In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 124 The Holy Maiden's Thank You Gift, Heartfelt Voice
"Or, shall I go first?"

Ryan was about to turn around, and added: "It's not yet dawn, just in case, I'd better go for a walk in the city."

However, in the dark and narrow corridor, a slight breath suddenly sounded.

"Clap!"

Freya took a step forward and stopped her with words: "Mr. Winster, please stay."

The saint is a pure and pure girl, she doesn't have any other ideas, she just wants to remind Ryan.

Slowly raised his eyes, staring at the hunter's figure slowly turning back.

She said unhurriedly: "Tonight, there will be no more noise."

"Those monsters will no longer appear."

"You can rest until dawn."

Although Freya's voice is gentle, she never used words like "possible", "maybe" and "probably" in this matter, and she seemed very confident.

It stems from her ability to trust herself unconditionally.

Lane turned around.

Looking at Freya quietly, suddenly, he thought of something.

Freya's ability is very metaphysical. To put it bluntly, it is very effective, and there has never been a "hunch" that goes wrong.

Regarding this ability, he himself does not talk about it for the time being, among the companions, there is a character who has a very similar power.

Twelve Saints of the Church of the Apocalypse, Ludwig of the Rock.

Voice of God: Enlightenment.

The Church of the Apocalypse, and the clergy they dispatched to carry out their missions are all "prophets" with extremely strong perception.

Pray to the gods, and the gods send down knowledge and prophecy.

The so-called "enlightenment" ability is definitely a good baby that can help the witcher have a good time.

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"God may be a riddle man, and the revelation He gives may not be understood, but it will never make mistakes."

Lane once asked Ludwig what revelation really was and what it meant.

After Ludwig was surprised: Mr. Winster's knowledge level was not good, and said that the revelation was nothing more than a kind of hidden prophecy.

But this is the "God's word" that the clergy believe deeply.

After getting this answer, Ryan's curiosity suddenly came up.

"Won't revelations go wrong?"

"If, if the revelation was wrong once, twice, many times, would the clergy still believe in the oracle?"

Ludwig's response impressed him.

The priest shook his head.

"Revelation is never wrong, because" the priest's voice was inexplicably lowered, and he continued: "The content of the revelation is never specific. Even if it is specific, it is an answer that can be easily obtained."

"Many times, the revelation is a riddle, with many explanations, and it is impossible to judge right from wrong."

The priest whispered in Ryan's ear.

Ryan looked at the burly priest in astonishment, thinking that this revelation was just some superficial talk?
and also--

You are a clergyman, talking about this with outsiders, is it a bit disrespectful of faith?

Ludwig smiled flatly.

The words spoken are even more important.

"I was originally an atheist."

"It's just a born saint with great power."

"God has cared for me."

"He never blamed me."

The priest had an "indifferent" look on his face, which seemed to be a bit of arrogance.

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Keke, get back to business.

Because [revelation] is a car wheel, it never goes wrong, and believers have no doubts about the "explanation".

Then the problem is coming.

Freya's prophecy is not just words.

It can be said that the essence has reached the extreme.

It seems that unlike the priests of the Lawrence family, the high priest leads the young priests to do exercises on the altar to get the answer.

It seems that he just said something without thinking.

In this way, can we still maintain a [-]% accuracy rate?
So, the price is that she is weak, no, no, she is not human at all?How to talk about "low blood sugar".

Very unreasonable.

The hunter pondered for a while, and during this process, Freya's gaze was fixed on him.

Ryan recovered.

"Oh, then I."

Not finished.

Freya interrupted Ryan very "impolitely", and she said slowly: "Mr. Winster, please follow me."

Her gaze rested on Ryan for a moment, then she turned around.

Footsteps followed.

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Does this mean I'm sure I'll follow?

What if I turn around and leave at this time?
Lane frowned.

But in the end, he still took steps, following Freya who was wearing a nightgown, and shuttled through the dark corridor.

"squeak--"

The door of the room was opened at a slight angle.

It seemed that someone ran out of it in a hurry.

Freya supported the door with both hands, and opened the door completely. She held the doorknob and stood upright in the room.

Lifting the hem of the skirt, she bowed her waist slightly.

Ryan looked at her and asked thoughtfully, "Do you have anything to discuss with me?"

The moment he stood at the door, a faint fragrance was piercing his nose, and he wanted to know where it was through his nostrils.

It's hard to imagine why she would come here in the middle of the night if she didn't have something to discuss.

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Freya nodded slightly.

Ryan walked into the room.

Looking around-the room is very regular, showing a hexagonal shape, and it is surprisingly spacious. There are two windows hidden under heavy curtains, and bright colors flash through the gaps.

The room was surmounted by a Gothic oak dome, and from the middle of the dome hung a crystal chandelier from a long gold chain.

Seen from the outside, in the depths of the courtyard, there is a low hexagonal tower standing tall.

Come to think of it, this is the tower.

There is a large bed in the room, the material is difficult to distinguish, but the carving is very detailed.

To Ryan's surprise, the big bed was decorated with dark black curtains, although the material and workmanship were extremely high-end.

But the weird black, which enriches the whole space, somewhat makes the whole room look gloomy.

This is actually the room of a young girl in bloom.

It's too spooky.

Ryan would believe any vampire's bedroom.

he slandered.

Freya wanted to move a stool for Ryan.

Of course, Ryan pulled up the stool and put it down directly, and he signaled Freya to sit on the bed.

With his arms folded, the hunter sat peacefully. He looked at Freya who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, and asked, "So."

"Miss Freya, what do you want me to discuss here?"

Freya folded her hands on her tightly packed knees.

She was expressionless and said obediently: "Mr. Winster, do you think there is something missing in the cooperation with us?"

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Cooperation is just a rhetoric.

Lane has never been more casual.

"What's missing?"

He smiled and asked back.

"Our [Return]."

Freya suddenly became serious, staring at Ryan's face with big eyes without blinking.

return?

Ryan laughed heartily.

It is indeed very reasonable, but you must know that this is not a real [parallel world].

What do you think about the space of the Lord God?Can I still get rewards for performing tasks in a world?
In this hapless city isolated from the rest of the world.

Only humans whose memories have been stolen.

A group of buildings taken back in time.

A man-eating monster.

One mystery after another.

"To solve the mystery of this city is the best reward."

Ryan said meaningfully.

"No, it's not like that."

Freya shook her head and said softly:

"I know that in the outside world, someone should have entrusted you. If you solve the crisis of the city, you can ask the client for a reward."

"But that's not why we're indifferent."

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This is the [outside] in Freya's cognition.

That is to say, there is a cognitively distorted world of "wretched witchers".

Although there are certain cognitive errors.

But there's also some truth to what's going on.

"I don't need to be paid."

Ryan smiled, it wasn't noble. After witnessing everything, he thought the city couldn't produce anything that interested him.

Furthermore, although it can't be called high-spirited and bright, it has integrity.

However, he didn't finish his sentence.

I saw Freya standing up slowly from the side of the bed.

The girl walked slowly and passed by Ryan. She went straight to the window and stood in front of the window sill.

The plant exudes an intoxicating aroma.

In Ryan's eyes, the reminder grid suddenly appeared above the plants.

Lock, scan.

"--no result."

"Retrying. No results."

no result?

Ryan absolutely believes in the think tank of the Holy Church. If the Holy Church can't give an answer, it can't even give a similar answer.
"A plant that doesn't exist in reality?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

The dark blue diamond-shaped petals are sharp-edged and slightly glossy, however, the leaves present an unimaginable abnormal shape.

It's quite messy, but amidst the chaos, the arrangement of leaves and the composition of flowers, branches and tendrils all highlight the sense of order in the chaos.

"Wait a minute, why is it so familiar?"

Ryan's pupils dilated.

That painting, that portrait painted by the gods!

Behind the blond girl, golden sunlight slanted in from the window, blurring the blue-purple flowers and leaves into a misty shimmer.

To be honest, when Ryan saw the oil painting for the first time, his eyes were completely attracted by the girl in the center of the picture.

The corners of the screen are just passed by in a hurry.

After all, it is the analysts of the church who really pay attention to every part of the oil painting.

Now, look at this flower.

Lane finally felt the strangeness of the flowers.

"sieve!"

The girl stretched out her white and flawless hand.

She gently pinched a green leaf and exerted a little force. The next moment, as the plant trembled slightly, the green leaf was separated from the plant by the girl's bare hands.

Ryan watched the scene quietly.

"Mr. Winster."

Holding the emerald green leaves, Freya quickened her pace and came to Ryan as if offering a treasure.

Freya watched eagerly.

"Please accept it."

Stretch out your hand and pinch the emerald color like a maple leaf.

Ryan asked.

"This is."

Freya remained silent for a long time, blinked her eyes, and said, "This is the reward."

"It's also a wish."

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Ryan squinted his eyes, feeling the touch from the "Maple Leaf" on his fingertips, the fine fluff, and the slightly raised veins.

He wanted to ask what the purpose of this thing was.

But when he heard the "blessing" in Freya's mouth, his heart skipped a beat.

"It's just a flower leaf, it doesn't contain anything, and it has no value."

"I hope Mr. Winster can defeat the enemy."

"Let this city return to peace."

"."

If there is such a thing as a "buff" in this world, then it definitely counts, right?
"Just a leaf?"

"The objects that appear here with the living spirits are not ordinary."

Lane felt the need to turn to the old stuff for help.

Look up, look at each other.

Freya looked calm, as if hiding expectations.

"Freya doesn't know what she is."

"Looking at it, she doesn't know what it symbolizes."

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"Thank you." Ryan accepted the flowers and leaves.

The girl lowered her hands, she opened her mouth and said slowly: "Mr. Winster, Freya thank you for your help."

"The city is enveloped in death."

"However, I don't want to be a saint."

Freya spoke surprisingly.

Lane frowned.

"." In the contact with Freya before, she did not show any resistance to the [Saint], and Ryan could feel that she felt confident in her [Prophecy] for granted.

Therefore, he thought that everything would be so natural.

"...witnessing bloody carnage."

"Those people and those monsters were constantly being pushed to the gallows with my power - I listened to their wailing and roaring."

"I can feel their disbelief and grievance."

"Like."

"They weren't monsters, but it was my actions that made them change."

"I feel lost."

Freya lowered her head and spoke her heart.

No matter how special she was, her mind was that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

In the face of horrific monsters, bloody strangulations, and crazy worshipers, she will inevitably feel shaken.

"Your ability tells you that they are different from ordinary people, don't you believe in yourself?"

Ryan asked tentatively.

"I helped a kid once."

"He was about to die under the horse's hooves. I predicted such a scene, so at my suggestion, the defenders blocked the streets."

"And then?" Ryan was a little curious.

"He was not trampled to death by a horse's hooves."

"Everyone is happy?" Ryan felt that there was something in Freya's words.

"However, he was standing on a corner because of the blockade of the street."

Freya raised her head and said faintly, "I was crushed to death by falling debris."

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"My prophecy can indeed prevent him from being trampled to death by war horses, but once things exceed my prophecy or are changed—"

"The rest is unknown."

"Judging from the results, he still died tragically."

"Even, from a certain point of view, he was indirectly killed by me."

Freya's long eyelashes drooped down, her eyes were slightly closed, her delicate face was expressionless, but her shaky voice expressed confusion.

"So, you clearly pointed out those monsters in the execution of witches again and again, but monsters still eat people in the city."

"That leaves you with a horrible kind of speculation."

"You see the special side of those people, and identify them."

"Not only does it mean that the monster that caused trouble before was killed, it may also symbolize more things. For example, another disaster will be born through this."

Lane has no research on causality.

He felt himself caught in a vicious circle.

"Perhaps so."

Freya raised her head.

"However, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Mr. Winster, you can prevent the tragedy from happening at night."

"Because of you, Freya no longer needs to become an [Executioner] indirectly."

"Thank you."

The girl's voice full of complex emotions brought an end to today's unexpected meeting.

(End of this chapter)