go over the wicket.

Look towards the counter of the tavern.

A middle-aged man with a pale complexion, who looked like a ghost, was leaning over the long table. He held a pen in one hand and pressed the parchment on the table with the other, writing vigorously under the dim light.

"rustle!"

"sand"

Willard stopped moving.

He raised his head and exchanged glances with the witcher. However, just as he was watching the latter walking towards the door of the tavern, he suddenly spoke and stopped him.

"hunter."

"Ok?"

Ryan looked back at him.

Willard beckoned him to the counter.

Waiting until late at night, the man who looked more energetic, with a chill all over his body, approached him with brisk steps, Willard suddenly felt his heart sink.

"what happened?"

Ryan asked.

Hearing this, Willard lowered his eyes, looked at the table, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should have seen the fog outside."

"Ah."

Ryan's expression remained unchanged, and he answered softly.

"Take this."

Willard stretched out his withered hand, and pushed a lantern that looked like a kerosene lamp on the table towards Ryan.

"squeak--"

The sharp metal scraped against the tabletop and let out a mournful wail.

Ryan lowered his head with a questioning look on his face.

"I forgot to tell you."

"That fog is dangerous."

"If there is no light to follow, people in the black mist are very likely to feel dizzy, and if it takes a little longer, they will faint."

Willard reached out and turned the knob of the lantern slightly.

He's showing Ryan how to use the gadget.

"Crack!"

A dim yellow light rose from the wick.

"Talk from experience?"

Ryan looked at him and said.

Hearing this, Willard nodded slowly, and said: "Those defenders hunting at night are also equipped with lighting. If you don't want them to find out, just turn it off."

"At night, people with lamps are like strippers in a square."

"Whether it's them or you, it's striking."

"It should be very easy for you to avoid their actions."

Hearing this, Ryan smiled.

"thanks--"

"But I don't think I need to."

　Relentless and full attendance
　　
　
(End of this chapter)