In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 117 The majestic saint, the third act, the opening!
"Da da da"

The leather boots under the girl's feet stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound, and inadvertently kicked away a few gravels while taking steps.

The blond hair was smudged with a shimmer, and the sunlight from outside penetrated through the entire glass curtain wall and hit her hair, the sunlight was bright for her.

The fair and translucent skin is dazzling.

"I've always been here."

She had no expression on her face and said indifferently.

Stepping forward, she pushed away the silver armored soldiers blocking her.

The strong men lowered their heads respectfully, but they shouldn't have let the noble saint into such a dangerous environment, so they fell into a struggle.

"Don't come up, he won't hurt me."

Freya opened her obsidian-like beautiful eyes and looked around.

The majestic soldier was defeated by the weak girl's words.

Finally, she stood in front of Ryan in front of everyone.

"Freya!"

On the high table, the priest roared, and the wind blowing from her mouth almost knocked off the white veil covering her face.

The priestess's eyes were red, and the veins on her forehead were exposed, as if she was extremely angry.

"Go back to me!"

"Leave that man! Do you know how important you are to this city?!"

"Saint!"

It is difficult to express the panic of the city lord Isaac Lynn in words. He lost all [calmness]. Since the appearance of the saint, he has no majesty of the city lord.

At this moment, he slammed the table and roared at the defenders.

"Protect the saint! You trash!"

Judge Wilder propped his hands on the table, his eyes never left Freya, his worry was obvious, but he didn't speak.

The three big men had very different expressions.

Hidden meaning.

Ryan had a panoramic view of everything in front of him, and finally, he looked at the delicate little girl in front of him.

In front of Ryan, she was like a delicate doll.

"Saint Freya?"

The girl turned her head slightly. She opened her eyes and stared straight at the defenders who were about to step forward. Without saying a word, she forced them back again.

Wordless oppression spread with her gaze.

Putting it on these people is tantamount to overwhelming pressure.

"Freya Felice."

The girl held up her long skirt and bowed slightly.

"Lane Winster."

Ryan went straight to the point, he looked at the saint, and then said: "I am here to seek cooperation."

"I have no malice towards this city and the humans in this city."

"Do you have the right to decide to accept cooperation?"

Ryan asked.

While speaking, he kept his eyes on this girl, and his magnificent blue eyes exuded an intoxicating coldness.

It's a signal.

He tried to see the mysterious girl clearly.

"Scanning in progress."

The demon hunting organization intercepted the screen, and they wanted to find out whether she had experienced anything through the girl's appearance.

"He did come here to seek cooperation."

"He has no ill will."

Freya looked at Ryan without fear.

After being silent for quite a while, her black eyes that looked like a calm ancient well finally rippled, and then she said slowly:
"Yes sir, I have the power to decide."

The voice of the saint is not loud.

But not only Ryan heard clearly, but everyone in this space heard her words clearly.

"Who gave you the power!?"

Priestess Eleanor Verna demanded loudly.

Saint Freya didn't even look back, she calmly said in a voice that didn't fluctuate: "What I said."

"It's the truth."

After the words fell, countless people held their breath.

These words are naturally incomparably insolent.

But it happened to be a weak individual, with a voice that did not fluctuate, uttered the "imperial decree" that overwhelmed everything.

The prestige accumulated in this city, the mysterious authority shrouded in him, and the suffocating horror prophecy.

She's the real master of the city
?
Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

The city lord Isaac looked gloomy, and said in a deep voice: "Saint, what do you think? Do you really want to involve an outsider in this matter?"

The city lord hesitated.

He maintained unconditional obedience to Freya's instructions, but in this case, it was more important, and he allowed himself to show "rebellion".

Saint Freya did not respond directly to this.

She still looked at Ryan.

His emotionless gaze pierced like a sharp sword.

Even, in the end, the hunter couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help blinking.

"My gut tells me if I want to end this disaster."

"His strength is needed."

said the saint.

"Master Freya, what exactly did you see from this gentleman?"

Justice Wilder couldn't help it.

He was a little nervous, so he couldn't help asking.

"rough."

"Wild."

"bloody."

Every time the saintess's small mouth moved, the faces of the big shots became ugly.

"However, Mr. Winster is well-intentioned."

Freya remained expressionless, and continued, "Even if he possesses extreme violence, he is still kind."

"."

The justice opened his mouth. He thought he should express his opinion, but he couldn't say anything.

"Can you be sure?"

The city lord murmured subconsciously, but soon, he came to his senses and hurriedly explained: "Master Freya, I never question your meaning."

"The human heart is like glass."

Freya didn't care about the attitude of the city lord, but explained on her own.

She was finally willing to look away from Ryan.

Turning his head slowly, he looked at the three big figures on the high table, and at the same time, he also looked at the glass wall behind the three of them.

The delicate face of the saint shines in the sun.

She was expressionless.

"Factors such as violence and blood are like paint on glass."

"Paint cannot block the sunlight like gold."

"Goodwill warms the heart."

In the end, the saint seemed to look at someone, and said, "Some people seem to only see the color of glass."

"But ignore the most ordinary, but also the most beautiful brilliance."

"."

The priestess clenched her fists and gritted her teeth without saying a word.

"."

Lane sees it all.

Some surprises.

Although from everything that happened before, it can be concluded that the priestess and the saint seem to be at odds.

But unexpectedly, it seems to have reached the point of contradiction.

"Because both of them belong to [the priesthood]?"

"And the younger saint has more powerful power, so it leads to"

Ryan frowned, and he noticed the expressions of the judge and the city lord again.

The mayor was terrified.

Although the judge is normal, there is always something eccentric.

A priestess who doesn't deal with the saint.

It's messed up!
"Let's get back to business, Lady Freya."

The rational judge interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between two lumps of ice, one large and one small.

He looked down at the hunter and said, "You just said: We need the power of the hunter to end this disaster, right?"

"Yes."

The saint nodded.

"Specifically, do we or this gentleman need to pay any price?"

The judge frowned.

"I just look at the results."

"Don't look at the process."

The saint said indifferently.

"But I am sure that as long as we accept Mr. Winster, the crisis in Insel will be resolved."

The girl has repeated it many times.

On weekdays, what she said was the supreme will, so why bother to explain it.

"."

"Very good." The justice breathed a sigh of relief.

"I agree."

After Judge Wilder finished speaking, no one expressed surprise. After all, this was what the saint meant. The jury just wanted to agree quickly, and then pull out the damn steel pillar from the door.

There are strange and infiltrating people.

"I agree."

Sensing the eyes focused on him, the city lord's face was gloomy, but after hesitating, he agreed.

In this city, the most loyal believer of the saint is none other than the city lord Isaac.

His gesture of assent was a matter of course.

It was for such a little face before.

However, when people looked at the last person among the big men in unison——

"I disagree!"

The priestess stared.

"I will not allow this dangerous man to appear in the city."

"."

Regarding this, the saint tilted her head, expressing her doubts.

"Who asked you?"

The priestess gasped for breath and could not speak.

"I don't want to ask anyone's opinion."

The saint turned her head slowly, her voice erratic.

"Da da."

She slipped back into the shadows in the corner again, but this time, no one could ignore her presence.

"My existence is just to carry out [Witch Trials] one after another, but I can't stop all of this from happening."

"If you believe my filthy [executor]'s side story—"

"Just look at Mr. Winster."

"He won't let you down."

Saint Freya has already put the truth on the table.

Her ability can indeed point out the "Haunting Witch".

But one trial after another is just an afterthought after the disaster, and cannot prevent the disaster from happening at the root.

"this means"

"A witch never finishes killing a day."

"It's impossible to find the witch and kill her through this [remedial] method!"

Ryan narrowed his eyes, and he noticed something from the words of the saint.

"This city really needs a sufficiently strong variable."

"Stop this from happening at the root."

"If the witch has a lair, destroy it!"

"If there is power to create monsters, kill the mastermind behind it."

"If someone wants to set off a bigger frenzy, they should block it abruptly!"

This is the role of the existence of powerful power.

And this is the power that Insell City never possessed.

In the end, the lord of the city agreed to make a 180-degree turn, the judge acquiesced, the jury passed [-]%, and the priestess walked away angrily.

Ryan Winston has officially reached an alliance with Insel City.

"boom!"

Ryan blasted open the door of the referee.

Screeching sonic booms, scraping metal, flying wood chips.

And a gust of wind that swept the entire space suddenly poured in.

The hunter waved his hand, and then he put his hands in his pockets and walked away slowly.

This was originally a court, but now it has become a negotiating table for the two parties to "sign a contract".

The jurors scrambled out of the area where they were seated, then scrambled out the door.

The strong brothers in the silver armor didn't respond, but they looked at the broken door and remained silent for a long time.

"clatter"

The sound of the heels hitting the ground is so crisp.

Saint Freya emerged from the shadows in the corner.

She left the courthouse on her own.

Behind her, a strong man who seemed to be the commander waved his hand, and immediately, most of the soldiers in the court began to follow the saint's footsteps.

This way.

Just like a king and a minister.

"."

The monarch of this city just watched all this calmly, his face was gloomy, and he didn't speak.

On the high table, the priestess had already left.

Beside the Santo, there was only Wilder wearing a wig.

"The taste of the tradition being broken is not good."

The justice looked at his old friend, seeming to be comforting.

"That's what the saint meant, Wilder."

The city lord's frowning brows suddenly loosened, and he was very relieved.

"The tradition of this city is indeed very important."

"But sometimes, a change has to be made, my friend."

Hearing this, the judge stood up and patted the robe on his body.

"Just accept it all—"

"Do not."

Suddenly, his steps stopped, and his eyes seemed to light up.

Wilder put his hands on the shoulders of the city lord, and seemed to smile. He was more relaxed than ever. He breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:
"We will have the end of disaster."

"There is no flaw in the words of the saint."

"."

"of course."

Santo Isaac closed his eyes.

"The words of the saint are the truth."

"."

Before leaving, Wilder turned his head, looked at the city lord who was still sitting on the high table, and said with a smile, "Do you need to celebrate?"

"come to my home?"

Hearing this, the city lord Isaac declined:

"I need to find a [lodge] for that hunter."

At this, the justice shook his head.

"It seems that he is not a good-tempered person, I hope he will not get angry."

The city lord Isaac stood up slowly, straightened his fine clothes, and walked forward.

"But he's a smart guy."

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"Leave now?"

Willard took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, wrapped it in cloth, and then solemnly packed it in a wooden box.

"Click!"

Very delicate mechanism.

The wooden box was pushed in front of Ryan.

Willard behind the bar showed a vicious smile.

"They won't trust me with a dangerous person."

Ryan shrugged and said with a smile: "Because I am also a dangerous element."

Willard was silent after laughing.

"I will definitely find out the truth."

"Then, chop all the damn sword mounds into meat."

"call out!"

The black cat sprang out from nowhere, holding a package in her arms, which contained all the alchemy tools given by the temple.

"There are a lot of eyes watching."

Raphael put the package on the bar.

She narrowed her eyes and said, "You are in the light, and I am in the dark."

"it is good."

Lane nodded.

Check separately, the efficiency will indeed be faster.

The hunter picked up the package, he picked up the wooden box from the table, and contacted me in case of accident.

Lane bids farewell to the tavern.

The black cat squatted on the bar, stretched out its paw, and knocked the half glass of beer he had left.

"Wow!"

Willard smiled ugly and poured the wine sensibly.

"Do you need me to prepare dinner? Miss Black Cat."

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"Mr. Winster, the city lord has prepared a mansion for you, please move forward and rest!"

Facing the soldiers who came, Ryan nodded.

Following in the footsteps of the visitor, he started communicating with the Demon Hunting Agency.

"How about it, have you got the results from the blood analysis?"

"Also, what is the identity of that girl?"

　I want full attendance, I want full attendance!

　　If you have no money, you will starve to death!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)