People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

The straightforward conversation between the two made Laura on the side smile helplessly.

"Can you explain why you deliberately fought against me?"

"Deliberately?"

When this point was mentioned, the Supreme Bishop seemed a little surprised, his eyes drifted to Sigurd, as if he got the answer from the mercenary.

The mercenary sat on the seat of "interrogating" the prisoner, with his legs resting casually on the tattered or even blood-stained table.

"She didn't intend to take Oreos away from the very beginning. She led the three 'witches' to attack me and Steele to give us a hint. She wanted to meet me from the very beginning."

"Indeed, the purpose of my trip is to meet you, but it's not what I want to be caught here. It's not comfortable here."

As the blond-haired witch spoke, the straps that bound her hands on the armrests suddenly loosened. Laura was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that it was not magic that unlocked the lock, but pure technology.

It seems that this witch mastered some kind of bone dislocation technique, and actually dislocated her wrist and knuckles to get rid of the shackles of the belt.

However, the witch who got rid of the belt did not fight back or try to escape, but moved her arm to reset the joint, then leaned on the seat and looked at Sigurd.

"Then, how about we chat. After all, we haven't said a word since we met you."

Chapter 51: The witch who runs the train with her mouth full

Just when the topic was about to start, the blond witch suddenly looked at the Puritan Supreme Bishop.

"So, Madam Supreme Bishop, can I be alone with this mercenary for a while?"

"Oh? So is there anything that would be inconvenient for me to hear?"

"If you're really that curious, then come and ask this mercenary later. How about you just treat it as a 'secret chat between young men and women'?"

The supreme bishop named Lola didn't say much, she confirmed to Sigurd with a wink that the witch just got rid of the belt, and the binding spiritual outfit on her body was not tampered with, then closed the door and exited." Room inquiry".

In the dark and damp room, only two "golden" magicians were left.

"Then can we start to explain? The reason for sneaking into London and even capturing the alchemist?"

"Well, there is really no special reason for these, didn't I just say that?"

Talking casually, Sigurd handed some kind of transparent liquid in the palm of his hand to the blond witch.

And the witch dipped some of it with her fingers without any trace, and spread the liquid on her earlobe by flicking her bangs.

"You said that your purpose is to see me, so what is the specific reason?"

(Are you a golden magician? What is the reason for seeing me?)

"It's nothing, I heard that there is a mercenary called 'The Strongest Gold' who has been operating in the UK, so I am curious and want to take a look."

(You should understand that my spell is based on the variant spell based on "Pan" in Greek mythology.)

What the witch smeared on her ears were just very ordinary drops of water, the same drops of water condensed everywhere on the walls of this dungeon.

At this time, the two officially borrowed "water" as a common channel. Whether it is the Eastern system or the Western system, it will always have something to do with "connection", although most of the time it refers to the dead connecting to the afterlife or going to the underworld. What.

And in some stories, such things as water also have the effect of "binding", the most typical one is the story of "the water ghost takes a double".

Here, the two "golden" magicians used water to build a special "passage" between each other, and through the meaning of "bondage", they re-translated the superficial dialogue to convey what they wanted to express. meaning.

The reason why Sigurd did this is actually very simple.

As a complete "individual" who does not rely on any country or organization, Sigurd does not believe in British Puritanism or Roman Orthodox Church, let alone Russian Orthodoxy.

Of course, it was impossible to believe a witch who was still attacking him last night.

Therefore, Sigurd will collect all the information, and then make a choice based on his own judgment.

And regarding the supreme bishop, although Sigurd always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't find any problems, and it felt like he had forgotten something important.

However, the mercenary knew very well that no matter what angle he looked at, it was impossible for him to give Lola, the head of the faction, more than the standard trust.

"Curiosity killed the cat, if you weren't good looking you might have been reduced to pieces."

(Like other nature gods, "Pan" is an older being than the Olympian gods. It is he who gave the Olympian gods knowledge and items.)

"Can I understand that you are complimenting me, Mr. Mercenary?"

(Yes, such as the prophetic powers of Apollo, the god of the sun, or the astrological powers of Astraia, the goddess of the stars.)

"Anything, but that's your reason?"

(so what did you see?)

"Actually, it's not that simple~"

(I didn't see anything.)

Although he said it in a playful voice, what actually reached Sigurd's mind was a rather serious tone.

As for the witch's "invisibility", Sigurd actually knew it in his heart, but he didn't intend to raise it himself.

"Well, if I have to say it, I probably want to fight you? You see, my great-grandfather was a member of the 'Golden Dawn', so naturally I also want to see the so-called 'Golden Elder Can't Be Conquered' Magic Master?"

(My astrology is to read out a general trend by observing everyone's "stars". In the strict sense, my technique cannot be called "divination", because I can't read accurate things, just Only a general trend can be seen.)

"uh-huh?"

The same onomatopoeia came from the mercenary's mouth, and he placed his fingers on the table, listening to the witch's narration with interest.

At the same time, in a room deeper in the dungeon of the Tower of London, Laura, the supreme bishop, was listening to the voice in the "interrogation room" from the huge brass phonograph-like spiritual outfit in front of her. dialogue between the two.

"Well, Lord Supreme Bishop, is this really okay? Overhearing which mercenary..."

The Puritan magician who was in charge of guarding the monitoring spiritual outfit was the group who followed to protect the second princess at that time, and he had witnessed Sigurd's terrifying fighting power with his own eyes.

Laura, who was sitting upright, shook her head casually, and drank black tea from the small tea table beside her.

"Don't worry, this spiritual outfit relies on the magic power of the leylines to transmit the communication in the room. Even any mercenary can't detect that we are listening."

"..."

"I don't deny that any mercenary is very powerful, and can even break through the full protection of any single church by himself. But even so, he is not a 'god', and there will always be times when he cannot be observed."

Laura's self-confidence is actually all due to the characteristics of this gramophone ghost outfit.

It borrows the huge leylines surrounding the entire underground of the Tower of London as a "telephone line" and uses the entire "interrogation room" as a "microphone" to eavesdrop on the conversations in it.

And this structure is mixed with the protection mechanism of the entire Tower of London, so there will be no special sense of violation.Even with special observation, it is impossible to detect any abnormalities in the leylines.

[And I heard that you are still a handsome guy, isn't it normal to want to take a look? 】

[Obviously just post the commission directly or find me directly, but if you insist on doing this, you will get yourself into the Tower of London. 】

【Well, isn't it a great plan to fight to show that you are a woman who is qualified to stand by your side?And if I beat you, I can turn you into my slave, huh? 】

[Do you, woman, have any trembling attributes? 】

[If you wish, you can also shake m~]

"Cough cough cough..."

"..."

The Puritan magician on the side listened to the conversation on the "gramophone" with mouth twitching, and Laura on the side was choked on black tea by some witch's words, and it took a while to recover.

"Well, Lord Supreme Bishop, I think you are a little paranoid."

"Look, it looks like this. I would think that there is something special about that witch. It seems that I was indeed mentally weakened by those secret mice."

Helplessly listening to the increasingly outrageous dialogue, Laura felt like an idiot for suspecting that the witch had important information about the "Golden Dawn".

And moving the screen to Sigurd and the Witch's side is a completely different style of dialogue, which is still going on.

Chapter 52: No visible "star"

"Ah, what color do you like for Mrs. Sigurd, black, white, or some kind of lace?"

(Mercenary, to be honest, after hearing about your deeds, I tried to divination your "inclination" more than once, but failed without exception.)

"Enough, can't you be normal?"

(And what about the "not seen" part?)

"Don't say that. Rather than underwear, swimwear or..."

(I found out later that it wasn't my divination that failed at all. It was...)

The witch, who seemed to be running the train with her mouth full of madness, used a rather serious tone in the "internal dialogue" at this time.

Sigurd, on the other hand, was the same on the outside, anyway, he was speaking in a voice that could not feel the ups and downs of emotions.

"...Would Mr. Sigurd prefer the maid outfit, JK or the workplace suit? I don't care about anything!"

(Mercenary, the reason for the failure of "divination" is because your "star" has fallen, or...your "star" never existed in this "sky" at all.)

"Enough is enough, why am I sitting here? Let me out, am I here to be 'tortured'!?"

(Are you trying to say that I'm actually a "dead person" or an "extraterrestrial visitor"? Miss Witch?)

"Well, don't say that, in fact, it's troublesome to have too many choices."

(You know this better than anyone, but you don't want to say it.)

The witch moved her body a little, stretched her waist casually, and leaked the fitting clothes of the binding spirit, following the witch's movements, to the skin underneath.

"But it's so humid here, it's not good for your skin if you stay for a long time?"

(You must have some reason, and you also know that your "star" does not exist in the "sky" at this time.)

"Then you'll be honest from the beginning."

(I'm not a fortuneteller, I can't understand this technical term.)

Glancing at Sigurd, the witch shrugged helplessly.

This time it's not an act, Sigurd can feel that this witch really doesn't intend to continue to delve into this issue.

"Forget it, I've been caught here, what else can I do? Is there any way to 'release' me or 'commit my sentence'? I've told everything I know, and the Roman Orthodox Church ordered me to come here. .”

(You must have your reasons if you don’t say it. As a fortune teller, I know best when to look into it and when not to. However, if you are willing to believe me, I can be your help.)

"It's not completely out of play."

(What is the reason I can give you trust?)