In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 125 The Finale
Not long after Ryan left the court, it was dawn.

As everyone wished, the silence last night lasted the whole night without any unexpected events.

Another "lossless" night.

Ryan, who returned to the residence, was not happy.

Not only because of Freya's gratitude and appeal, but also because of a strange [flower leaf].

The depressed mood is more due to a document sent by the agency.

"Last night, the blood collected from that monster showed a high degree of match with one of the monsters that was hanged at the Judgment Conference during the day."

Ryan took a breath, rubbed his temples vigorously, sat upright, and carefully scanned the report in front of him.

"what's the situation?"

Raphael was also stunned as he hugged the maple leaf.

"During the day, the witch who was hanged appeared again at night?"

Raphael poked his head out and leaned in front of Ryan, one person, one cat, and two pairs of eyes floating on the virtual projection on the table at the same time.

". Mass grave."

Raphael squatted on the table, squinted his eyes, and said suddenly: "I have seen with my own eyes, those people buried [Witch]'s body in a mass grave."

With a very determined tone, she showed that she was a mature black cat, very reliable and absolutely impossible to make mistakes.

One person and one cat stare at each other.

Ryan touched his chin and thought: "Those mutant monsters on the execution ground have their heads and hearts pierced. After the corpses are taken away, they even cut off their heads."

There is no doubt that "they" at the time were confirmed dead.

However, why are the monsters that appear at night highly similar to dead individuals?
"Sister? Relative?"

"Or"

Ryan's eyes lit up.

At the same time, Raphael's ears flicked suddenly.

"The Witch Trial."

"Not only does it mean that the monster that caused trouble the night before is killed, it may also symbolize another disaster."

The information obtained from Freya's mouth seemed to be confirmed.

This reveals the essence of the Witch Trial.

The black cat sighed.

It turned out that she also fell into the inherent thinking.

"The monster that haunted the night before the trial? No—"

"Using death, the monster that was resurrected that night was created."

Ryan looked gloomy, and he thought of one thing.

"A monster that descended suddenly in the fog."

He had never understood why the witch would suddenly appear in the air in an imperceptible way when she came at night.

If, by some means, the witch who was executed during the day separated her soul from her body, her useless body would be buried in the cemetery, while her vicious soul would always be wandering in the air.

until it was dark.

The environment builds a new shell for them.

Ryan's mind was wide open.

"Large-scale blood collection is really useful." The black cat sighed, which was something she never expected.

And such a discovery, if there is no alchemy tool from the temple, I don't know how long it will take to discover——

Even she has to admit that no matter how much she tries to play tricks on people's hearts, in the face of iron-clad technology, it is like a piece of window paper, which can be broken with a poke.

It is very similar to the modern era with highly developed surveillance and criminal investigation.

Mystery novels are subject to unprecedented restrictions.

"Is this a trick?"

Ryan asked and answered, stood up, and shook his head.

"It's a matter of course [plan]."

"With the help of a certain characteristic of the monster, the [plan] to push the boat along the way, have you discovered it? There is no cover-up at all."

"Everything is laid out in front of you."

"It's just that no one will care whether the monster eats people first and then judges, or through the judgment, the monster eats people at night."

"Such a difference in order."

"." Raphael smoothed the cat's fur, she glanced at the [Maple Leaf] on the table, and asked, "So, I have a question."

"Since the monster during the day is not the witch who ate people the night before."

"Then Saint Freya, what did she find out from them to identify them?"

"Perhaps many people are hidden witches. Pianpian chose those people. Why?"

The black cat shook its head and stared at Ryan with round eyes.Suddenly, she clicked her tongue, and her eyes flashed doubt.

Lane didn't respond.

ask him?

How could he understand that even Freya herself was ambiguous, the so-called "Those people have the same features as the monsters that eat people at night—"

She plainly pointed out that those women are [very cooperative] mutants.

If Freya is not a black hand.

That proves that someone is behind the scenes, intentionally making these coincidences happen.

It seems to coincide with the purpose of "promoting the trial of the witch".

Ryan dodged suddenly, came to the table, and started to scratch the black cat's chin in a rather subtle way.

"Meow~~Meow!! Meow!"

Raphael was instantly intoxicated, and a strange sweet sound came from her throat, but soon, she realized that she was furious.

"laugh!"

The sharp cat's claws passed by.

Ryan leaned back expressionlessly, and picked up the "Maple Leaf" on the table.

"You watched it for a long time."

"Can you see what this thing is?"

"Cut! Bah, bah, bah!"

Raphael scratched his chin angrily, stared at Ryan coldly for a long time, and then said reluctantly:

"Corpse!"

"?"

"This leaf is a corpse!"

When the words caught his ears, Ryan's face twitched.

Somehow, he remembered the things in a certain blow lamp and a certain notebook, corpses, plants, animals, a combination of gore and folk horror.

"To be precise, it's the stump."

Raphael sneered, and then said: "The flowers and leaves picked from the plant are not stumps?"

Anthropomorphic use is very good, don't use it in the future.

"What is the use?"

Ryan stroked the veins, he felt an indescribable comfort. Maybe the flowers and leaves were soaked in the fragrant bedroom, and even with it, there was a fragrance.

"This thing cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes."

Raphael said angrily, she thought for a moment.

"You said, that flower appeared behind Freya in the oil painting?"

Lane nodded.

"Then it is the thing that comes out of the painting."

Ryan rested his chin in one hand: "That is to say, the flowers written by God?"

Afterwards, he quickly thought of something, and asked the black cat, "Since this flower came out of a painting, what about Freya?"

"She should be a [living spirit] born of painting, right?"

Ryan remembered that when Raphael speculated on Freya's identity, he made two guesses, one as mentioned above.

One is [the real model who was affected by the painting].

"I don't know!"

Raphael rolled her eyes, she didn't dare to finish her sentence.

"But what is certain is that the painter's emotions must be poured into the people, scenes and things in the painting."

"Many times, because of this emotion, what appears in front of you is the person or object in the artist's impression, rather than the original appearance of the object."

"Under the blessing of [divine power], Hua and Freya have become elusive."

Ryan imitated the appearance of a black cat and rolled his eyes.

It's like saying it and not saying it.

This is the same wheel talk as [Revelation].

"Then, what is the use of this thing?"

"Blessings." The black cat said concisely.

"It's very simple. It's a girl. Or a hundred-year-old person's blessing to you. She hopes that you are safe and sound, that you defeat the enemy, and that you save the city."

"How is it, are you moved?"

Raphael sneered.

"Good."

Ryan nodded: "It's interesting that I haven't received this kind of gift after living for so long."

Raphael spread his hands and said, "Maybe, at some point, it will have unexpected miraculous effects."

"It's fine to keep it, even if it's a curse, it won't kill you."

In the words of the black cat, even the most vicious curse in the world turns into a river, and powerful magic power condenses into fire.

Then throw Lane into the river and boil the river water to a boil.

This kid can also take a comfortable bath while asking if you want to go into the water together.

Lane really doesn't care.

Stash the maple leaf in the inner pocket of your coat.

Three days.

For three days in a row, the night of this city was immersed in a pool of stagnant water——

As if realizing that once the "monster" is born, it will be slaughtered mercilessly by a lunatic, and the people behind the scenes gave up such a meaningless move.

However, does the silence at night also mean that there is a certain possibility of Ryan's speculation.

Because there is no "disguise" after cannibalism, so of course there is no need for identification and trial the next day.

Then, with the help of the trial ceremony, the process of generating new monsters is interrupted.

However, just when everyone thought that such quietness would continue for a while
The accident happened on the night of the fourth day.

Death flooded the city like a tsunami, and the screams of monsters came and went, almost making the night as noisy as day!
After three days of precipitation.

The monster ushered in a crazy counterattack!

"laugh!"

The sky is hazy with moonlight.

The executioner in the black windbreaker raised the butcher's knife, and as the cold light streaked across, heads landed one after another in an instant.

Blood spewed out like a tide.

It even blocked part of the drainage system.

Black floats and spreads on the streets of the city. As long as someone walks by, the sticky and slippery touch, as well as the black water splash on the soles of the feet, make people shocked and feel a sense of despair in their hearts.

The strong smell of blood wafted throughout the city.

The ferocious hunter hasn't stopped at all since the night bell rang.

He never stopped, never staying in one area.

After beheading the monster, he had to move quickly to the next area—this kind of rushing lasted all night!

Monsters are rampant in the city.

Similarly, the silver-armored warriors desperately traded injuries for injuries with the crazier monsters, fighting for their lives.

Dragging the butcher knife, Ryan competed with the bloody monster at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, as violent as a hurricane.

It is regrettable.

Although he is extremely efficient, non-stop.

Facing the monsters that "appear out of thin air" in the gray fog, it is still difficult to prevent them from causing damage to the city with one person's strength.

Tonight is destined to be a bloody night.

"Boom!"

Finally, the bell rang.

When the people ushered in the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

Before opening their eyes, the strong smell of blood gave them the greatest stimulation in their senses.

open the door.

The overwhelming blood color came oncoming.

"Blood—a lot of blood!"

"Are these all witch's blood!!"

People roared in horror.

But soon, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Everyone, are you okay?!"

"No! If it's all the witch's blood, it means that many witches have died, so why?"

Yes, in the city, only single-digit residents are missing.

If the streets are overflowing with the blood of witches, then why are these female residents who are suspected to be witches, mothers, wives, and children, still standing beside them! ?
"."

Standing on top of a tower, a man covered in blood watched silently.

"call out!"

A gust of wind hit, and Raphael's figure emerged in the air.

"Finally, I realized something was wrong."

Ryan sat on the top of the tower, hands on his knees, he whispered.

"In the past, if there was a riot, it was difficult to count [humans] who were killed at night—"

"Perhaps, there are still people doing something quietly in the gray fog."

"This confuses them, making it difficult for them to discover some problems between the number of witches and the dead."

"But now, the number is too much, even if the person's hands and eyes are open to the sky, there is no way to cover it up."

Raphael stared at Ryan.

"This is the last riot, and he's going to have a showdown."

"The ones from last night are all in stock, right?" Ryan dodged and jumped from the top of the tower. The next moment, his figure appeared in the street.

"pat-"

"Zi-"

Part of the blood has not coagulated, and the hunter's footsteps set off colorful blood flowers.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

along the way.

Someone saw Ryan's face, and they all slammed the door at the same time.

The black cat is a bit of a clean freak.

But she still stands on Lane's shoulders.

"Did you follow up last night?" Ryan asked with a smile.

"."

"of course."

Raphael used his protruding claws to stick on Ryan's shoulders, like a ballet dancer, with a sense of humor on thin ice.

"It's very clear," she said.

"Today's trial of the witch is the bell of the final act."

Ryan went all the way back to the residence.

He took a shower, then changed into the modern alchemy outfit he had taken off.

Get dressed.

He waved at the black cat.

"Let's go."

"Participate in today's trial."

Willard dragged his unsteady legs, walked slowly to the door of the tavern, and pushed open the door forcefully.

The devastated streets.

The disgusting smell of blood.

Telling the aftertaste of madness.

"."

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

After a long time, he turned around and concealed the door of the tavern.

He walked straight in the direction of Insel Square.

Lord Isaac put on his fine clothes under the service of his servants. His lord looked stern today. He already knew what happened last night.

Today is destined to usher in an unprecedented event.

Justice Wilder looked out the window and sighed faintly.

Priestess Eleanor opened her eyes from meditation.Her face changed slightly, her breathing was a little short, and her heart was beating violently, which seemed to indicate that today's trial was extraordinary.

Freya walked briskly, she pushed open the door of the tower, and the silver armored soldiers had already gathered in the courtyard.

Under the protection of the soldiers, she walked step by step towards the execution ground where farce was about to take place.

"Wow—"

A gust of wind blows.

Shake the leaves.

The girl stopped abruptly, she turned around, her golden hair was shining in the sun, and with her movements, the emerald color was smudged.

Looking down from the top of the mountain.

His eyes are distant and deep.

"Today, there is only one person"

(End of this chapter)