In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 122 Freya is also alive?
Ryan put his feet on the table.

The virtual projection is still working, but both Rafael and Ryan regard it as bgm.

The quaint room is shining with the brilliance of technology.

One person and one cat looked at each other.

"The City Lord's Mansion."

Suddenly, the black cat showed its white teeth, and she took a few steps on the table with graceful steps, sweeping back and forth with its slender tail.

"It's simply a retro alchemy training base."

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In other words, while the conditions are poor, there are frequent accidents?

Ryan's first impression of a place like the training base was that it was simple.

".It is rumored that the city lord has a lot of research on potions."

"Research?" The black cat sniffled disdainfully. She never thought that the description "quite researched" could be used for "mountain villager".

Alchemy is progressing.

The alchemy science combined with modern technology has already amazed her.

In short, alchemy has only two extremes.

[-]. Ultra-ancient, combining alchemy technology with the magic of the Age of Gods, which requires the wisdom and powerful power of the Age of Gods.

Second, the science of alchemy.

If you are stuck here, it is difficult to be elegant.

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Ryan shrugged, saying that he also heard it from others, and that being able to produce "anesthetics" also proved that the stinking-faced city lord knew some alchemy.

It's better than some bum who is under the organization of the Alchemy Temple and hasn't attended a few classes.

Ryan operated from a distance, dragging the report just sent by the demon hunting organization to his front.

"It turns out that the city lord can even win a Nobel Prize."

Staring at the big "diethyl barbituric acid" in the report, Ryan sighed. Although he had only taken a very rough pharmacology course in the preparatory high school of the Holy Church, he didn't know much about this famous sedative and hypnotic drug. no stranger.

Let’s not mention how the city lord came up with such a thing.

However, as a derivative of barbituric acid, if phenobarbital is to be prepared, it is undoubtedly necessary to synthesize barbituric acid first.

Barbituric acid means "Barbara's uric acid" in German.

This is because the name of the girlfriend of the German scientist who extracted barbituric acid was Barbara.

She enthusiastically supports the scientist's work.

The way to support is obvious.

"Need to find some time to visit his studio."

After carefully flipping through the report, to Ryan's surprise, these sedatives were really just ordinary sedatives.

It seems that it has nothing to do with the transformation between humans and monsters——

Ryan bowed his head meaningfully and thought about it.

"The three people in power in this city all look a little weird."

The black cat didn't care about Ryan, and flicked its tail, she told what she had found out one by one.

"The city lord doesn't leave the gate. Except for attending important occasions, he spends the rest of his time in the mansion studying alchemy."

"The justice's mansion is quite simple, and he looks particularly leisurely. Hiding in the attic and reading is his hobby."

"The priestess's interpersonal relationship is terrible. She seems to have suffered some trauma in her early years, and then she began to hate communicating with people."

"Currently living alone in a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city."

Black cats are efficient.

With the help of twilight, she was able to complete infiltration work that others did not expect.

"I think, among these three people, you need to pay special attention to one person."

Raphael squatted down.

Hands on hips.

"Who?"

Ryan asked curiously.

"City Lord."

"That person almost arranged the fortress like an iron barrel. I can indeed enter his city lord's mansion, but I can only move around [on the surface]."

"As for the hidden door mechanism."

Raphael stared at Ryan without saying a word.

"After dark, they can also move freely." Ryan nodded, his voice changed, and he asked, "So, what about Freya?"

"Did you find anything in her?"

Hearing this, the black cat immediately sneered.

She stuck out her tongue and smoothed the cat fur on her front feet with a barbed crimson red. After a while, she continued.

"If you say, those three guys are things to pay attention to."

"Then this girl is definitely the top priority."

The black cat is not appetizing either.

"According to my observation. She should, not a human being."

"Actually, the scope of human beings is quite broad. In your church, some professors focus on human beings. Human beings don't have to stick to their appearance."

"For example, someone like you, as long as you think you are a human being, you can be called a human being."

Ryan felt a little weird, but soon relieved.

"So, they replaced 90.00% of the organs in a person's body with mechanical or magic power, and the final product is still human."

"Even if it is artificial intelligence, the ai that has been obliterated."

"After the emotional memory is implanted, there is no doubt that it is also a living person."

"But the professor of the Holy Church killed her." Ryan spread his hands, interrupted the black cat's narration, and said, "Cut to the point directly."

"Freya, what the hell is it?"

"Low your head." The black cat ordered.

"Tilt your head 45 degrees to the right and see what's on your arm."

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"clatter!"

Because of Ryan's bold sitting posture, the back chair showed a posture about to fall backwards.

However, just as the black cat's voice fell.

After a crisp sound, Ryan put his feet on the ground.

He squinted his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and clasped his hands together.

"Alive?"

"Da da!" The black cat stretched out its paws, and waved its fleshy paws lightly in the air. The virtual file formed by the intersection of cold light floated onto her paws like a flying bird.

Click to open the file, the screen zooms in and zooms in again.

"Da Vinci's masterpiece: The Mona Lisa."

""The Last Supper"."

"And the last lost mural."

"The Battle of Anglia."

"Perhaps it is not as precious as this oil painting. Even a discerning collector will only be impressed by the well-preserved oil painting and the superb coloring skills."

The black cat sneered and said:
"Stories told by people."

"How can it be comparable to the handwriting of "God"?"

"Buzz!" The metal armguard on Ryan's arm buzzed.

It comes from the distant past, a treasure born of an ancient abyss beyond human civilization.

At this moment, it showed dissatisfaction.

"This painting was drawn by [God]?"

"In Florence during the Renaissance, were there still gods active at that time?"

Ryan quickly conveyed the news to the Demon Hunting Agency.

In front of the console, the mission specialist was already sweating, recording everything that the black cat said.

"Gods are also divided into three, six, and nine classes."

"Someone once said this: In the long time travel, she has traveled to various eras to appreciate the customs and customs, and at the same time dig out the lost magic."

"Inevitably, you have to contact with the mysteries in various regions."

"Some gods whose bodies are unknown and whose [identity] and [origin] are difficult to distinguish will encounter her by chance."

"These guys lost their faith, lost most of their divine power, left the territory, and started wandering."

The black cat said a long list of things, and finally, she looked at Ryan seriously, and said: "In short, this painting is the handwriting of the gods, and the expectations and wishes of the gods are placed on it."

"As for this Freya, it's hard to identify whether it's a living creature that came out of the painting, or whether it's the real body of a living model because of this magical painting."

"In short, she is different from the people here, and she is the only fictional character."

With that said, the black cat said sharply:

"If you want to end everything that happened here."

"Kill her."

Hearing this, Ryan's brows jumped suddenly.

Touching his chin, he stared at Raphael curiously, and asked, "You don't want to check again?"

"About Mary."

"Obviously, what's happening here is not what Mary's dead body would make."

"There is no need to check in this direction."

Raphael shook his head.

"So, what do you think is the chance of liberating Würzburg by killing her?"

"Ninety percent." The black cat responded lightly.

"Why the last tenth?"

"It cannot be denied that there will be unexpected situations, such as the mental riots of the people in this city at the moment of her death."

"Then kill her?" Ryan ended the topic flatly.

"Why are witches and humans able to transform? The truth behind it hasn't been revealed yet. It's like slaughtering people at every turn?"

"If I'm not [-]% sure, I won't do it."

"Is there anything that is [-]% sure?" The black cat waved its paw lazily and said perfunctorily, "You are the boss and you make the decisions."

Lane took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"We must understand: the reasons for the transformation of people, witches, and monsters."

"There is a deeper meaning behind the trial of the witch."

"Did the big shots play other roles in the Witch's haunting?"

"God, Saint Freya."

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"Perhaps... we need a large-scale blood collection?"

Ryan stroked his chin.

"Huge scale, blood collection?" The lazy black cat showed helplessness.

"You want to compare the blood of ordinary people, the witch who has been identified but has not changed, and the blood of monsters?"

"It's going to take a long time...but it has to be done."

Ryan nodded, and then said: "Also, I will try my best to get the blood of the big shot and Freya."

As he spoke, he stared straight at the black cat, and suddenly stopped talking.

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"...Can I refuse?" Raphael bared his teeth.

"No way." Ryan was full of joy.

"Work hard! Work hard!" Raphael got up from the table in a jerk, his long beard trembling, and he cursed harshly.

Not elegant is it?
"As for the deeper meaning of the Witch Trial—"

Ryan pondered for a while, with a weird smile on his face.

"Let the witch be killed that night, and the regulation of the witch trial will no longer be necessary."

The Witch Trial was supposed to allow Freya to identify the monster that had caused trouble.

If no one is buried in the mouth of the monster, and the monster is dead, it loses the purpose of the trial, of course—the farce ends.

"If, the power behind it really needs trial after trial to meet certain requirements."

"The termination of the trial must have made him feel extremely troublesome."

At that time, there will probably be some clues exposed.

"As for the gods."

Thinking of this, Ryan frowned.

Niang Xipi.

It's been a while since I've been here, and indeed, Ryan discovered some extremely weird things.

For example, the vast and strange bells.

Work and rest schedules are extremely similar to mind control.

But he didn't find the [God] who showed his feet.

Is it hidden too well?Or is my perception not in place?
Ryan only felt that the "sixth sense", "perception" and other abilities were a bit illusory, although they were very effective most of the time.

But once it is shut down, people who have formed dependence will feel at a loss.

Ryan picked himself up.

"Freya, think of a way."

"According to what she said, there are some vague memory fragments in her memory."

"I think, if something can be analyzed from her memory, the outside church may be able to capture some clues through these memories."

"For example. Her real identity."

Hearing this, the black cat spread out its hands and said, "It's difficult."

"After all, it's been so long."

"But you can start with an oil painting. The god who made the painting didn't sign it, but he didn't necessarily only make this one painting."

"Shouldn't your art appraiser come out to work?"

"Such as unique paints, brush strokes and the like?"

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"Operator Winster, please tell the code-named black cat for me: Raphael's spokesperson for the gods who believed in the moon god and cat god in ancient Egypt, the night elf—"

The mission specialist speaks a rather rigorous vocabulary.

For a while, Ryan felt that there was no room for so many creatures on his table.

"The agency's search equipment is outputting at full capacity."

"Already contacted all major branches in the world."

"But since the church doesn't have a branch in China, we need to contact the authorities for help."

"The Chinese side stated that it will fully support our actions."

Ryan immediately took off the earphones and chose to play them externally.

"Just ask if you don't understand, is there no citizen of that big country living in Würzburg?"

"I remember them taking protection in that regard very seriously."

"Once the nationals are involved, they will send commissioners to solve it as soon as possible?"

"Unfortunately, Operator Winster."

The mission specialist explained:
"Wurzburg is obviously not a city suitable for long-term living, especially now that the global situation is unstable—"

"Obviously, that country should be the safest place of sanctuary for everyone in the world."

"I don't know how many people want to settle in China, but why do they still live abroad?"

Lane nodded.

It makes sense, I was speechless.

"If you have a chance, you must go back to China."

Ryan sighed.

"Excuse me, sir, what did you say?"

"No. You continue." Ryan coughed twice.

"In Würzburg, most of the Asian faces you can see came from fleeing before the fall of Kr."

"Okay! Needless to say, I understand very well."

Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

He always felt the need to interrupt what the commissioner was saying, otherwise there would be a great risk.

The black cat listened quietly.

She tilted her head, her cat pupils swept across Ryan's face, and finally squinted, giving a weird "Huh?"

"You seem to be very nostalgic for that big country—"

"I have seen your profile."

"You boy, didn't you grow up in England and came to America recently?"

"Have you heard of Raff?" Ryan asked subconsciously.

The black cat looked at Ryan like a fool.

"I didn't expect that I, alone, would one day become Raff."

"Amazing."

Ryan sighed and turned off the virtual projection.

　Our cn is really great! (husband face)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)