In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 120 The Fascinated Freya
"hunter."

Freya bent down, put her hands on the ground, and slowly changed from kneeling to standing.

"sieve--"

Patted the hem of the white dress, turned around.

Freya opened her empty eyes and looked at Ian on the bench.

"Your force will make an indelible contribution to this city."

The candlelight shone on the girl's beautiful face, and her long golden hair slid down from her shoulders and draped over the long black dress.

She opened a pair of round eyes, her tall onion nose was as smooth as fat, and on her fair face, there was a quiet smile.

It's just that the eyes are empty and lifeless, like a blind person.

Even the smile is as stiff as a sculpture.

Ryan looked at the girl and shrugged.

"The trial is about to begin."

"Is it okay?"

"Time is not important." Freya responded blankly: "But before the trial starts, I think it is necessary to get to know you again."

"hunter."

"yes--"

Ryan also felt the need to take a look at the girl in front of him. She looked young, but she had actually become the master of the city.

Was it really just because she could sense the witch's disguise?
"The importance is self-evident."

"But can it really allow her to have the status of [Master]?"

The flickering candles made Ryan's complexion immersed in darkness.

he thought.

Freya stared at Ryan quietly.

In her opinion, there is a certain quality in everyone who lives in this city.

It's not that she has never seen a stranger.

People from other lands are essentially the same as those in Insell, which means that once a foreigner settles here, they will be assimilated by every aspect of the city over time.

Be a part of it.

It's hard to change anymore.

But in the person in front of her, she felt pure nothingness.

He will not be assimilated by any external factors.

perhaps.

This is one of the manifestations of his strength.

"Hunter, where are you from?"

Freya asked abruptly.

"The Far East."

Lane responded succinctly.

"Are there many people like you in your hometown?"

Freya showed a curious mood.

"...If you are referring to a professional who is idle like me, does not do business, and hunts monsters for a living."

"There are many."

". But I think your strength is also extremely powerful among hunters, right?"

It is different from the frosty, puppet-like temperament.

Saint Freya seems to be a little talkative.

Lane nodded.

"I don't deny that."

"Why did you come to this city?"

"Before the witch appeared, this city had been silent for a long time, and few foreigners came here."

"I even doubt whether there is such a city-state in the eyes of the outside world."

There are many problems.

Ryan felt a little weird.

"Before answering your question, can you answer some doubts for me?"

Hunter put his elbows on his knees.

asked meaningfully.

"of course."

Freya nodded expressionlessly.

"How did you get your prophecy ability?"

Ryan cut to the chase.

"Born." The saint closed her eyes.

"When I was very young, I showed an unusual side. For example, I can foresee people who are about to die, and I can feel that disasters are about to happen."

Hearing this, Ryan frowned.

"This seems to be related to your current power—"

If you use Ryan's words, it is the power displayed by the saint Freya at present, which is completely incompatible with those magic stick-like predictions.

Natural disasters are nothing.

She can identify monsters, and can accurately predict everything that will happen in the tribunal.

Some are unreasonable.

This reminded him of the family behind Serena.

In the families of those believers in the upper gods, there are also priests who use the power of blood to carry out prophecy work.

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The priest's prophecy is also extremely accurate.

Is there any connection?

"As I got older, so did my strength."

Freya explained.

"Similarly, using this power is also my instinct. I don't need to study, and I never thought about improving and exercising."

"Like... waving your hand."

"."

Can't ask anything.

Ryan was speechless in his heart.

He kept a close eye on everything Freya said.

"What do you think of those witches?"

"The first witch trial, how did you connect the monster with those people?"

Lane struck while the iron was hot.

But unexpectedly, Freya was silent for a while.

It seemed she struggled to say the answer.

"inconvenient?"

Ryan got serious.

Is there something hidden in it?
"Do not."

Freya shook her head: "It's nothing."

"I see with my eyes."

"?"

If you don't use your eyes to see, what do you use to see?

Ryan was taken aback: "There is nothing else to help you identify them."

"Maybe, maybe, when I look at a person, my power will be activated naturally."

"those people."

"It stands out."

Freya raised her head, blinked her eyes, and seemed to be saying:

"If I had to use a metaphor, it would be a candle lit in the dark."

"As for why I can realize that those who are different are monsters that haunt the night."

Lane couldn't wait.

"uh-huh?"

"Look with your eyes."

The saint looked at the hunter who suddenly cheered up, and said slowly, "That was the first night of the disaster."

"Late at night, I left here."

"Witnessed everything that happened."

"So, I know those people are monsters."

"."

"Won't you fall asleep after dark?" Ryan asked meaningfully.

"Except for me, neither will the defenders."

"The city lord, the priest, the judge."

"Equally not."

The saint's words were astonishing.

"The reason? What is the reason?"

Ryan asked.

"Because they are nobles, nobles who have been passed down from generation to generation to rule this city."

"The soldiers were also protected."

"From an unknown existence, the blessing that you will not feel sleepy even in the dark has come down."

"They have been patrolling at night since a long time ago, and they were not established because of the witch."

Unknown existence?

Is it.
Lane has a bold idea.

Since there are miracles in this city, then the three big men and the well-trained city defenders passed through God's selection and became God's people?
The more you think about it, the worse it gets.

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"how about you?"

"You don't belong to the trained garrisons, you don't belong to the big men, do you?"

Ryan quickly reacted and asked.

"I don't belong in this city."

The saint said faintly: "I am also a foreigner. It's just that I came to this city in a haze."

"My life experience is full of confusion, and pieces of seemingly irrelevant memory fragments often flash back in my brain."

"Even, I don't know about those things...whether I really experienced it."

"."

The memory and cognition of so many people can be changed silently.

This is not surprising at all.

But for her, those broken contents are very likely to be her real memory.

To be aware of this has confirmed her unusualness.

"Be sure to pay close attention to Freya's life experience - she is so special, maybe she is the center of the storm"

Ryan rested his chin on one hand and started his brainstorming.

According to what Freya told him, he got some important information.

Needs to be tidied up.

Ryan sorted out his thoughts, raised his head, and looked at Freya who was always looking at him.

"Is that why you hesitate?"

"It's too easy for you to see the difference between a witch and an ordinary person."

"But other than that, there's nothing you can do."

"There is neither divine protection, gimmicks such as heavenly selection, nor is there any power powerful enough to change everything."

Freya stepped forward.

"They need to generate faith in people."

"That... at least some hope will be preserved, won't it?"

The girl walked down the steps and walked straight forward.

She walked on the central passage leading to the door, stepping lightly on the red carpet without making any sound.

"The trial is about to begin."

"Want to see it?"

The girl's voice reached Ryan's ears.

Hearing this, he stood up neatly.

"of course."

The bloody and absurd scene was about to reappear in front of his eyes, Ryan straightened the collar of his shirt with a blank expression.

This time.

He wanted to see it all up close.

Humans, witches, monsters.

What is so tricky about the change of identity.

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The huge square was packed with orderly crowds.

Today is another sunny day, with a false and fiery sun hanging high in the sky.

Ryan stood behind the sculpture, a corner of his black coat being rolled up by the wind.

Looking up at the sky, the blue brilliance in his pupils was far deeper than the "false" blue sky.

Looking at the somewhat bluffing, but definitely not dazzling, huge sun disk hanging in the sky, he said in a deep voice, "May I ask what the weather is like in Würzburg today?"

"Not good, Operator Winster."

The staff responded.

"The maximum temperature is 26 degrees Celsius."

"From day to night, light rain turns cloudy, the temperature and humidity are suitable for cold and hot, and precipitation is expected."

"Air humidity."

"Okay, don't say any more."

Ryan's face darkened.

"How is the erosion of the outside world? I have been in this city for so long, and I haven't felt any changes in the city—"

He suddenly thought of something.

Hurry up and ask before the trial begins.

"Do you mean that the internal space of Würzburg has not been expanded?"

The staff of the agency signaled their colleagues to record it.

He then tapped into the microphone to relay the message to Ryan.

"There is good news."

"The engulfing trend of the gray fog slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is preliminarily determined that the [Magic Power Source Suppressor] on the front line has played a role."

"Da da da!"

Suddenly, Ryan heard a crisp voice.

"squeak!"

A harsh, strange sound came out of the earphones.

"what happened?!"

"Oh, Operator Winster, it's me, I'm back."

Hearing the old but energetic voice, Ryan was slightly stunned.

"Professor Ackerman, aren't you going to maintain the equipment for Lingon communication?"

Inside the agency.

The old man in a white coat, staring at the dark circles under his eyes and the afro-haired man pulled the microphone and motioned for the staff to get up quickly.

"Yes."

"Isn't this well maintained?"

Ackerman laughed.

"It's good that there is no major problem."

To be honest, Ryan was still a little worried when the professor declared that he would maintain the machine.

But the communication was not interrupted, so he was relieved.

"small issue."

Professor Ackerman blew his beard and said with a smile: "It's nothing more than the breaking of Kate's soul—"

"Deterioration of amniotic fluid."

"That's it."

"."

Lane couldn't help but worry about the secretary girl.

"Really. Are you okay?"

Ryan asked suspiciously.

"Rest assured, this research has brought us unprecedented discoveries."

"Problems that can be solved by scientific and technological means are not problems."

"The scientific explanation for the out-of-body experience is not perfect, but we have invited experts in another field to help."

"That old thing digs deep into the field of mind control."

"We can suture Kate's soul without damage, with the help of his mind manipulation technology."

When Professor Ackerman said these words, his voice was unusually excited. The excitement was too much and turned into a frenzy.

Heck!

The more Ryan listened, the more frightened he became.

This undoubtedly made Ryan firm in his heart. It's okay not to ask these guys about their research ideas.

"really."

"The decision of the Holy Church is correct. The professors of the R&D Department have separated the connection with the scientific and technological achievements they use for arming."

Lane sighed.

In the R&D Department of the Holy Church, all professors, even powerful professors, are strictly prohibited from participating in tasks related to "violence" and "hunting".

If it weren't for the big event of the hell demon king invading the world and starting the human defense war.

They will never go to the front line.

For the Demon Hunting Agency and R&D Department, it’s fine to inquire about the news.

The latter cannot intervene in any decision-making of the agency.

This is a protective measure.

Both to protect the mad scientist, but also to protect the world.

The ghost knows whether these crazy guys will become teenagers, with the mentality of experimenting with new inventions, and come up with some horrific big moves.

Although the professors mean well, when it comes to research, they seem to be different people, completely losing their minds.

"What did you say?"

"Is there anything else to report to him?"

"Oh, then you use it first, I'll go back and stare at the spirit communicator first."

Ackerman was reminded by the helpless staff on the side, so he scratched his head and laughed into the microphone: "Okay, I'll go first."

"I still need to watch the machine."

"If you encounter any problems during use, you must report to us—"

The old man's voice draws out.

"Cough cough."

"This is the Wurzburg Incident Communications Commissioner of the Witch Hunt."

"Glad to see you back." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, is there anything to report?"

"Officer Winster, it's not a big deal." The communications commissioner laughed dryly and said, "I just need to remind you."

"Although the speed of the gray mist engulfing the outside world has slowed down, it hasn't stopped completely."

"Inside Würzburg, however, there has been no noticeable change."

"This shows that the [wall] formed by that layer of gray mist is gradually getting thicker."

"That's not a good sign."

"."

"understood."

Ryan took a deep breath.

Subsequently, he disengaged from the communication.

Throw the last sentence into the microphone - "I will try to adjust the angle of the next picture."

"Please do your analysis."

"learn."

Ryan looked up.

"Boom!!!"

The vast bells once again swept across the entire square!
(End of this chapter)