People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"If you want to restore it, restore the people by the way. The Eastern District without rogues and thieves feels less interesting..."

Not caring that he was in the opponent's spell at all, Sigurd leisurely looked here and there, completely unable to feel the tension that should have been in the enemy's association site and had already been recruited.

"But what is the basis for this thing? I don't remember that I have been to such a place..."

Although Sigurd knew exactly what this place was, the surrounding environment was very unfamiliar. After all, he didn't have any special needs to come to this kind of place.

He is busy running around the world every day, and he is not interested in traveling in a familiar place like London.

"It's about time to do it, right? I can destroy your enchantment just by 'stepping' forward?"

Looking around, Sigurd shouted at the streets of London like a dead city.

I don't know if the opponent finally decided to make a move, or if Sigurd himself yelled and finally launched an attack technique. In short, the thick white mist around him began to dissipate. With Sigurd as the center, it was like drawing A circular field generally forms a "high fog wall" around it.

The sound of footsteps began to appear, and it was not to the extent of one or two people.

It is obvious that the footsteps of men's leather shoes are approaching synchronously from Sigurd's left side.

The speed is not fast, and the number of opponents is not particularly large.

Sigurd didn't turn around, but simply turned his neck, looking helplessly at the comer.

"What should I say? Flattered or unexpected?"

A group of people stood still, with the old man at the head as the center, and a team of four people on each side emerged from the thick fog.

Chapter 130: The "Golden Dawn" Coming

Nine people of different heights and ages lined up from the "high fog wall".

The leader is an old man. The old man is wearing a thick coat that looks like a doctor. His shoes are of a normal price level. identity person.

On the left and right sides of the old man, there are two people who are not dressed in the same style as the old man.

On the left is a woman in a long, unadorned dress.

She wears a monocle without too much decoration, and she should be around twenty years old.

The overall image is like a governess in an ancient picture book, and it is not surprising that it matches the surrounding environment.

The only thing that can be called "violation" or "unusual" is probably the two short sticks, one black and one white, placed on her shoulders.

On the right is a man wearing a white long-sleeved thick shirt, loose slacks, and an old-fashioned tennis suit with a portable oil lamp. His age is probably between that of a woman and an old man.

Although he stood relatively close to the two of them, it seemed that the man was not too cold about the two "companions" around him, at least he didn't show any respect for the old man.

The position where the woman was standing just now was half a shoulder behind the old man, while the man was almost parallel to the old man.

Afterwards, it continued to extend, and next to the woman was a serious man in a green military uniform without camouflage, with small bags of bandages and disinfectant hanging everywhere, looking quite like a doctor.

Next to the man in tennis pants on the right side is a man wearing a custom-made suit and also wearing a monocle. At this time, he is still holding a gentleman's usual "stick" in his hand, a straight stick The body is black, and at the top of the handshake is a red gemstone that looks like a lot of money.

But at this time, the cane used to show the status of a gentleman is not supported on the ground, but is clamped under the armpit with the bottom of the cane facing forward. If you understand it, you will find that this is a starting hand of the relatively popular Barton technique. preparatory action.

There are also some characters like this in the future. Although they are dressed in different styles, the group of people acted synchronously and appeared in front of Sigurd.

Looking at these characters in front of him, Sigurd just smiled helplessly.

"Okay, I guess I know whose head this prototype came from. So now... am I Jack the Ripper?"

"Isn't this asking knowingly?"

The woman with the monocle tapped her shoulders with two short black and white sticks, and said so with some doubts in her tone.

"Although it is undeniable that the jobs they do are not decent, is the slaughter of women an intolerable crime?"

"Do I have a chance to defend myself? Like give me some time to find a lawyer or... a judge?"

"Well, Brody-Innes is busy in court recently, so I probably don't have time to come here to deal with you. But you should feel lucky?"

"Indeed, I definitely don't want to play 'counting the cross' game with him, you know, it's too terrible."

Sigurd's words seemed to make the nine extraordinary magicians a little puzzled, and they revealed expressions of surprise almost simultaneously.

"It seems that the Ripper, who we have been hunting for for almost three months, is not an idiot. He even learned to gather information, Westcott?"

"Anne, I don't think having a clever and cunning enemy is a cause for celebration. In fact, in who I am, it was a disaster from the start."

"Yes, my lord Coroner of Scotland Yard. So what is to be done this time, Mr. Great 'Co-Founder'?"

"While true, adding 'one of' specifically makes me feel like you're kidding me, but about that..."

The conversation between the two was going on normally, but the others who were walking with the two seemed to be impatient.

"Mr. Westcott, if the two of you have no intention of making a move, can I go first?"

"As gentlemen we don't want to keep 'ladies' waiting too long."

The woman named Annie looked at the man who casually intervened in their conversation with some displeasure.

She didn't hide her dissatisfaction at all, and questioned the man aggressively.

"Federick, if you're worried about 'who' waiting too long, then you shouldn't have let this weirdo go a month ago, and let him have free time to kill someone else."

Regarding the woman's accusation, the man named Federico did not shirk or try to find an interface fee to refute. He nodded indifferently and admitted his mistake quite straightforwardly.

"I didn't expect that the other party would use the 'sacrifice' process to lure our spell away with the corpse. I am also sorry about the damage to the lady's corpse."

"But at least you cleaned up the scene, which saved me from dealing with a 'violent corpse case'."

"Hey, Mr. Police Officer, isn't it a little too irresponsible to say that? It's also your job to send off the dead and punish the wicked, right? Isn't it a good idea to take taxpayers' money like this?"

"Annie, please, there are no people other than the 'association' right now, but if I let other people hear about my salary, my salary may be greatly reduced."

While the incongruous conversation was going on here, a discordant voice intervened among the members of the "Golden Dawn".

The eight people looked at Sigurd at the same time, and all of them were not in a good mood.

Of course, the current Sigurd should be the notorious "Jack the Ripper" in the eyes of these "Golden Dawn" members, so there is nothing wrong with such an expression.

"that......"

"Why? A young woman accusing a perverted murderer? Can't wait to be killed by us? Or do you want to interfere with our attention and have another 'golden cicada escape'? Don't even think about it, this time there are other people lurking around Yes, you can try it if you dare, but the attacks of those guys can't guarantee that you will leave a whole body."

"No, actually I want to ask, do I have a small opinion that I can express?"

"Well, interesting fellow. Of course young man, if this is your last words, I'd love to hear it. Although you probably won't have a tombstone, if you want a bouquet of flowers, I can still satisfy you. Even if you are a heinous murderer."

"Then I told you?"

With Westcott's approval, "Jack the Ripper (Sigurd)" took a deep breath, and then...

"McQueen Mathers is a pig!!!"

"Westcott, this guy is unexpectedly smart?"

Just as Annie was saying these words in an incongruous manner, a "doctor" in a green military uniform and the three people behind him violently attacked.

Chapter 130 Five: Edward Belleci and the "Gold"

Facing the attack of the four, Sigurd did not evade in a hurry.

Generally speaking, the general magician will keep a safe distance as much as possible in the early stage to prepare their own spells.

But Sigurd did not do this, even if the opponent was a member of the strongest magic association "Golden Dawn" that once existed in London.

But in fact, if you look closely behind Sigurd, you will find that in the seemingly empty area, there is actually no room to retreat.

"The fog is shrinking, probably planning to limit my movement space over time?"

Although there was no sense of tension, the golden mercenary turned slightly to the left at the moment the opponent launched an attack.

A slash mark the size of a fist appeared on the solid rock-paved ground between them.

There were no signs or early warnings, and it was impossible to even see what kind of weapon the blow was caused by. Although the result was quite obvious, it did not leave any obvious information.

"As for? An exasperated doctor wielding a 'scalpel'?"

No one responded to Sigurd's question, and the other "Golden Dawn" mages on the left and right also participated in the attack with their own unique methods.

Sigurd still didn't move, and he didn't even come up with any plans for spiritual equipment.

Stopping at the intersection of the avenues, poker and chess players on the left and right have already outflanked each other alternately.

The seemingly innocuous props have actually completely blocked Sigurd's retreat.

"The number and position of poker and chess pieces are used to refer to the formation and transformation of the army? If the general effect is to gather, guide, and disperse forces, in short, you are not the main attackers. Isn't it, backup dancers?"

"!!!"

For some unknown reason, the poker and chess pieces that were outflanking the left and right exploded almost simultaneously.

The two magicians of the "Golden Dawn" were also forced to retreat, after all the props in their hands were destroyed.

Ignoring the scattered cards and the wreckage of chess pieces, the four magicians of the "Golden Dawn" who were "vanguards" were not in a hurry to launch a second attack.

But in the same way, after defeating the opponent's props, the mercenary did not pursue the victory.

If Sigurd recklessly pursued those two "Golden Dawn" members just now, the best result would probably be losing an arm.

Sigurd said helplessly looking at the wooden barrel that had been cut off by the side of the road.

"I said 'doctor', isn't it good to chop someone with a scalpel?"

There were small bags of bandages and disinfectants hanging all over his body, and the man in a green military uniform subconsciously shook his shoulders after hearing this.

And through the slightly separated bandages and gaps in the pouch, you can see where several small lenses are hidden.

"Using the reflector to cause 'dispersion' of the target is really a terrifying technique. It should be a recovery technique that draws out the 'toxin' to achieve a healing effect?"

"This guy......"

The four official members of the "Golden Dawn" retreated at a distance from each other, seemingly intending to regroup.

The other "gold" who were watching the excitement in the rear had no intention of going up to help, and seemed to have no doubts about the fact that the four people in front could deal with the enemy.

And although it was said that she had no intention of making a move, the woman named Annie spoke unexpectedly.

"Westcott, was the Ripper so strong before? Do you understand the attack technique that just defeated Edward Bellich?"

"Annie, you have to understand that it is precisely because all of us understand that we have such a unified expression."

Not only Westcott and Annie, but Federico and other members of the "Golden Dawn" also watched the battle ahead with serious faces.