Our family is in decline

"We Roma are the wind of freedom, we can blow wherever we want." Tamara looked a little weird when she heard this, but she was destined not to say some words, so she could only pretend to be cool.

"Really? I don't believe it~" Lance joked with a smile, "I thought you couldn't forget me and came here to find me."

Lance's words were both a tease and a test. He still remembered that the Roma were good at divination and prophecy.

Because the road going north is swallowed up by the wilderness, the end of this old road is only Hamlet. Could this guy still be thinking about his ring and come to your door?

"Of course I can't forget you. It's all because you lied to me that I'm like this now." When Tamara said this, her head started to hurt again, and her tone was somewhat gritty. It was probably because of her that she became like this now. because of him.

He was obviously so strong, but he still pretended to be a noob to tease himself, which caused him to be exposed by the backlash, and then he was caught up.

Lance watched her reaction as she suddenly said something.

"What are you being chased by?"

Tamara's brain, which had been tortured by pain, suddenly calmed down at this moment, and her expression seemed a little unnatural.

But Lance was minding his own business.

"Geralt and the nun are chasing wizards but they also rest at night. It is very unreasonable for you to show up there and encounter the wizard first.

Most of the extraordinary accessories on your body have dimmed their luster, and they have obviously been used, but you only used one in the battle described by Geralt.

Moreover, the supplies inside the carriage are very different from the last time I came in. You can't be so free and can't even replenish the simplest supplies, can you? "

As Tamara listened to Lance's analysis, her already pale face became even more ugly.

She didn't tell anyone about the trouble she was in because she was afraid that the lord Lance would kick her out if he found out about it.

You must know that you are seriously injured now and will not recover for less than ten days and a half, not to mention that a lot of your things have been consumed.

Whether you can survive being kicked out now is a question...

"What kind of trouble have you gotten into? Who's after you?"

Lance was also a little curious, but Tamara was unwilling to say it. It seemed like there was a story behind it.

This reaction makes people more curious. The desire to find out the truth is hidden in everyone, commonly known as curiosity.

But compared to the empty story, Lance was more concerned about the wizard's situation, so he could only suppress his curiosity and say something instead.

"Hamlet is peaceful and peaceful, and residents abide by the law. No one can do anything in Hamlet."

He didn't give her a very direct promise because he didn't know the enemies she had provoked, but he still marked a safe zone for her.

The severe pain caused her brain to almost lose the ability to think, but Tamara still heard the hidden meaning of Lance's words, and was a little surprised and confused for a moment.

"you……"

"Recuperate in peace, and tell me what you know by the way."

Lance brought the topic directly. What he needed was the profound knowledge in Tamara's brain.

“I’ve seen that wizard before. He runs an antique shop on the inner street of Rat Street in Totnes, but in fact everyone knows that it’s just a cover-up.

Judging from his appearance, he should be a Levantine, and his style should be that of a strange wizard. They gain power by signing contracts with inhuman monsters. Of course, they are also the slaves of those monsters in reality and need to be worshiped, otherwise they will suffer backlash.

I don't know why I was wanted. It probably happened after I left. I was unlucky enough to get caught up in the fight between them.

However, according to the ritual he held to slaughter the village, it seems that there should be a problem with his old contract, otherwise there would not be new monsters who held the ritual contract. "

Tamara did not hesitate. Anyway, this information was not a secret and could basically be seen.

Lance thought about the information, but it was still too general and difficult to connect. He could only take out a few things he saw on the battlefield.

Triangular pendant, bone furnace, and a wooden box.

"Can you tell what these things are?"

"Quickly, take it away!" Tamara raised her hand to block her eyes as if she was stimulated, showing strong rejection.

"As for it?" Lance could only put the things away.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch unknown extraordinary items? You don't know what curse the wizard will leave on it, or there may be something wrong with the item itself."

Tamara warned. She was so weak now that she didn't dare to touch those things, and she didn't even dare to look at them for fear of being affected.

"Okay, let's talk about those two people."

"The man named Geralt is a famous master witcher on the mainland. His white hair and golden vertical pupils were influenced by the rituals within the witcher. However, he is also very powerful and immortal. Has great resilience.”

"Immortality?" Lance suddenly became energetic. For a culture that has endured, immortality is definitely a pursuit imprinted on the soul.

"It is said that he died once but was resurrected. I don't know if it is true or not, but he has not aged since his legend was already known in the mainland decades ago, but the purpose of this ritual is The side effect seems to be loss of fertility.”

"Ah~ forget it then..." Lance suddenly wasn't so interested anymore.

How could Tamara not understand what Lance meant? She could only roll her eyes at this guy.

…………

The master would never let a betrayer die so easily.

Catherine knows that if she fails, she will suffer all kinds of torture. Even death is not the end. Her painful soul will be sacrificed to the devil of the abyss and undergo desperate torture...

That's why she didn't dare to take action. The huge pressure brought by fear made her dare not reveal the slightest bit of rebellion.

But at that time, Catherine, who was familiar with her master's habits, understood that if she didn't take action, she would have no chance. The knife was thrust out with long-standing resentment.

The poison smeared on the ritual dagger is guaranteed to kill it, and this was taught to him by the master.

The situation was indeed as she wished, the master fell, but the next scene made her swallowed by despair and fear.

When the ritual in her body was triggered, Catherine knew that she would not die, because death was already a luxury at this time...

Lance was sitting aside, checking and flipping through the contents of her backpack. They were strange and weird, and many of them were difficult to understand with normal people's thinking.

And at this moment, he seemed to notice something and looked up.

"woke up."

This sound seemed to have some kind of power, and she woke up and fell into extreme panic, almost jumping up.

Following the wizard and experiencing various harsh environments all year round still made her more able to withstand stress than ordinary people, and her attention was instantly locked on the strange man in front of her.

"Who are you?"

"I rescued you, what do you think?"

Lance said leisurely, and his eyes swept over the woman. She had dark skin, a thin body, and her cheeks were slightly sunken, looking malnourished, but her eyes were very bright, revealing some kind of magical power.

As for Catherine, she didn't pay attention to his gaze at all, but focused all her attention on these words.

save? Have you been rescued?

Catherine looked blankly at the unfamiliar environment around her. She noticed something strange about her body and raised her hand to see that all her equipment was gone, replaced by a set of simple clothes.

That's right, if you are the master, what you see when you wake up is the ceremony.

"Thank you for rescuing me. Where are my things? I need to leave here, otherwise I will cause trouble for you." Catherine had no intention of staying. Although she didn't know what happened, she must not let herself fall into the bald state. in hand.

"Trouble? Is this what you're talking about?"

Lance took out the triangle pendant, and the dangling triangle immediately caught Catherine's eyes.

"That monster has been killed by me, you are safe now."

Lance played with the pendant in his hand and explained calmly.

After hearing the news, Catherine also reacted. The wizard could not let her go. The only explanation was that he was dead.

He raised his hand to cover his heart and felt it carefully. He found that the ritual in his body was really broken. He had mixed feelings for a while and fell down on the bed in a daze.

I escaped, I finally escaped.

At this moment, the expression on her face went back and forth between crying and laughing.

Laughing at the fact that he finally got rid of the wizard and still alive, and crying because of the torture he has experienced along the way.

Lance observed this person's reaction and probably understood that although she and the wizard were on the same side, the relationship between them was more like that of a slave and a slave owner.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted this way when the wizard died.

"I need an explanation. Why did you massacre my people on my territory and sacrifice them to evil beings?"

Lance said something, and that attitude didn't give her a good look, because he found some things in the woman's backpack... According to the church, they were full of blasphemy.

Not to mention that he learned from Geralt what the two wizards did during their escape.

Let’s not talk about the previous one, but the recent one held evil rituals on his territory and sacrificed his people. Counting those villages as his people, Lance was kind enough not to kill her with a knife.

Catherine broke away from that emotion, and she couldn't help but look at the man in front of her, her brows slowly frowning.

It seems that I have just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again...

"He and I are not on the same side, I was forced."

"I don't care. You were involved in this matter. The wizard is dead, but someone must be responsible for this account."

"I will give you everything I have..." Catherine saw the hope of freedom for the first time, and she seemed a little panicked for a moment.

But her words were interrupted directly by Lance.

"No, those things are mine now. You are not qualified to decide. The only thing you can decide now is to prove your own role. Hamlet does not raise idlers."

This sentence undoubtedly obscured the freedom that Catherine had finally seen.

I thought I had finally flown out of the birdcage, but in fact it was just a change of birdcage.

Despair came like a tide, making her feel suffocated.

But the vicious character she developed around the wizard would not let her obey so easily. The look in her eyes when she looked up at Lance was somewhat...

"What~are you not convinced?"

Lance also saw her reaction, but he didn't care much and even wanted to laugh.

When the difference in strength is too great, the threat becomes a bit ridiculous.

Catherine instinctively restrained herself, but that thought did not disappear, it was just hidden in her heart.

How could an extraordinary person be born between heaven and earth...

"Take it."

Before she could react, Lance threw the triangular pendant in his hand towards her.

Catherine took it subconsciously, but this situation made her a little confused.

What happened?

"I'll give you a chance. As long as you can influence me, I'll let you go. If you can't, just stay and atone for your sins." Lance explained calmly.

Catherine held the pendant and fell into deep thought. She didn't know if it was a trap or something, such as inducing herself to take action and then killing herself?

Is it just necessary?

And this man doesn't seem to like him for anything, he is very self-aware of this Catherine.

So why does he do this?

"Hurry up, my time is precious." When Lance saw her entangled, he could tell that this person was definitely a guy with a dark mind and a deep inner world.

This urging brought Catherine back to her senses, but looking at her stern face, she couldn't figure out the meaning of this behavior at all.

In just two or three seconds, she thought about many possibilities, but when she met the man's eyes, she realized that he didn't mean much at all. It was just the simplest, naked display of strength.

If he could kill the wizard, how could he possibly win?

In the end, all the entanglements were eliminated, leaving only helplessness.

"Catherine is willing to serve her master..."

Catherine held the triangular pendant in both hands and came to kneel in front of Lance.

She still chose to surrender. Perhaps she had become accustomed to surrendering to the strong over the years.

"Get up, there is no master here, and I don't have so many rules here." Lance smiled and helped her up from the ground.

She is willing to be obedient, and her strong bones are all in the nursing home.

Catherine looked at this man strangely, his aura was completely different from that of a wizard.

"Your crimes are hard to count, but since you were forced, I am still willing to give you a chance to change your ways." Lance raised his hand and said, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Catherine didn't know what this person looked like, so she could only sit aside carefully, but she firmly grasped the triangular pendant. This subconscious action showed that she was not as obedient as she appeared.

"I want to know everything about that wizard, and tell you everything you know."

Lance went straight to the point, with some urgency.

Don’t understand where the power of flesh and blood in the wizard comes from? Why does he appear around Hamlet? Lance couldn't sleep because of these things.

"The first time we met was more than ten years ago. As traveling merchants, our family was riding camels to the next oasis when we found a seriously injured old man in the yellow sand..."