Witch, don't be so lazy

Well, it’s just an ordinary picture book, specially made for children, telling clichéd stories about justice defeating evil and light defeating darkness. It’s very straightforward, without any metaphors or hints.

She originally thought this was some side quest, hiding important rewards and key information, but in the end there was nothing.

"Two processed desert lizard skins... Those two evil monsters were hacked to death on the spot by the caravan guards, but the dead cannot be resurrected. When did that guy go to the store and buy two skins? They weren't those two. What's wrong with him? It's so annoying to see him bury them in the end. I give up!"

Droke paused, then turned his head abruptly. "Hey, can we get the promised reward..."

"can."

Before he could finish his words, An Ke accepted the animal skin naturally.

The church does not provide any other supplies except potions. She walked around the city again this morning, trying to find a place that sells magic props and materials. Although she doesn't have much gold coins, she can "requisition" them.

But the problem is that after walking around a few times and asking people, they actually said there was no such thing in Hongyan Town.

Logically speaking, there couldn't have been such a prosperous town in history, but it was the spiritual world after all, and the remains of the sand worms killed on the road were directly crushed into slag. What else can I say? It was a despicable copy.

But when she had given up, she didn't expect that she could still get it. It turned out that side quests still had to be done.

……

The night is hazy and the moon hangs high in the sky.

This is a warehouse on the outskirts of Upper Town, and the door is locked.

If it were in the past, the businessman would be directing the workers to work. Even if some of the work was unnecessary, being able to hear flattery and torment others at the same time would be enough to make him feel happy.

Unfortunately.

He really felt that something was not right with his body these past two days, so he went to see the priest's pharmacist, who said that it was not a serious problem and that he just needed to get some medicine and rest for a while.

There was no other way. After a busy day, he would go to bed early in the evening in his room in the warehouse. His home was there. Houses in the center of the upper city were too expensive for him to afford.

As the businessman staggered into the bedroom, without even closing the door, and lay down on the bed, the warehouse became completely quiet.

In the darkness, several pairs of eyes are waiting quietly.

The Ripper woman was hiding in the shadows by sticking to the cargo box; the Ronin Swordsman stood on the box with an arrogant look on his face, although he knew he was sticking to the shadows.

As for Droke, he jumped onto the shelf, and San stood in the middle, with his ears perked up, as if listening.

Time passes bit by bit.

Sudden.

Asan's eyes narrowed and he made a gesture, which was the agreed-upon code.

The enemy has arrived.

Chapter 54 Battle

Moonlight streamed down from the warehouse's top windows.

White as frost.

Everyone held their breath and made moves to meet the enemy.

The Ronin swordsman prepared to draw his sword and strike, the Ripper woman hid her hands in her cloak, Droke held the long sword in one hand and the alchemical firearm in the other, and Asan also held the flute across his mouth.

Where will the enemy attack from?

Shatter the skylight? Tear open the iron sheet on the side? Or perhaps it has a special ability to attack from underground?

Just as everyone's eyes were wandering around the warehouse.

suddenly.

All I could hear was a harsh friction sound, followed by the dull thud of chains falling to the ground.

The door slowly opened.

The cold moonlight poured into the warehouse, like thin white quicksand spreading on the ground.

Incidentally, the figure of the person is also reflected.

A plain robe with a hood, a blank mask, and a dark golden spear.

Good guy, he’s so arrogant as to attack from the front!

……

The one closest to the gate was Asan. Without any hesitation, he blew the bone flute in his hand. It was a weapon made of the main material of the Bewitching Demon.

To be honest, this guy seemed to be tone-deaf, and his playing was so awful that it was like a devil's music that pierced the ears. It was even so disgusting that it could make the magic power and spirit of the people around him stagnate for a moment.

But this is exactly the performance effect he is pursuing.

The purpose of this voice is not to deceive people, but to create control during the battle, and then those invisible wind blades in the air can take the enemy's life in an instant.

As a lone witcher, with this killer move, Asan is almost always successful no matter whether he is fighting against a single or a group of enemies.

However, the other party seemed to be completely unaffected by the sound.

With a tap of the toes, the body flashes.

Even if the people present opened their eyes wide, all they could see was the fluttering robe that easily dodged the wind blades, and then the dark golden edge that suddenly appeared in the air.

Asan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"boom."

Droke decisively pulled the trigger, then rolled sideways awkwardly and fell off the shelf.

There was a sharp sound of wind, clusters of muffled sounds, and then the hum of metal in my ears.

He looked back with cold sweat pouring down his face. Three dark golden short blades almost brushed past his body. The blades were completely submerged in the iron box, leaving only the dark golden handles exposed. However, one of them still managed to pin down the alchemical firearm.

The other party had discovered and locked onto me long ago. If I had reacted a little slower, the outcome would have been not so good.

In this case, the bullet fired will naturally not hit the target.

But this bought time is enough to give his companions another chance to attack...

not at all.

Because his killing move missed and the enemy was close to him, Asan's brain went blank for a moment. He thought he was going to die, but then he found that the sharp blade was not shooting towards him, and he was stunned again.

then.

As San watched, he saw the masked man suddenly pause, a small hole appeared on the ground in front of him, and he raised his hand and thrust the spear forward.

This time he is really coming to kill.

When Asan woke up from a dream and tried his best to activate his magic power, the thin wind wall had not yet taken shape when the sharp blade pierced straight in, as easy as a knife and fork cutting through butter.

It was originally aimed at the heart, but the opponent suddenly changed his tactics. He first swept it horizontally heavily, then exerted force from bottom to top, and in an instant the whole person flew high up.

"Hey hey!"

There were hurried shouts from above.

It turned out to be the ronin swordsman.

He posed for a long time, and had already thought in his mind what lines he should say to be more impressive after he defeated the enemy with a gorgeous and handsome blow.

As a result, the changes in just a few breaths were completely unexpected. He didn't see the other party's movements clearly at all. He just felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and then he saw Ah San flying towards him.

It was definitely not possible to cut his companion in half with one knife, so he simply dodged and jumped down from the cargo box, shouting:

"Hmph, let's have a head-on confrontation so you can admit defeat with conviction!"

The black shadow swept across the ground, directly sweeping the ronin who had not yet stood firmly to the ground, turning him into a perfect dog-eat-the-mud situation.

"Please spare my life, I will surrender..."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the back. The other party used him as a stepping stone and rushed straight forward.

……

One is a half-baked person, the other is a complete idiot.

Are you guys here to make fun of me?!

Although he knew that the skills of witchers varied greatly, Droke was still speechless at this moment. How on earth did these two guys get to Hongyan Town? They were really lucky that they didn't die on the way.

There was no time to complain because the enemy was already rushing towards him.

no way.

Since the alchemical pistol is still nailed above, let the other party see my hand-to-hand combat skills.

Droke's eyes focused, and he held his two knives, one right side up and the other wrong side up. Magic power was transmitted through his palms, and flames lit up on the sharp blades.

clang--

Turning sideways, Droke swung his long knife towards the middle of the gun.

When fighting with a master of long weapons, you must never face the spear head-on, because that is the most powerful and dangerous part, like the fangs of a poisonous snake. You also have to be vigilant about the seemingly ordinary tail of the spear, because it may turn into a long whip that breaks bones at any time, and his knife cannot reach it.

Hitting the middle is the most perfect, just like hitting a snake at its most vulnerable point.

Then he followed the momentum and moved the blade forward along the long pole, slashing diagonally, aiming at the opponent's wrist. At the same time, the short knife in his other hand was also swung out.

Whether the opponent chooses to withdraw, retreat, or use spells, Droke has rich experience to meet the enemy.

And he could also detect from the corner of his eye that someone was moving vaguely in the shadows behind.

It’s that enchanting woman.

Droke was quite averse to the other party before, and even planned to persuade the pastor not to hire him, because if he guessed correctly, the other party should be a member of the Mammon Society.

Although the Papal States has now stopped publicly issuing warrants for the organization's arrest, the public is still very hostile to these villains from the dark world.

But now, he was actually somewhat relieved. Although he was a villain, he still had real skills.

If both sides cooperate, we will definitely be able to defeat the enemy!

then.

He watched helplessly as the masked man turned his bare hands, and with a fierce shake of his wrist filled with strength, the bow-like handle slapped the long sword, leveraging the force, and then bounced up, its tip like a venomous snake, ready to strike.

Can't hide anymore.

A fierce glint flashed in Droke's eyes. He did not try to draw his knife to defend himself, but instead pressed forward.

Even if my head is going to explode in the next moment, I will not let the devil who is harming Hongyan Town have an easy time before I die!

A faint "tsk" sound was heard.

Droke's head didn't explode, but his attack didn't work either.

I only saw the opponent deftly turn the weapon, the tip against the long sword, the tail end against the short sword, and then pull his leg back.

Fierceness, determination, confusion... all these things, along with the man's dignity, turned into tragic wails with that kick.

Droke could not rise again.

As for his companion, whom he had high hopes for, the woman's stealth was completely useless. She barely managed to hold on for three or five rounds with her machete, but was finally hit by a heavy kick and rolled straight into the corner like garbage on the roadside.

The battle process seems very complicated, but in fact, it only takes a few dozen breaths at most.

Not to mention capturing the enemy alive, the entire army was wiped out.

……

The warehouse became quiet again.

Even though they were gritting their teeth in pain, they didn't dare make a sound, for fear of disturbing the masked man and then shooting him.

They just watched each other pace quietly in the warehouse.

It was only a dozen steps away from the room where the merchant was sleeping. With the speed of this masked man, he could rush there in the blink of an eye.

But for some inexplicable reason, she kept wandering at a roughly the same distance.

Like a flaming lion roaring in the red rock desert, it appears to be pacing, but in fact it is secretly calculating how to hunt difficult prey.

Damn it, there's just an ordinary patient in there, is there any need to dwell on this for so long...

Droke hunched his body with tears in his eyes, but as soon as he thought about it, the vague fog in his mind disappeared, and then he was suddenly surprised.

Come to think of it, there should be another person lying in ambush together.

There were a lot of footsteps outside the warehouse.

The pharmacist's shouts could be faintly heard. He had been waiting in the distance with a large number of police officers. Perhaps he noticed the movement and rushed over.

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