In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 121 The city lord is a colleague, new discovery, speculation
"Roar!"

The ferocious monsters wailed terribly. Under the daylight, they were no longer as dangerous and terrifying as they were in the dark, but looked very "weak".

Is it a buff added to them after nightfall?
Or was it really the [sedative] injected by the soldiers that had an effect?
In an inconspicuous corner, Ryan watched the whole trial of the witch up close.

"Clap! Clap!"

The black and purple blood pooled under the gallows into a meandering stream, along the cracks in the bricks, and finally solidified.

"call out--"

The wind is blowing.

The dark pool of blood.

A monster with a tightrope around its neck.

A dead body that was hanged alive.

Because most of the monsters that appeared at night in the previous two days were killed that night.

This witch trial was surprisingly brief.

People took the "suspect" back to their homes.

The people who cleaned up the mess were on standby at the rear. At this time, without an order from the officer, they walked up to the high platform as usual and took off the hideous corpse.

Ryan also did not leave.

He leaned over to the gallows, inspected the corpses, and collected something at a speed that was difficult for others to see with the naked eye.

Just when Ryan appeared in front of everyone.

The big shots reacted very differently.

The city lord looked calm.

Justice Wilder maintained his demeanor, his eyes stayed on Ryan's figure for a long time, and then he glanced at his friend beside him.

He smiled politely.

Sudden.

The justice felt some subtle changes in the atmosphere.

Beside him, a gaze full of vigilance and malice stared at the hunter.

Undoubtedly, it belonged to the priestess - Eleanor Verna.

This is an unkind woman in her thirties who will become violent once she comes into contact with Saint Freya.

The justice thinks he can't afford it.

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Of course, Ryan also felt the malicious sight.

But he went his own way.

He doesn't care about the eyes from all sides at all.

"clatter--"

Rhythmic footsteps sounded.

A figure was captured by the corner of his eye.

Freya moved closer to Ryan.

This "saint" seems to be unable to grasp the sense of distance between people very clearly.

Empty eyes stared at Ryan's chest and abdomen.

She leaned against Ryan, and after a moment of silence, she raised her head and looked at the expressionless hunter.

With a voice that only the two of them could hear, she whispered, "What is that?"

She was referring to Lane's move to put blood in test tubes.

"It seems to be very similar to the research tool of Lord Isaac?"

"Oh?"

research tool?

The saint's voice came into his ears, and Ryan suddenly became curious.

Not to mention that Ryan moved so fast, and how the girl saw the alchemy props from behind——

After all, it is metaphysics.

When I asked, it was probably a metaphysical answer like "Indecision, quantum mechanics".

"I have a question, Miss Freya."

Ryan wiped his hands with the black coat on his body. It was not clean, which can be said to be quite unhygienic.

"You ask." Freya nodded.

He showed a sunny and cheerful appearance, and asked with a smile: "I have seen everything that happened just now. What I am curious about is the medicine injected into the witch's body."

"What exactly is it?"

Although he had heard the answer from Willard, he felt the need to ask again.

"sedative."

Freya replied blankly.

"You just said, the research tool of Lord Isaac?"

Ryan smiled like a fox, and there was something in his words.

"The sedative is a [potion] developed by the city lord."

"From an alchemy medicine book, he found the secret material that can quickly calm people down."

"And in a very short period of time, the first batch of potion was produced."

"Used to control the witch, it has a miraculous effect."

Freya explained everything she knew clearly.

"interesting--"

Ryan thought about it.

However, before he could continue speaking, a black shadow suddenly enveloped the two young people who were whispering.

Holy white.

Abstinence robes.

Mysterious white yarn.

There is also the condescending, vigilant Sen Han gaze that does not see any [good intentions].

It was like two icy edges falling from the sky, stabbing Ryan's head fiercely.

It's this woman again.
Priestess Eleanor maintains the aggression of a fried cat.

Although it is not strong, it is thought-provoking and thought-provoking.

"Because of whom?"

Ryan glanced at the expressionless petite doll beside him.

"Ms. Eleanor, I am very grateful to you for bringing your leg very generously in front of me, but I must point out one thing."

"Give it up, block it."

Ryan had no interest in the feet of a veiled, secretive woman who was probably in her thirties and harbored ill will towards him.

Getting too close will just make you sick.

Speaking of this, let us miss the head of the medical department of the Alchemy Temple—Miss Emilia Gina.

Although he is a little older, he is unexpectedly just right.

Although the face is also covered, but people need it for work.

Also, there were beautiful legs—beautiful legs in black stockings.

and.

Also love to laugh.

Ryan didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, but felt that Minister Emilia was much easier to get along with than the fierce woman in front of him.

as long as
Age is not mentioned.

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Priestess Eleanor's brows were immediately raised.

She hurriedly took two steps to the side and quickly moved out of the way.

This is also in Ryan's plan. This woman looks a little crazy. If you don't disgust her, she may even confront you, and she may not be soft.

"Saint Freya, you should get out of here."

Knowing that hunters can not only fight, but also don't eat hard and soft.

Eleanor chose to attack in a different way.

Her eyes turned to Freya who was hanging her head.

"Nothing to do with you."

The saintess was also very stubborn and didn't even lift her head.

The big lifeless eyes blinked, and she still wanted to see how Ryan stuffed things into his arms.

From the outside, there is no abnormality at all.

Of course, because it involved the presence of others, she thoughtfully did not ask directly.

Gee.

This is a girl full of curiosity——

"not my business?"

Eleanor didn't show anger, but sneered.

"I hope you can think about it."

"Want to die, or want to live."

The priestess dropped these words, then turned and walked away.

Freya was unmoved, still squatting obediently.

Ryan stood up, and she stood up too.

"Da da."

However, Freya's frail body suddenly softened, and her feet staggered, as if she was about to fall.

"Saint!"

There were exclamations all around.

Ryan grabbed it.

He lifted the girl up like a plush toy.

Looking at the pale Freya, he couldn't tell whether it was her original skin color or a sudden sickness.

"quickly going from a squatting position to a standing position"

"Could you have hypoglycemia?"

Ryan remembered that the girl seemed to move slowly.

"Thank you."

Freya thanked feebly.

"Although I am very concerned about what Miss Eleanor said, but now is obviously not a good time."

"She's right, you should go back and rest."

Soldiers rushed up all around.

Lane handed over the frail girl to them.

He stood where he was, thoughtful.

"According to the farmer who adopted her, she has been plagued by illnesses since she was a child."

"She's weak."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from beside Ryan.

Head over.

The courteous Justice Wilder smiled.

The city lord Isaac seems to have left long ago, and the only one still present is the justice wearing a golden wig.

The judge gives the impression that he has and only has the word gentleman.

To be honest, Ryan's first impression of him was not bad.

He likes to deal with people who are polite but not artificial.

"Understandable."

Lane nodded.

"Oh?"

Wilder smiled.

"With great power, there is always a price to pay."

"Outside, there are often such people."

Ryan replied flatly.

This kind of setting has been rotten on the street, which is not surprising at all.

"You can understand."

The justice meant something.

Is this because you are worried that I will hold the saint?Ryan muttered in his heart, he knew exactly what kind of dangerous person he was in the eyes of these people.

Take the saint to order the princes?
Interesting.

But the current situation is that the saint trusts me, so it doesn't make much sense to coerce or not.

"Go and find her when you have time."

"Know what's going on with her body, but don't stay in Würzburg."

Lane remained silent.

He felt the need to connect Minister Emilia for a remote diagnosis.

Diagnose an existence that does not know whether it is human through video.

That sounds challenging.

I believe that Minister Emilia, who is keen to challenge intractable diseases, will not refuse.

"."

Seeing that Ryan seemed to have his own business, Judge Wilder, who briefly talked about the situation, smiled. The hunter is not a fool, so he wrote down his words.

In that case, he should go too.

These days, because of the witch's chaos, the city is full of wind and rain, but his workload has not increased, on the contrary, it has been reduced a lot.

after all--

Everyone is thinking about the danger of their own lives, how can there be a big friction between people, and they can go to the referee?
Closer to home.

The justice rushed home to rest.

In order to maintain justice, it is not just talk, but also a lot of time and energy, long-term hard work, and he also needs to develop his personal hobbies and cultivate his sentiments.

Only then can the case be judged more fairly, right?
Anyway, the witch was causing trouble, so he couldn't help much, so he could only worry in vain.

Attending such an occasion might already be his greatest "use".

"Mr. Wilder."

Suddenly, a voice stopped Judge Wilder's dashing back.

He turned around.

"Can I ask you for something?"

Although the hunter smiled, Wilder always felt that his smile was dangerous.

"What do you want?"

The justice will smile and ask curiously.

"this."

Ryan stretched out his hand, the palm of which has not yet spread.

Sharpness is already shining in the sun.

"syringe."

Wilder read silently, and then asked back: "Since Mr. Winster has already got it, why do you ask?"

But soon, he figured it out.

Asking, a symbol of polite behavior.If he agrees, the years will be quiet.

If you disagree, you must rob it.

The result is the same, just a symbolic question.

"Mr. Winster, of course I have no objection."

The justice smiled calmly, and before leaving, he left a last word.

"It's just that this is the invention of the city owner. If you are interested, you might as well ask him."

"."

Ryan quietly hid the syringe.

He turned around and quickly left the empty square.

Go back to the residence prepared by the high-level.

Ryan locked the door and went straight up the stairs to the second floor of the small building.

Walking to the innermost room, Ryan pushed them away.

A desk is suffocatingly retro, with accent and taste.There is a pen on the table.

In the corner of the utility room, there is a bookcase.

Through the glass, you can see every gap in the bookcase, which is completely empty.

Ryan threw the black windbreaker aside, and took out the test tube and injection from his arms.

"...someone was watching the house, but no one had ever entered."

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the corner.

A crisp voice echoed in the small space,
"call out!"

Raphael rushed up to the wooden table, staring at Ryan with those piercing cat eyes.

She watched Ryan organize the alchemy props, pour the transparent medicine in the syringe into the test tube, and then insert it into the analyzer.

"drop!"

A beep sounds.

Afterwards, Ryan took out the mobile phone that had not been used for a long time from his arms and turned on the screen.

"Crack!"

The front panel of the mobile phone is deformed, and cold light shoots out from the hollow, creating a vivid picture in this room.

The projection is very much like the operation panel of a computer.

There are several folders above.

Categorize.

"Have you found anything?"

Ryan smiled at the black cat, and opened a file with his fingers in the air.

"Some interesting discoveries, I will tell you later."

Raphael stretched.

It was a report on monster blood.

The report came from Professor Ramon Cappadocia's research institute, so it was very detailed, and if it was so detailed, Leon would be entangled in those proper nouns and couldn't extricate himself.

Fortunately, at the end of the report, the professor made a brief summary.

"Belongs to the human category."

"It is a mutant human after [mixing blood] with any creature that does not belong to the earth currently known."

"Mutant."

Just like the hybrid of dragons and humans, it is absolutely undeniable that creatures like dragons belong to humans.

A child born to parents in country a and country b is a citizen of country a in country a and a citizen of country b in country b.

Lane mused.

So, those people can transform between human form and monster form?
Then, Willard saw his wife sleeping soundly with his own eyes, why did his wife still become a witch in the trial the next day?
"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Ryan thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that these people are all mutants?"

"They all have the [potential] to become monsters."

"It doesn't matter who eats the person, as long as Freya points out someone casually, she will be transformed?"

"Willard's wife, although she didn't eat people, she is also a monster, but she just blocked the crime of last night's monster?"

Lane blinked.

If this is the case, then there must be some factors at the Judgment Conference the next day to transform people and witches.

Thinking about it, Ryan opened two videos.

One is the trial scene he photographed for the first time a few days ago, and the angle of view is far away.

The second is the picture taken today.

He compared the two videos.

On the side, the eyes of the black cat watching all this were shining brightly at this moment.

(End of this chapter)