In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 115 "The prisoner is here."

"Oh!"

The door of the tavern was violently kicked open.

The outdoor sunlight suddenly penetrated into the three-foot radius of the door, and then, only the sound of dense footsteps and the crisp sound of heavy armor colliding, accompanied by the crowd of people pouring into the tavern.

The army of Insel City has arrived.

Most of them are covered with leather armor, with swords and weapons hanging from their waists.

His face was solemn and cold, and there was no concealment of anger and disgust in his eyes scanning the room.

Behind this line of dozens of people, two tall warriors wearing silver armor and holding big swords walked in slowly. Extra powerful.

"Da da da"

In front of the leather armored soldiers, a middle-aged man with a ferocious face quickened his pace and walked towards the bar. Since the moment he entered the tavern, his eyes had been lingering on the figure in front of the bar.

The soldiers behind blocked the entrance of the tavern, stopped in their tracks, and looked coldly at the bar.

"you!"

"Someone reported that there were strangers asking around here yesterday."

"What about people?"

The voice of the middle-aged man was unusually hoarse. He walked up to Willard, looked at this ugly face, and did not hide his malice.

However, when he saw the indifferent expression on the latter's face, he suddenly frowned and roared again.

"Deaf?!"

"Didn't you hear what the uncle said?!"

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Seeing this, Willard raised his eyebrows, but still didn't look at him directly.

"Mr. Willard, is this city so barbaric? Anyone who is a stranger will be taken away for questioning?"

It was a young voice.

"!"

The soldiers turned their heads quickly.

In the shadow of the corridor, a figure slowly appeared.

Ryan went straight to the edge of the bar and sat down lazily.

"laugh!"

Willard sneered.

A strange smile appeared on his ugly face.

"It's just a bunch of stupid dogs begging for mercy."

"They say what they say, and they do it."

"Come to my place today to make trouble, and probably don't know anything. That's right, these bastards with feces in their ears, who only care about bowing their heads, how would they know the real purpose of taking you back for interrogation?"

Willard produced a cup.

Fill it with wine and place it in front of the hunter.

"Interrogation?"

"A high-sounding excuse."

He sneered and glared at the leather armor warrior who was already furious.

Willard has never had a good look at these lackeys.

And after his wife was killed by these executioners who helped the evil, the hatred in his heart became even stronger.

Coupled with the sudden catastrophe, his temperament changed drastically.

If you want him to speak soft words, it is really harder than going to heaven.

"Dirty bitch!"

Say this.

Except for Ryan and the two silver armored warriors who were silent at the end, the rest of the troops looked anxious.

However, in a sense, what Willard said is indeed true.

These people are just ordinary gendarmes in the city, and they are responsible for such trivial matters as stopping fighting and maintaining law and order.

Just like yesterday, the soldiers who controlled the entry into "Insel Square" were these guys.

When they came here today, they were only ordered by their superiors to go to the tavern to take one person away for interrogation.

They don't know the deeper meaning, and they don't have the right to have a deeper understanding with their [authority].

Among this massive team, only the two defenders at the rear knew the reason.

"call out--"

Perhaps it was the anger of the middle-aged man who had been poked at a sore spot.

He jerked his sword out of its sheath.

After all, he is also a domineering person who is used to pretending to be powerful and domineering in the city, and it is impossible for him to endure the humiliation of others for nothing.

What's more, the person who humiliated him was the notorious "lunatic" in the city.

"Damn!"

"You murderous ghost who killed the whole family!"

"If it wasn't for your blasphemy, your wicked wife would have ended up in a terrible end!"

"I'll send you to accompany that dirty 'witch' today!"

However.
"do not be angry."

The young man in front of the bar responded with a smile.

"I'll just go with you after I finish drinking."

It seemed that what happened in front of him was just a fleeting moment to him, and Willard's humiliation to this guy could be covered up with only three words "don't be angry".

"laugh--"

Willard raised his head, and finally looked straight at the middle-aged man.

His twisted face was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

It's like seeing a clown who makes people laugh.

"Ah!"

"late!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man roared ferociously.

He raised his long sword, involuntarily he was about to draw his sword and cut people down.

The military police have certain law enforcement powers.

Killing people might cause trouble.

But killing the "notorious" Willard will never stop talking!
pity--

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar.

"puff--"

The body of the middle-aged man was like a rag, and was thrown some distance away. The long sword fell to the ground and landed where he was standing.

"!"

The soldiers suddenly felt like an enemy.

"Chong!"

They all drew out their long swords and stared nervously at the young man.

Ryan put his fist lightly on the bar.

It's as easy as reaching out to flick ashes.

"Kakkaka!"

The wood chips burst, and the sound of cracking was endless.

Their eyes wandered involuntarily, looking at the middle-aged man who was hiding in the corner of the tavern and huddled in the ruins, they couldn't help but feel horrified.

They finally found out, and they knew why the higher-ups didn't explain the identity of the person arrested this time.

This stranger—

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After seeing this scene, the two silver armored warriors at the end were also shocked.

A well-trained and strong fighter can be blown away with a single punch. This kind of violence is definitely not something normal people can have!

What's more, he just raised his fist slightly just now!

Thinking like this, their hands also slowly lowered at this moment, holding the hilt of the big sword.

Staring at Ryan, as if confirming certain facts, was full of deep fear.

"Ding!"

Ryan held his glass.

He raised his head and drank the dark red wine in one gulp.

"I'm going to investigate."

He put down the wine glass expressionlessly, then took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and pressed them lightly on the bar counter.

Hearing this, Willard was silent for a while.

But soon, his pale face twitched for a moment, and he smiled uglyly at Ryan, and said, "Maybe, those idiots will also judge you as a monster and execute you."

"If there is a day, I will definitely go to the execution ground to wish you a happy death."

"It's not a good word."

The demon hunter suddenly laughed: "But it's interesting. With your small body, it's better not to think about these things."

"I'm not here to be judged"

Drop this sentence.

Ryan stood up slowly and turned around.

Looking at the group of people who were facing the enemy, a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you the only ones here today?"

He sighed quietly.

After shaking his head, he looked forward again.

The body of the silver armored warrior has been lowered, and his palm is tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, as if the next second, he will draw his sword out of its sheath and charge forward.

"Can not be done--"

"It's boring!"

With a word fell.

The small tavern was suddenly enveloped by a gust of wind, and a black shadow flickered and danced in front of everyone, like a haunting ghost or a pitch-black thunder.

"boom!"

"Pong!"

The next moment, his body stood still.

He was pinching the necklines of two fainted soldiers.

Indifferently said:
"I want to see the mayor."

【Delos Court】

It is located in the center of the most prosperous city in the city-state of Insel.

It was proposed to be built by the "Justice" who left a great reputation in the long river of history-[Delos Granville].

It is the only "judicial institution" for this free and simple city for 500 years.

It is located south of the Eye of Insel, on the banks of the [Venila River].

Looking from the upper floors of the building, it is enough to see the meandering river, which is called the mother by the Insel people, with only a few shadows of boats on the river.

Both have witnessed the growth, rise and fall of Insell over the past 500 years.

But since two months ago, a series of strange and horrifying murders broke out, and Insell City was covered with a terrifying shroud.

The Delos Court has not ushered in a big scene for a long time.

After all, the so-called tribunal is an institution set up to adjudicate disputes between people, and it is not human beings who cause trouble, so it is of course useless.

Until today.

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The crowd who joined in the fun broke out in bursts of uproar.

They looked at the group of people who were walking on the open avenue, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

They chatted and kept guessing what kind of prisoner it was, which made a large number of city guards follow closely.

"Wow—"

The leaves on both sides of the road were blown by the wind, and the fallen leaves fell like songs, and the coolness permeated the air. Drops of mournful tears danced gorgeously in the wind, and finally fell gently to the ground.

The lakeside was shrouded in misty sunlight, and under the cover of the sky, the banks of the big river that could be seen from the street seemed to disappear.

The Venilla River meets the water and the sky, and though it rolls on, it is eerily silent.

"jingle--"

"Chong-"

Metal fricatives are exceptionally heavy and loud.

The young man in black, handcuffed and fettered, walked towards the Delos Court step by step under the "escort" of dozens of Insel defenders.

He drags a very thick chain.

The dark, ferocious metal scraped white marks on the ground.

However, for ordinary people, this weight may be difficult to move, but for him, it is just a "string" that restrains the pace and cannot open and close.

He walked briskly as if on a picnic, and his face was calm. Compared with the dignified faces of the people around him hidden under the masks, he was not like a "prisoner".

Even, lingering on the scenery in front of him, he still has the leisure to watch the so-called [Delos Tribunal] and [Venila River] presenting the scenery in front of him.

At the end of the road ahead, a simple and majestic black building stands quietly.

Its shape looks like a castle, but the pitch-black, metal or rock-structured walls are mixed with heroic outlines, which add a bit of sharpness and depth to it, without the precipitating beauty of an ancient castle.

"Kakkaka!"

The sling was lowered slowly.

The gate of the Delos Tribunal slowly opened.

Ryan turned his head, looked at the riverside, which was smudged by the sun and looked a little psychedelic and late, and raised his eyebrows.

"After walking for so long, have you been suffocated without saying a word?"

He smiled jokingly, and said to the Silver Armored Army who was holding a spear beside him.

Hearing this, the Silver Armored Army's expression was slightly condensed under the mask, but he still didn't open his mouth, but held the spear firmly in his hand, and put it on the neck of this dangerous young man.

Seeing them still so silent, the witcher was making fun of himself.

Turning his eyes to the distance again, his leisurely expression was like a young master from a rich family who came from somewhere to go out for an outing under the protection of his family guards.

not long ago.

He quickly dealt with a dozen military policemen in the tavern, and after speaking with the city lord in dialect, Willard's house was soon surrounded by familiar silver-armored figures.

The person who came here obviously played the role of "captain" with a certain status in Insel's garrison army.

He brought good news that wasn't bad for Ryan.

"Meet the city lord, yes."

"But you must go to the designated place and put on the torture equipment of confinement."

Ryan naturally readily agreed to such reasonable demands.

He knew the other party's intentions when he thought about it.

People who have no strength and stamina may already be paralyzed during the process of "walking through the streets", and even if they hold on to the [Delos Court] in the end, the threat will suddenly decrease due to exhaustion of physical strength.

But it is a pity that this wishful thinking was obviously in vain.

This young man looked thin and thin. How could the violence in his body be exhausted by wearing chains? He walked all the way without panting, with consistent steps, and brisk steps.

And there is leisure to enjoy the flowers.

There is no sense of being a "prisoner" at all.

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Under the "guard" of a dozen soldiers around him, Ryan slowly approached the dark and cold black castle in front of him.

Walk across the drawbridge.

Step into the door.

The thick stone walls and the red carpet are outlined with solemn patterns, and ancient heads made of unknown stone materials are distributed in the hall.

They are all the [Grand Judge] of Insell City

Right in front of the hall, a dark and heavy wooden door was tightly closed, and on both sides of the door, there were guards of a silver-armored warrior holding a spear.

"Bang! Bang!"

The heavy metal dragged on the ground, and as the armor fell to the ground, chaotic and loud music was played in the empty hall.

At the same time, the loud noise made the group of people inside the gate sit upright in an instant. They knew in their hearts that the rightful lord who made them gather here today and make the "judgment" had arrived.

Behind the door, in the simple and solemn hall, there was silence.

On the left and right sides, there are thirty jurors dressed in Chinese clothes.

And at the rear facing the gate, a high table is placed in front of a huge ten-colored glass with a window instead of a wall at the rear, and the twilight setting sun slanted in.

The dim light penetrated through these gorgeous colors, forming a rainbow pattern and hitting the wooden table lightly.

A crystal chandelier hangs high above the oak dome.

under the headlights.

Behind the wooden table.

Three figures sat quietly.

Isaac Lynn, the castellan of Insel with a gloomy face.

Close your eyes and meditate——Wilder Hardy.

And on the far right, the high priest who covered his face under a white veil and exuded a sacred and noble temperament——Elinor Weina.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Heavy footsteps came from outside the gate.

Judge Wilder also opened his eyes at this moment. He turned his head sideways and glanced at the city lord beside him with a more serious expression.

"Crack!"

"squeak--"

Pushed by the two fighters outside with all their strength, the two thick door panels opened slowly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

A thin figure that was beyond everyone's expectations easily pulled the huge steel ball, strolled in the courtyard, and slowly walked into the hall.

He walked through most of the city all the way, even from morning to sunset, his spirit was still very good, and even stepped into the steel cage specially made for him, he was still calm.

"Oh!"

The cage door was slammed shut.

Make a shocking howl.

The man put his hands lightly on the armrest in front of him.

His eyes looked around, and the moment he glanced at the jury of 60 people, his heart skipped a beat, and his limbs felt cold as if he was being stared at by an evil beast.

Finally, he looked at the "chief judge's desk" in front of him.

Lords, judges, priests.

Three sets are ready.

He was treated like a witch.

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"The criminal is here."

His cool voice swept the audience.

This is clearly the trial scene set up for him, and just under this whisper, it seems that the flame is blown out by the strong wind, and it is completely frozen!

(End of this chapter)