101. Emergency Transmission
It happened suddenly.
Even so suddenly that it made Rann feel a little ridiculous.
Ubank is dead.
His neck was stuck on the spine of the tome of commerce as he fell.
The force brought by the weight of more than 100 kilograms of body directly broke his cervical vertebrae.
As he fell, Lane noticed it, and Arya saw it, but neither of them cared.
Don't say he doesn't care, even Ubank himself doesn't care!
Aside from a instinctive panic at the beginning of his loss of balance, Ubank didn't think anything was going to happen to him from a fall.
Until his neck rests on the spine of the book, there is a crunch "click".
Lan En had been patting Arya before he suddenly stopped and looked back at him sharply.
And at this time, all the witcher saw was his stunned eyes, which gradually dissipated.
β...... Holy! β
Rao is in a state of mind that strives to be calm and precise in Lanen's fighting state.
In the face of this kind of thing, I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then suddenly burst out in Chinese.
Alia, who was about to calm down in a good mood, also twitched like a frightened bunny at this time.
Rann hurried to Ubank's side.
He doesn't care at all about this scumbag, but the information in his head is the only information right now!
Who knows if a warlock can make a dead man speak?!
Lane tried to save Ubank, but when he arrived, he knew at first glance that the man was dead.
On the side of Ubank's neck, even through the bulge in the skin, you can see the outline of the joints of the vertebrae.
This Skelly Jay man, with his hair on one side, lay in a pool of blood on the ground.
Saliva in the mouth due to loss of muscle control.
The pupils dilate, and there is no salvation at all.
Lan En roughly swept it, and understood the general process.
As Ubank stood up, the only foot that could move stepped on the grease that had spilled from Arya's plate.
The plate was supposed to be on a big table.
It's the same as the gift from Gunt Odim.
This is no coincidence.
Lan En already had a guess in his mind.
At least not "coincidences" or "accidents" in the traditional sense.
Hacking twenty-seven professional warriors to death in the inferior terrain did not make Lan En's palm unstable in the slightest.
But when he reached out to pull out the book that had killed Ubank, Lan frowned, his expression a little undecided.
With a "snap", the book was pulled out, and the limp corpse smashed on the blood stain.
Lan En pursed his lips and half-crouched next to the corpse, turning a page at random.
"Coincidentally" at this moment, a drop of blood dripping from the roof of the house smashed on a sentence in the book.
- "Merchants must strive to maintain their necessity for their customers, at all costs!" If not, he is not far from bankruptcy. β
The red drops of blood made that sentence stand out throughout the page.
Slowly closing the book, Lan En's face was very ugly.
"GΓΌnt Odim!"
It's not a coincidence, it's not an accident.
It is the work of a creature capable of modifying reality and having a vision beyond time...... Fun!
"Adult ......"
Arya approached the witcher with some trepidation. Where he is now, there are many more corpses than anywhere else.
"Is heβhe's dead?"
"Hmm...... He's dead. β
Lan closed the book in his hand again and laid it flat on the floor.
"So, isn't it, that we won't be able to find the kids who are about to be turned into slaves?"
Arya asked timidly, a tone that was very different from her usual grin.
"Actually...... As your squire, I should keep that book, right? β
Lan En shook his head slightly.
"It's none of your business, Arya. The person who delivered the book wasn't my friend, and even if you weren't eating at the time, I'd just throw it on the table and check out. β
The other party is GΓΌnter Odim, and no matter what decision he makes, the purpose of the book has already been prescribed.
It was to kill the clues that Lan En had grasped, and then let him sign a contract without any choice, like a gambler who had lost all his fortune.
An agreement drawn up by the other party.
Lan En didn't plan to explain the ins and outs to Arya, the kind of creature on the other side, it didn't matter if one more person knew about it or one less person knew about it.
Don't let the kids worry about it.
The necklace on the witcher's chest began to tremble out of thin air, and after a moment, as the air pressure fluctuated.
With a bang, a portal opened in Lanne's room.
"Hey, Lane, you..... Yes! β
A red-haired beauty in a bold evening gown walks out of the portal.
But before she could finish her greeting, the greasy blood under her feet made her lose her balance.
Lan quickly got up, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed Triss, who was about to fall.
The events of Ubank made him tremble when he saw someone falling.
Triss, who was being pulled, turned a strange red face, and her eyes dodged.
"Oh, thanks, thanks! You saved my evening dress...... OMG! What's going on here?! β
When she withdrew her arm from Lan's hand, Triss didn't even notice that something was so wrong with her surroundings because of her strange emotions.
The heart of the Vigema trade area! The best location in the whole of Temeria, built up in a top hotel!
Which slaughterhouse is this now?!
The shock caused the flush on Triss's face to fade quickly.
Those who know her know that she always manages to be attentive when doing things.
"I'm sorry, Lane. I didn't expect the other side to be so powerful and bold...... This is the heart of the trade district! β
The warlock's IQ couldn't be bad, and with a twist of her brain, Triss realized what was going on.
"But I guess my apology shouldn't be too important to you right now, where is that 'tongue'?"
With that, Rann had an ugly expression on his face and silently turned his head to the corpse of Ubank on the ground.
"Dead?"
Triss was very surprised, she was in the [Whisper of the Heart] just now, but she felt that Lan En's mind was calm and not like words, not like she was so angry that she lost her mind.
"What happened? Let me do it, or it won't be long before he speaks. Why are you so anxious? β
"I didn't kill it." Lan just shook his head.
"He died in an accident...... Don't ask, just tell me if your spell can make the corpse speak. β
Len knew in his heart that Gunt Odim had left a corpse, which meant that he thought that with only one corpse, Len could do nothing.
But out of reluctance, Rann asked Triss anyway.
"You mean necromancy?! No way! It's a forbidden spell! β
Triss screamed in response.
Although Lan En didn't understand the jargon, he also understood that this was not surprising.
But it wasn't that easy for him to give up.
"Forbidden? What kind of casting license is required? The release of this spell was monitored? Can it be accommodating? β
Triss shook her head helplessly, just wanting to teach the witchers about the dangers of necromancy.
But the witcher frowned at this time and reached out to stop her.
It was as if I had heard something.
"There are teams trotting in the streets, armor-piercing, at least two hundred people...... Security Corps? β
Lan En gritted his teeth.
These guys are so hard in Ubank's mouth.
But that's for Ubank, and the big guys behind him.
The vigilantes turned a blind eye while Ubank led the group down the street, and when he hammered open the door.
But when Rann had slaughtered all the scum and no one had given them any more news, they immediately sensed that something was wrong and went straight to the hotel.
More than 20 people in bulk, more than 200 people in the whole team, that is not a concept.
Rann turned to ask Triss quickly.
"Can you still teleport?"
Triss is now at work and focused.
"It's not a big problem."
"Then teleport us to the vicinity outside of Vijmar. The security team now has a reason, plus the support of the forces behind the other side. They're going to come to us with a big move, and we can't stay in the city. β
Lan En pulled Arya, and with the other hand he carried Ubank's corpse.
"I don't have a teleportation rune outside the city, so I can only guarantee that it will fall near Vijma, so don't think about it."
Triss looked at Lan worriedly, but the young man nodded indifferently.
"As long as you don't teleport me into the stone, it doesn't matter where I am."