People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"What are you doing? Our workload is already heavy, and the highest bishop must have a sense of time!?"

"Um... so sorry..."

"That's right, I'm sorry, please fix your makeup immediately. We're leaving soon, or we might miss the dinner?"

[It seems that you are also very busy.Then I won't bother. 】

Laura said goodbye briefly to Matthew Liss.

The Roman Orthodox Pope, who was in the Vatican at this time, sighed.

"Being able to get along with subordinates and believers on an equal footing. In a sense, is it true that the managers of the Puritan Church in England are better than me?"

Chapter 250 Nine: The Restless Leisa and the Girls of "New Light"

It's like what you see in commercials for milk or butter.

The slightly bumpy green land stretches to the horizon.

Cattle houses, stables and warehouses are built all over the land.

It was eleven o'clock at night, and the cows and horses were probably sleeping in the hut.

If it is daytime, you should see many grazing cows or grazing horses here.

A road cuts off this green meadow.

A car was running down the road, a small car a little cramped for a family.

Judging from the general external situation, this car seems to be rented, and at this time, four girls and a "loveless" mercenary are crowded in the car.

A girl sitting in the back seat was opening the window and looking out.

She was wearing a blue miniskirt and a rustic jacket zipped up to her neck.

It was a teenage girl with long black hair braided in three braids at the edges.

"Ah—are you going to bid farewell to the fragrance of green grass soon?"

"I don't care if I say goodbye to those things, can you get off me first?"

"I can't help it~ Who made Bellopu so stingy and only rented such a small family car? Obviously, 'Master', you have said that you will be reimbursed. Really, shouldn't you choose a super luxurious car at this time A nice camping trip?"

"Is there any direct connection between this and your restless husky-like car crawling around here? In fact, if you can be honest, it won't be crowded like this?"

Holding down the girl's kicking legs, Sigurd suppressed the urge to throw her out or mail it back to Scotland.

"Also, this time you are here for the annual 'assessment'! You must not have forgotten that if you fail to meet the 'targets' issued by the Puritans, your title of 'Association Reserve Army' will be revoked, right?"

The girl lying on Sigurd's lap completely ignored the mercenary's words and continued to move around, as if feeling a little regretful that there were no cows or horses grazing outside.

"Don't be so stingy~ Shouldn't you be a little more accommodating to your 'love disciple'? For example, at this time, you should say helplessly, but dotingly say 'you, you are always like this'?"

"Leisa, let's not say that you are talking about the plot of the comic, but your butt is exposed! If you move around like this, you will be seen? And your tail is in the way, you can't Take it back?"

The ones speaking in displeased voices were the women on the left and right sitting next to Sigurd.

With silver hair, she is dressed similarly to Reza, but without a jacket and wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt with high breasts.

Two or three buttons were undone around the neck, and boots wrapped around the ankles were on the feet under the miniskirt.

She was opening the "tail" shaking in front of her eyes with her hand, and sitting next to Sigurd, she was also disturbed by the spiritual tail behind the girl named Leisa and couldn't take a good rest.

"What does it matter~ If this can 'bind' this mercenary in England, then I will sacrifice my hue~"

"If you don't take it back, I'll pull out your 'tail'! Also, if you don't want to be thrown out, I suggest you sit down right away. We don't have time after you are shot out like a cannonball , to recover you idiot in the wilderness?"

I don't know if she realized that Sigurd was about to reach the critical point of being thrown out by herself, or recalled the experience of being almost mailed back to Scotland last time. In short, Leisa didn't seem to intend to continue challenging Sigurd. Will really throw myself out.

Thus, the girl named Leisa was finally able to be honest.

But only a little.

While looking out the window, Leisa gave orders to "Tail".It is said to be put away, but in fact it is not put into the body, but retracted into the miniskirt and wrapped around the base of the thigh.

The act of retracting her "tail" made Leisa raise her butt even higher.

After Sigurd turned his head to avoid it, his white underwear almost hit Bellopu's face.

"That's why! Didn't I tell you to take it back!!"

"Damn it, did you fail in the 'Fat Time Raid' operation? Then! The 'Crafting Female Disciple' operation begins!!!!"

"Lesa!!!!!!"

The unbearable Bellopu planned to start a counterattack.

"Wow!? Don't slap it with both hands suddenly!? Bellopu is so irritable before the battle!! Floris, tell her too!!"

"Hey, am I busy driving right now?"

The blond girl holding the steering wheel looked listless.

She appears to be about 15 years old, and her clothes are similar to the previous two.

Jackets over tracksuits, though, and leggings under miniskirts.

After knowing that she couldn't get "foreign aid", in order to keep her ass from being blown up by Bellopu, Leisa was also forced to be honest.

Although he was still pouted in dissatisfaction, at least he was no longer crawling around in the not-so-rich back seat like an excited large working dog.

Keeping her legs together seems to be trying to free up as much space as possible, and it is rare for Leisa to actually sit down quietly.

Although the sitting place is still on Sigurd's lap, there is no way.

After all, this car is really not big. If it were two girls, it would probably be able to squeeze a relatively thin person, but it would definitely not be able to squeeze a man who is taller than a woman.

Although Sigurd cannot be said to be a muscular hand-to-hand magician like William Orwell and the head of the Knights, but as a male, his figure will not leave any excess when he is side by side with Belop. The position was squeezed in for Leisa.

"But the scenery hasn't changed. Although you shouldn't get lost, is this really the way, Lancis?"

The girl named Floris turned her head and asked the brown-haired girl sitting on the assistant's seat and leading the way, at this time...

"Stop, stop...It's itchy. Ah, magic, magic. If you inject magic, it's itchy, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Bastard, the magic power injection I made will move around. In the middle of refining life to create magic power, I will get itchy if I accidentally..."

Floris clicked her tongue and looked at the rear seat in the rear view mirror.

"Master, is there no way to solve Lanxisi's physical problem?"

"Lancey has a physique that is particularly sensitive to magic power. This physique gives her a 'psychic ability' and 'detection accuracy' far beyond ordinary people. It is definitely not a good choice to directly solve the physique."

"Then how about potions?"

"Oh!!! Then it was a misconfiguration that caused Lanxisi to spread out with heat all over her body? I see, master, do you like this kind of tune?"

"Lesa!!!"

After being hit by Bellopu's "kong" crit, Leisa, who was carrying a big bag, finally became completely "quiet".

I just don't know if I can wake up after arriving at the destination...

Chapter 260: Girls in Scotland

On the outskirts of St. Giles Cathedral, a group of four girls gathered here.

"Belop, why are we here?"

"Stop complaining. Or is it that the salad can't stop your mouth?"

"But...it's totally unnecessary, isn't it (it's not necessary at all)?"

Speaking vaguely, Reza was fighting with the salad in her hand.

I didn't have a good rest along the way, so I finally came to Edinburgh and naturally needed to replenish my energy.

"This is an assignment from the Puritan sect, so we also need to hand over information and mission content to the staff at St. Giles Church. Lancis, do you still have any chicken nuggets?"

"what?"

Looking at Lancis who was fighting with French fries, and the lunch boxes piled up in the greasy fast food paper bag at hand, Floris waved her hand to signal Lancis to continue eating.

"In short, if the handover is not carried out with the personnel of St. Giles Church, then our 'assessment' still cannot be completed."

"But it's so troublesome."

"There is no way. After all, I heard that although the target entrusted to us this time is not so outstanding in its own strength, it is quite difficult to deal with."

"I don't like necromancers at all. I'd rather fight a Japanese onmyoji."

The four nodded in agreement.

They are all successors of the "golden" lineage. Although the magic they learn is mixed with a lot of Nordic materials, it will not change the fact that they belong to the "golden" magician.

At the same time, since their spells use a lot of Nordic materials, it directly leads to their insufficient combat effectiveness, but they are not good at dealing with those annoying magicians who play "status flow".

And this time the commission, according to the first-hand information they received, that guy was a troublesome person they were not good at chasing.

Ella Barnard

This is a necromancer who has practiced Christianity and Voodoo at the same time.

What she is good at is not summoning the dead to be driven by herself, nor is she a curse killer who simply uses the dead to curse the enemy.

In fact, according to the information sent back after the Puritan "scout" fought her, the other party should be a guy who is good at using and temporarily making "on-the-spot spiritual outfits" on the spot.

To put it simply, its own lack of strength relies entirely on the temporary construction of spiritual equipment for reinforcement.

In this regard, this necromancer has something in common with ordinary alchemists.

The reason why she is weak and the reason why she makes the Puritans feel troublesome is actually the same.

Said she is weak, if there is no blessing of spiritual equipment, then even ordinary members of the Puritan sect can deal with her.

But if she was allowed to prepare enough spiritual outfits, and even given her time to build a "ceremony field", then even the elite of the "Church of Necessary Evil" would find it difficult to deal with it alone.

Not to mention that this guy doesn't intend to fight the Puritan magician head-on at all. Every time he takes a shot, he changes places. It feels like she is avoiding the battle the whole time.

But knowing that he has been avoiding the war, he has been stealing tombs around Scotland all day long.

At the same time, she doesn't seem to have a precise target.

Whether it is the purpose of the church or the cemetery of the general public, in short, as long as the cemetery feels likely to be her target.