Witch, don't be so lazy

What's more crucial is that, because An Ke knew that her spiritual objects were leaked from the witch hunting group and were eventually smuggled to the North, she also learned some information about this organization during those four months.

For example, their emblems and weapon styles are not fixed, but will change depending on the saint or angel the witch hunter group follows.

Many things are unclear, but Anke is certain that in the 240th year of the new calendar, the witch hunting group's rapier guards cannot be rose-shaped, because according to intelligence, this thing was newly replaced in the present world 20 years ago.

Combined with the previous series of performances.

Although Anke herself was reluctant to believe it, an outrageous guess still emerged in her mind.

"...You, you're not also wandering the spirit world like a spirit parrot, are you?"

The masked woman, who had completely ignored everything said along the way, suddenly stopped.

She stood still in the boat.

Look back.

The strange look in his eyes was exactly the same as Anke's.

……

He rushed to the riverside panting.

The pharmacist was so exhausted that he was out of breath. Drake next to him was even worse off. He was covered in blood and holding a frog's head in his hand.

They looked at the little girl who was alone in the boat.

"Lost?"

"Ah."

"It's a shame, but it doesn't matter, Reimu. You're already very powerful. It's just that the enemy was too slippery." The pharmacist said soothingly, "Next time we'll be more prepared, and we'll definitely be able to defeat them!"

The police officers and priests nearby seemed to be hesitant to speak.

In fact, when they saw the two figures flying on the roof along the way and the scene of terrible destruction, nine out of ten people were afraid to go.

What a joke, is this a fight that small fry like them can get involved in?

But since the leader has spoken, what else can I say? I nodded while wondering if I could take sick leave next time.

Anke turned around and his eyes fell on the frog head in Derock's hand.

"This... looks like a mud frog. Could it be that merchant patient transformed?"

"Yes."

Droke nodded and sighed again, "A lot happened tonight. The masked man has been lost, and the confusion has increased."

"Why don't we go back to the church and rest up first?" the pharmacist suggested. "Rest well first, sort out your thoughts, and then we can discuss this together tomorrow."

"Well, the masked man is also injured. He probably won't have the courage to commit crimes again in the short term."

Anke also nodded.

……

After working for a long time, they returned to the church and chatted for a while. Asan, the Ronin Swordsman, the Ripper, Droke, and the Pharmacist were all injured to varying degrees and were busy receiving treatment.

But Anke had no problem, so after saying goodbye, she hurried back to the hotel where she was staying, using her habit as an excuse.

She hesitated before opening the door.

result.

I turned the doorknob, but no one was inside.

An Ke was stunned.

What's wrong? Did you stand me up or are you lost?

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, I heard two knocking sounds in my ears.

Knocking on the window.

Quite polite...

An Ke cleared her throat and said, "Come in."

Then she was about to open the locked window when she saw a ball of flame burst out.

The window opened from the outside.

A figure sat on the windowsill, wearing a familiar mask, with black hair cascading down like a waterfall, a snow-white neck, a well-proportioned figure, and finally, a pair of slender legs with tight and smooth lines.

Masked woman.

An Ke hesitated for a moment, but decided to say hello before the formal conversation:

"Uh, good evening."

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Wow, because it was six thousand four, I couldn’t get back to eight o’clock, but I still shamelessly asked for the tickets.

Chapter 56 Cooperation

Hotel room in Upper Town.

Because of the location, although the accommodation fee is painful, the interior layout is not good.

There was some dust on the grayish-white stone walls around, and the intricate brown and yellow patterns carved on the floor tiles were blurred. Even the table and wardrobe had a faint smell of mold.

The only thing that was good was the lighting in the room. There was a long and narrow glass window beside the bed. Outside the window, the cold and bright moon rose slowly, and mottled light and shadow were cast on the ground.

Anke blinked and looked at the masked woman leaning against the curtains.

The latter stared back in silence.

Maybe because they were fighting before, everyone was a little confused when they suddenly switched to peace mode. So after An Ke politely greeted him, the other party nodded, and then there was no other movement between the two.

Considering that there is no end to pretending to be an expert like this.

So, An Ke coughed twice:

"Well, how about we exchange the parade incident first?"

She held a piece of paper in her hand. "According to the rules between mages, briefly describe the necessary tasks and write down the names of the additional tasks."

In fact, it is not particularly rare to meet fellow travelers while touring the spiritual world, provided that there are common elements, that is, similar places, times, schools and spiritual objects, and finally a little coincidence, so it is not surprising to bump into each other.

It was simply because Anke hadn't expected that when she was promoted for the first time, she would actually meet a fellow traveler, and it seemed that he was a member of the Vatican's witch-hunting group.

Gee...

An Ke moved towards the door calmly. The atmosphere in the room was actually a bit subtle, with a high level of alert hidden beneath the calm.

Because so-called companions don't necessarily mean they are partners. Even if they enter the same dungeon, their promotion tasks are often different. If there's no conflict, then there's still room for cooperation. But if there's a conflict...

An Ke pinched the piece of paper and saw that the masked woman was also holding a palm-sized piece of curtain fragment in her hand. The two exchanged glances and threw it out at the same time.

He was prepared for another fight in advance, but when Anke saw the burnt words on the curtains, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

[Demon Hunt; Fake Gospel, Meticulous as a Hair, The Devil's Saint]

This is the masked woman's mission.

[Survival; the professional ethics of a witcher, meticulous, the devil's saint]

This is Encore's mission.

At least at a quick glance, the necessary tasks of both parties do not literally conflict with each other, but it is still necessary to confirm.

"Monster hunting?"

"Destroy the incarnation of the devil." A cold voice sounded, "How long can you survive?"

"Five days."

Since there was no need to fight a tough opponent, the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed.

Anke sat down on the bed and introduced herself very naturally.

"Hello, my name is Pigeon."

"...Didn't they ask you to encore?"

"..."

Although there was a moment of embarrassment, An Ke remained calm and replied slowly:

"Pigeon is the name I use most often. Of course, you can also call me another name, Encore."

hateful!

If she had known that she would meet fellow travelers during the spirit world tour, she would have definitely used a pseudonym in front of the characters in the plot. She must learn from this lesson in the future.

No, in the final analysis, it was because the spirit world was too real. She subconsciously immersed herself in it too deeply. If it were in the game of her previous life, she would definitely use names that she would be embarrassed to pronounce.

Unaware of the storm in Anke's mind, the masked woman calmly gave her name.

"Celine Weier, nicknamed Nightingale."

She paused, then got straight to the point, "Want to cooperate?"

"Okay. Slip into the cold Japanese shirt and silk thong."

An Ke nodded, wishing for more. She changed the subject and said, "Since we want to cooperate, why not be honest..."

Celine Weier reached out and took off the blank mask, revealing a delicate face with almond-shaped eyes, long eyelashes, and a beautiful teardrop-like mole at the corner of the eye.

No wonder they cover their faces, otherwise it would be hard to forget once you see it... Wait, this isn't the honesty we're talking about...

An Ke pursed her lips and said, "Well, please allow me to ask you more directly. Why are you hiding from the church members? Because you think there's something wrong with them?"

"Ah."

"For example?" An Ke tilted her head. "At least in my opinion, they do have a genuine aura of holy light, and their spells seem flawless. Even some of them, uh, at least that pharmacist, based on his current performance, I think he's a good person."

Of course, she had doubts about the church, but through insight and careful observation, she dispelled some of her doubts.

"...The most obvious problem is that if a town under the Church's jurisdiction is in danger, they will definitely report it to the Church's internal agencies first, rather than pinning their hopes on bounty hunters. Then, they will send a special commissioner. These are usually witch hunters and knights, and occasionally the Inquisition. Other departments usually cooperate with the first three, and it is extremely rare for them to act independently."

Celine Weier said calmly, "And during my explorations over the past few days, I haven't found any trace of them at all."

As a member of the church's witch-hunting group, she was undoubtedly very familiar with these internal procedures, so when she first glanced at the background of the parade, she was naturally confused.

Witchers are adventurers in the Papal States, and there is no essential difference between them and those in other regions. There are good and bad people there. Except for a few who can make a name for themselves, the vast majority are half-baked, or even as ugly as the ronin swordsman.

Hongyan Town clearly has a church, so why doesn't it seek help from within, but instead pays a large sum of money to entrust outsiders? It doesn't look like they want to use the Witcher to explore the way.

"Perhaps it's a special setting for the parade? Or maybe you've taken over this role?"

An Ke said thoughtfully.

The so-called special setting is actually a euphemism for the distortion of real history.

"Two hundred and eighty deep distortions are usually minor details, but there may be exceptions. And as you said, it's possible that I have replaced that role."

Celine Weier did not directly deny Anke's guess, but continued,

"So I sneaked into the church, conducted some investigations, and identified the personnel inside. I'm sure you've also noticed that, considering the size of Hongyan Town, the church's configuration is too low."

Indeed, after all, Hongyan Town is more grand and prosperous than Xueshan Town.

Not to mention that the latter's lord is a second-level wizard, there are even several first-level wizards, not to mention those senior apprentices.

Looking at the former, there is only a first-level old priest in the church, and a busy pharmacist who is a senior apprentice.

Even taking into account the casualties in the previous battle with the monsters, this number of people is still too small.

"...Could it be that they have some combat power hidden away, or is this also a special setting for the parade event?"

Anko asked.

"I don't know, but considering the information I already have and my additional mission, I suspect they are heretics, small-scale ones."

Celine Weier answered, pointing to the curtain in Anke's hand, which had ash marks on it that she had just burned with the flame.

"[The fake gospel] requires access to the gospel, and that may be what caused them to change their beliefs."

In fact, there is a third reason, but this involves some abnormalities in her recent behavior, so Celine Weier did not mention it.

"heresy……"

Anko blinked.