In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 116 You can accept, or be forced to accept
The city lord is the city lord after all.

"You want to see me?"

"Stranger."

The voice of the city lord Isaac was cold, he was condescending, staring straight at the prisoner below.

He has realized that this chaotic element who acts recklessly in the city is well prepared.

"To be precise, I want to meet three important figures."

"I was lucky and saved a lot of trouble."

Ryan's flat voice made the expressions of the jury and even the city lord sink.

Prisoners are very arrogant and even extremely arrogant, without showing due respect and embarrassment of being trapped in a cage.

"Stranger, where did you come from?"

Archbishop Wilder looked at his old friend with a face as heavy as water, and thought that it was necessary to inquire about the details of this person before he got angry. This was the main reason why the three of them were willing to meet this unexpected guest today.

Wilder's voice was deep and gentle, sounding like a gentleman.

However, the man in the cage below shook his head at this moment, and the city lord looked at him with a sneer.

"From outside."

The prisoner's face was calm, and he spoke lightly.

His smooth voice subtly carried around the courtroom.

"ridiculous!"

The city lord slapped the wooden table in front of him fiercely, his anger was hidden in his eyes, like steel nails piercing into people's hearts one by one, ferocious and bloody.

"You are intentionally humiliating everyone present! A villain like you should be imprisoned and tortured to death!"

The angry roar of the city lord reached Ryan's ears.

The man raised his eyebrows, he gave the angry city lord a deep look, and said lightly:

"What about coming from outside?"

When Ryan said this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he remembered something Willard had mentioned.

The city opened the "Large Defense Array".

Those who are inside cannot get out, and those who are outside cannot get in.

but.

Ryan didn't feel any discomfort when he crossed the "wall" of mist.

"It's easy to walk into this city."

Lane was calm and repeated: "Come outside, come in."

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The archbishop frowned, showing a thoughtful look.

"So--"

"Why did you come here?"

On the side, the priestess, who had never spoken from the beginning to the end, suddenly fixed her eyes on Ryan.

With an unwavering cold voice, she said coldly: "My prophecy tells me that you are a cruel executioner."

"Contaminated with countless blood, the stench is tangy."

"People like you cannot and should not be in this city."

"You will only bring more variables to the restless city."

The priestess said a long list of things.

Most of them are nonsense such as "guessing" and "hunting", but the tone is extremely firm, like a magic stick.

prophecy?

Ryan felt a little weird.

But he quickly remembered that in this city, there were often bizarre scenes where the "Holy Maiden" identified the Witch through prophecy.

Since the woman above is dressed like a priest.

Most likely she also has some special abilities.

It's just that, compared to the direct identification of the "Saint", hers seems a little weaker?

"I'm here to help you."

Ryan said blankly.

"Helping you through this difficult time."

The demon hunter in the cage added: "Perhaps you don't believe me, I am a hunter. Accepting commissioned hunting is my specialty."

"certainly."

"Not for free."

The hunter played a little joke.

"What nonsense!"

The city lord Isaac was obviously fed up with the attitude of the stranger. In his opinion, this uninvited guest was obviously willing to challenge the authority, just like the lunatic who caused a witch trial!
hunter?haha, yes.

Look at this man, this arrogant and arrogant attitude, this pair of weird and terrifying dark blue eyes.

Exactly the same as those snake-like witchers, especially the eyes!
Professional monster slayer?
No!Just a lunatic who mutated into a half-human, half-monster,

Crazy, all crazy!
"My city doesn't need outsiders to point fingers!"

"You vile monster!"

The city lord's eyes were red and he slapped the table angrily.

"Cough cough!"

Archbishop Wilder hurriedly spoke out.

"Hunter is not a profession worth making a fuss about, young man."

Because of the long-standing prejudice, and the fact that this profession is often exposed to death and blood, how can a demon hunter not be feared by the world?
Prejudice builds up.

In the end, he was hated, betrayed, and murdered.

In the world, there are very few demon hunters with real talents, who dare to appear in front of so many people with such a big fanfare.

less.

The prisoners in the cage remained calm.

"It seems that in the implanted memories of these people, there really are [travelers]."

only.

Because this is an overhead world, and it is still in an underdeveloped era.

My peers are not doing well.

"I don't want to cause a riot or cause trouble."

Ryan's calm face was like a pool of stagnant water. Before the big man above could express his opinion, he said lightly, "My purpose is very simple."

"Hunting monsters, ending this disaster."

Looking up, he looked at the three figures on the high table.

Suddenly, the city lord sneered.

"We don't have any trust in uninvited guys-not to mention, you are a witcher."

"You're another monster too."

"However, a monster like you refuses to hide in the fog and acts at night, but appears openly in front of everyone."

"Walking on the street, in a tavern."

"Even, you still want to see me—"

The city lord stood up slowly, his voice echoing in the referee.

"Insell City, any unstable factors are not welcome."

"Monsters—do you think that no one like you has appeared in this city?"

The body of the city lord leaned forward slowly, his eyes widened, and he was hysterical without aristocratic attitude. He said viciously: "They are all dead!"

"There are countless demon hunters who died at the hands of my ancestors!"

"Insel is a city where monsters are extinct!"

"There are still hunters who dare to enter my territory!"

"I killed three."

The city lord stretched out his hand and pointed to Ryan in the cage.

"The feat of killing monsters will be added!"

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Ryan was silent for a moment.

What a magical "world".

"Isn't this ridiculous?"

Ryan raised his hands tightly bound by heavy chains, stared at the dark steel, and suddenly said: "The city where monsters are extinct."

"But suffered from monsters."

The hunter sneered.

"Take him down!"

The city lord's eyes were red, and he roared at the guards standing by.

However, before the silver armored soldier got close.

In the tumultuous referee court, there was a tooth-piercing metal twisting sound suddenly.

"Ping!"

"Crack!"

"!"

The jury was terrified.

What did they see? !

The kid who claimed to be a hunter broke the chain easily!
"I think it's a collaboration."

"While my partner wasn't very friendly, I should have been magnanimous."

The man muttered to himself, not loudly, but everyone could hear his voice clearly - no one could ignore him.

Because while he was talking, he tore apart the cage made of steel pillars! !

It's not about pushing the door of the cage open, it's too gentle!
He rested his hand lightly on the steel pillar, and gently squeezed it, as if pulling aside a door curtain, abruptly "pull" the steel pillar out of a C-shape!
"Kakkaka!"

"squeak--"

Harsh metallic sounds sounded one after another.

The man bent down and slowly got out of the cage.

"The premise of cooperation is equality."

"It's so uncomfortable to look down at me like this."

"Because of this, it's easy to be underestimated—"

thump!thump!
In the huge space, there was an inexplicable roar of heartbeats, they came from the bystanders, from the jurors!
From ordinary people who are horrified and eager to shrink into the corner!

"Damn!"

The city lord's eyes were about to burst, and he roared fiercely.

Beside him, the chief judge and the priest couldn't help feeling depressed.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the space.

The city guards rushed forward almost frantically, and surrounded the young people. They raised their sharp spears and formed layers of human walls.

There is a tendency of "stepping over their corpses first".

It's a pity that the insolent hunter looked around. Facing the gleaming spear tip, he was still calm. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the city lord whose face was sinking like water.

"Want to talk?"

"Right now."

Ryan asked.

However, what responded to him was a sharp cold light crazily stabbing at him.

"boom!"

The heavily armored warriors crushed the ground, and the muscles on their bodies bulged.

In this extraordinary world, the warriors who take it as their mission to protect the city-state also have power far beyond ordinary people.

Although, they were just a group of well-trained soldiers in the past, and their marksmanship might be very accurate, but they definitely did not have such a strong force.

This is an intuitive [retrofit].

It's the mastermind behind the scenes, exaggerating their power in order to rationalize their existence.

"call out!"

However, the spear fell into the void.

A ghostly black shadow flickered, and in the blink of an eye, it burst out from the encirclement of the heavily armored warriors.

Then...

"squeak--"

It was the familiar piercing whistle again.

But this time, it wasn't an iron cage.

Rather, that door!

The door that the prisoner must pass through to enter this empty space!
Everyone can only see his back.

But the alarm bell in my heart almost exploded!

Because of this man, the door was closed inch by inch!

"laugh!"

Ryan touched his chin, looking at the heavy door in front of him, always felt a little weird.

Then, he reacted.

He quickly returned to the iron cage, tore off a steel pillar, and pierced the ground in front of the gate obliquely.

This is called locking the door.

Everyone could only see a black shadow flashing back and forth, and then saw such a desperate scene.

"Can we talk?"

The hunter turned his head, stared at the three people in the upper ranks, and said earnestly: "I am really here to help the poor with technology."

"You saw it just now."

"If I want to do something, no one can stop me."

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The entire lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Those silver-armored warriors wanted to step forward and make some efforts, but they were blocked by a person.

The man said slowly:
"Mr. Hunter."

"Insel has no tradition of working with hunters."

"I believe that you can indeed help us, but your powerful strength has to make us worry."

Judge Wilder was earnest.

He stood up, took a deep look at Ryan, and then bowed ninety degrees.

"I apologize for my previous rudeness."

"However, there is one thing I have to point out."

Ryan was inexplicably amused by Wilder's words.

In business?
Where did you go?
"The premise of cooperation is not equality."

"It's about trust."

Wilder glanced at the stern city lord at the side, and said in a deep voice.

"It makes sense."

Ryan had to agree with what the big man said.

"You can cooperate."

"Or, forced to cooperate."

In front of everyone, the hunter said with a smile.

"You can trust me."

"or."

"You have to trust me."

A word fell.

There was a dead silence in the referee office, just like the late night in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. There was no sound, but the icy chill flowed from the limbs to the brain, making people shudder and chills all over the body.

How can this be called cooperation?

"We disagree!"

The lord is still the lord.

It's too tough.

Ryan was lost in thought.

"How do I prove that I have no malice towards you?"

He muttered.

Heck!
They are all going to be "forced to accept", so there is no malice? !
Although no one dared to speak, voices like these echoed in everyone's heart.

"correct."

Ryan's eyes lit up.

His tone made no secret of his excitement.

The kind of excitement that makes people involuntarily worry.

He raised his head and cast meaningful gazes on the only woman among the three big figures.

"You can predict."

"Can you feel something?"

Stupefied!

"Operator Winster, if she can really feel it, she won't be silent until now."

The voice-over is from The Huntsman.

They have been watching the show for a long time, especially after seeing the slightly exaggerated performance of the city lord, many people made complaints about "too classic".

Especially when they knew in their hearts what kind of temper their operator was.

"The slap in the face came too fast."

"It feels like watching a cool article from the first perspective."

Someone complained silently.

"!"

Unexpectedly.

Ryan's words seemed to hit the sore spot of the priestess, her eyes widened, and the calm and coldness she had maintained from the beginning to the end was swept away.

"ridiculous!"

"People's hearts are unpredictable!"

"Even if you can know whether a person is stained with blood, how can you determine whether he is good or evil?!"

The priestess seemed a little impatient.

Ryan was lost in thought.

However, he hadn't waited for him to speak.

A voice suddenly appeared in the referee, and everyone couldn't help but mention it.

"I can."

A cold voice came from the corner.

She has golden curly hair, a petite figure, snow-white skin, and delicate and beautiful cheeks like a doll.

The most attractive thing is her eyes.

There is a cold light shining, but more, it is empty and cold.

"Freya!"

The priestess couldn't control her mood at all, and roared angrily, "Why did you come here!?"

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, the saint slowly walked out of the shadows in the corner.

She met Ryan's eyes.

"Like I said, I had a hunch that something was going to happen, and I was here before all of you came."

Saint Freya spoke calmly

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"Damn it!"

Inside the agency, the operator's voice came into Ryan's ears.

"There she is! She's always there!"

"We reviewed the footage and found that she had been there, motionless, like a puppet—and, a puppet [without any sense of existence]!"

"If she didn't take the initiative to come out, no one would find out!"

Ryan was silent about this.

Because, even he didn't realize the fact that Saint Freya had already come here!
"Nearly. Stealth [reduces the sense of existence]."

"Perverted prophecy ability."

Ryan met her eyes, and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

"Saint."

(End of this chapter)