In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 123 The Late Night Meeting

"That man is too much of a hindrance!"

In the dark underground space, the darkness is like a layer of black veil, fluttering with the candlelight without wind, the boundary between bright and dark is unclear, like a black veil flapping.

The man's voice is low.

Sitting in front of the workbench, he randomly picked up a calculation draft, and there was no logical connection between the scattered characters on it.

Like a note jotted down by a student dozing off in class.

Using a more exaggerated metaphor, the meaning of these character "images" seems to exceed the meaning of "words", which is exactly the same as the content written by a mentally disturbed lunatic in a lunatic asylum.

There was chaos on the workbench.

Various props, such as syringes, test tubes, measuring cylinders, etc., are placed randomly.

Some even get knocked over and don't care.

The grotesque patterns extended from the manuscript paper to the table, and then spread to the ancient book on the corner of the table.

This is enough to prove that the mental state of the person who wrote the characters seems to be somewhat unstable.

His words undoubtedly desecrated this ancient book, but the thick pages, the slightly curled corners, and the content of the book, like a black hole, made people's eyes immerse themselves involuntarily.

It's like having a soul.

Ancient books readily accept the lunatic's writing style.

"Let him do whatever he wants, and the trial of the witch will not go on!"

"There is no witch trial. Then, the efficiency will be greatly reduced."

"It will fail, it will fail!"

"Unacceptable—at all!!"

The man had blue veins protruding from his forehead, and he clenched his teeth tightly. He picked up a test tube and smashed it hysterically to the ground.

"Oh!"

The sound of breaking filled the room.

However.
"call--"

A treacherous wind came from nowhere.

Suddenly, the underground lighting equipment stopped in an instant.

"Whoa!"

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After a while of silence, suddenly, a man's voice sounded.

"Master Shangshen!"

His voice was trembling, like walking on thin ice, and the man's attitude took a 180-degree turn.

In the darkness, there seemed to be another figure.

But apart from the slightly frightened hoarse voice, there were no other abnormal noises at all.

"."

There was another silence.

"Successful soon?!"

"Really?!"

The man suddenly stood up from the wooden chair, and he called into the darkness with a look of surprise.

"."

"Leave that hunter alone—"

"Priority Execution Plan,"

"You mean he's no longer a threat when the plan works, don't you?"

"."

The dead silence responded to the man's expectation.

"That's it."

He sighed, relieved.

"."

"This city is going to change dramatically."

"Don't worry about this moment of silence."

"The storm is already brewing. In the near future, madness will plunge this city into blood."

The man was silent.

Subsequently.

"call--"

Another gust of wind came.

The coldness that made people feel cold all over the body faded away in an instant.

The man looked happy and started his work today.

That night.

Roaming the long river covered with thick gray fog.The looming spiers and misty castles are dreamy scenery along the way.

It was a quiet, dead, bloody night.

A road paved with stone bricks.

Blood gushes like a fountain.

The corpses of the monsters were strewn across the street.

Ryan drew the knife and stared at the huge head under his feet, with a strange look on his face.

Lift your head and look to the sky.

"what happened?"

frown.

"Today, there are far fewer monsters without eyes."

On the streets of the city, the city defenders were no longer busy, but stopped and began to station in their respective jurisdictions in batches.

The quiet city made them feel a little at a loss.

This kind of silence is not the silence after the chaos when monsters appear and are hunted down.

But from the beginning to the end, few monsters appeared in the city at all.

Compared with yesterday, it is not an order of magnitude at all.

"Is this normal?"

Ryan stomped on the monster's huge head. He had already collected the blood, waved his hand, and the gorgeous long knife disappeared in an instant.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he strolled down the street.

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Pass in front of several soldiers.

Ryan expressed doubts to the soldiers.

But obviously, the situation tonight was beyond the expectations of the soldiers. Such a quiet night had not happened for two months.

"so."

Ryan didn't have any idea. After thinking about it, he turned around and started wandering the streets of the city.

For a long time, still no monster appeared.

The city is still so quiet.

For the sake of caution, it is impossible for him to relax his vigilance at this time and play a so-called mastermind to release the witch in the second half of the night. What if the monsters explode in a concentrated manner?
So, he walked briskly, half with the mentality of patrolling, half with the idea of ​​knowing the city thoroughly, roaming the small town.

"."

Somewhat desolate uptown.

densely populated downtown.

Along the Vinila River, upstream, from the slums to the rich.

"."

Ryan gradually stopped in his tracks. In front of him, a brightly lit luxury manor was dazzling in the surrounding darkness, showing an extraordinary attraction that made people want to find out involuntarily.

"Is this the City Lord's Mansion?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he actually came here.

The mansion in front of me is said to be the City Lord's Mansion, but it is more like the manor of some earls in memory.

Magnificent?

Sorry, I really can't see anything through the rather rough iron fence.

Large areas of lights drive away the gray fog and create a vast space. The manor is located in this space, showing a little warmth.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The well-trained soldiers' footsteps sounded from far to near.

Under the lamplight, silver armor and sharp spears reflected arc light.

Ryan hides behind a tree.

He touched his chin.

It's so early, why don't you go in and have a look?
After thinking about it, Ryan stared at the patrolling soldiers. He easily avoided the sight of the soldiers, and rushed into the manor from a corner that no one cared about.

The area of ​​the manor is not large.

That's a lot of greenery.

Emerald green shrubs surround the stone-carved pool, and the sculptures in the courtyard are like elaborate works of art.

Look, it's been a long time.

"According to the city lord Sima Mian, they have stood in this city for hundreds of years."

Ryan muttered in his heart while concentrating on it.

"It doesn't look like a bastard who can collect taxes in 2077."

"Austere even."

"No wonder being able to rule for such a long time, it seems that even if it is useless, it cannot be called fatuous."

But it is still open to debate whether it is "failure".

Lane jumped onto the edge of the window.

"Where is the mayor?"

"Study alchemy without sleeping all night?"

This kind of manor is indispensable for secret doors, so it shouldn't be underground, right?
However, just as Ryan leaned his head to the window and looked inside.

He was stunned for a moment.

Should it be a coincidence?

I saw that Castellan Isaac, who wrapped himself tightly and covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, was busy in the clean and orderly room.

He flipped through his notes from time to time, and sometimes poured the medicine on hand into the beaker.

"Gurgling--"

The sound of boiling was endless.

It is far less thrilling than what Ryan imagined: the witch refining potion.

Even, apart from those boiling potions, there is nothing to worry about at all.

Say it hard.

The research room of some professors is much cleaner than that of the Holy Church.

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Ryan complained in his heart.

He observed for a while, and finally, the sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached, and he also left the manor quietly before the patrolling soldiers approached.

"Since ancient times, CT has not looked up, should I observe more?"

In the bushes, Ryan thought as he flitted across the lawn.

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Time goes by minute by minute.

In this city, every night is busy, and the hearts of the soldiers waiting for the sunrise have also reached their highest point.

One hour.

Just get through this last hour or so.

There will be sunrise.

In this way, the deadly night, which is especially tormenting, will pass away.

The bright and simple buildings in the daytime may look different at night.

There are no lights here.

The traces of the years are completely highlighted, and the antiquity has become the biggest feature of this monastery-like building.

In the gray fog.

Thick moss, blurred outlines, and stacked bricks.

ancient.

But it is still being used. Although people in this city no longer enshrine any high-ranking people, there are still people living in the "Sacred Court".

Quiet and quiet.

Shenting is very suitable as a haven of escape from the world.

Just ignore the big and useless, completely devoid of popularity, and some wooden structures that seem to be intact, but are actually crumbling.

everything is fine.

"."

Dark and winding stone road.

Characteristic arches.

A long and narrow corridor with no window openings, making it appear extraordinarily dark.

In a certain room—

At some point, the blond girl straightened up from the curtained bed.

This is her room, perhaps because of a green plant on the window sill that exudes a faint fragrance, the room is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

"clatter--"

She sits on the edge of the bed.

Hollow eyes stared at the window.

The glass there was not completely covered by the curtains, and the whole piece of glass was like mercury, full of luster.

The curtains hanging down like a waterfall still embrace the pipa.

A soothing fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

The girl stood up, her white and petite bare feet looked as clean as jade on the black marble floor.

He didn't care about his nightdress at all.

"Clap!"

She walked slowly to the door.

"squeak--"

Pull the door open.

The white figure suddenly plunged into the dark corridor.

Ryan stopped.

His expression was a little odd.

Or rather, embarrassing.

Ahead, at the corner of the corridor, a white figure slowly appeared, and then stood there.

Petite and very thin.

Exquisite and flawless face, fair skin like jade.

And that curly long golden hair that is even more intoxicating at night.

"pat-"

"pat-"

The girl was barefoot, and the soles of her feet were in contact with the cold corridor.

A pair of big and round eyes stared straight at the person.

this occasion
If you change the atmosphere, there is a feeling of a female ghost attacking in a horror movie.

But... a girl as delicate as a doll, she is beautiful beyond the ordinary, and there is a broken beauty full of regret in her body.

Smooth and delicate cheeks.

Like a master sculpting the outline, the bridge of the nose is made at its peak.

Soft and seductive lips.

And finally, a source of pity.

Those eyes, though round, with harmonious eyebrows, slender eyelashes, and a dead void.

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What Ryan thought in his mind was indeed the attack of the female ghost.

It's a bit of a spoiler.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mr. Winster."

Freya said blankly.

During the day, she went into a faint. In her memory, she didn't feel the fall to the ground——but someone picked her up from behind.

It doesn't take a second to think who did it.

"."

"Would you believe me if I said that I walked here without knowing it?"

Ryan laughed.

Freya nodded silently.

She raised her eyes slowly.

Because the two are facing each other now, and the distance is very close, she can only raise her head with great effort to make up for the difference in perspective caused by her upper height.

"tonight."

"It seems quiet."

Freya added: "That's why Mr. Winston came here."

"."

Chatting with people who are smart or know too much can easily kill you.

Freya's ability is obviously a bug.

"Did you fall asleep just now?"

Ryan was silent for a while, and he swept the girl's messy blond hair and the thin nightgown on her body.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have run out barefoot.
"Yes."

"I sensed the presence of Mr. Winster, and awoke from my sleep,"

The girl's big eyes didn't blink.

After being stared at for a long time, Ryan felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he is a little lunatic with no love for children, but such an environment, such a girl, and her faint gaze.

It's not that if you can withstand it, you can withstand it.

"Ahem. I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Shall I go first?"

Lane smiled.

To be reasonable, he was just wandering aimlessly, and came to the courtyard of God along the street. Out of curiosity, he escaped the soldiers outside and entered the building.

Before, he was curious.

With Freya's importance, the big shots only fortify the outside, but the defense inside the building is frighteningly weak.

until he stepped here.

Only then did I realize, hell, this place is like a maze, with long and horizontal corridors, neither windows nor lights!

He could hear the agency operator proposing: "Operator Winster, please turn on the night vision mode of the contact lens."

Ryan can see clearly, but the agency can only catch the blind.

Even though the night vision mode is turned on, it is green and a mess, like the underworld, but at least it can be seen by people, right?

"The building itself is the best defense. Even if someone enters, they will definitely be blacked out."

In this case, if there is some movement, it will be easily noticed by others.

"and also."

Before Ryan said goodbye and turned around, he glanced at Freya, inexplicably, he had a strange thought in his heart.

"She, she probably doesn't want others to patrol the inside of her residence."

"The defense here is so weak, she created it by herself and asked for it herself."

Ryan, however, hadn't turned around yet.

Just listen: "Mr. Winster."

"Please stay."

(End of this chapter)