Lane enters Vijma for the second time.

This time he didn't wear a hooded cloak again, but just put on a smock to cover his obviously not cheap armor.

According to the bartender's itinerary, Rann had reappeared in Vijma's harbor at night, after eating at noon.

The brilliant silver hair was dusted by Lan En, and it became dull.

The eyes remained slightly narrowed, and as long as they were not looking at each other face-to-face, the amber cat's eyes were not very eye-catching.

As he approached the port gatekeeper, Lan followed the crowd and leaned to the side of the gate, ensuring that there was only one doorman who would come into contact with him.

But even so, when approaching the gate, Lan En clearly felt that the doorman who was about to collect the money from him flashed a look of "finding the target and forcibly calming down".

The entrance to the city has indeed been dotted.

Lan En knew it.

Although he has hardly shown his face in Vigema City, as long as this level of power wants to find out a person, it is indeed not a difficult task.

But the strength of Count Stessa's power was expected.

"Mentos, the Seal Assist function is on."

"Yes, sir."

The frequency of the witcher's footsteps is steady and steady.

Mentos' firewall for the [Memory Backsurge] phenomenon has been declared to have passed the utility test by today.

As a result, a large amount of computing power is freed from the project.

The [French Seal Accessibility Function] has been re-launched.

Beneath the robe, the witcher's left hand outlined a white glowing sigil.

As Rann approached the doorman, the soldier was trying to normalize his expression so that his target would not be alert.

But just as the target approached him, he suddenly felt that his boot buckle was a little crooked. It's too crooked, uncomfortable and not aesthetically pleasing.

So he simply put aside all other thoughts, immediately crouched down, and began to arrange the buckles of his boots.

"It's not right to re-buckle! That's not right either! Buckle again! ”

That is, until Lan En threw down a city tax and walked through the gate.

The janitor was obsessively battling the buckles of his boots.

Completely forgot that he had hoped a moment ago to get a good extra money by reporting the news of Lan En.

"This [French Seal Auxiliary Function] has ended."

Mentos' calm, intelligent voice rang out.

Lan En also let go of the finger that was holding the seal.

The gate guards are also trained warriors who have fought in battle. It stands to reason that the [Seal of Axifah] could not hypnotize the will of these people.

But Mentos and Lane had actually worked on each of them.

Now, if you talk about the Bear School alone, Lan En feels that no one should be able to play the Fa Yin more fancy than himself.

Yes, the Seal of Axifa is of little use to the strong-willed.

In most cases, the increase in the strength of the French seal seems unrealistic. Most demon hunters can only complete the process from rustiness to proficiency in the magic seal skills in their lifetime.

That is, the cast time is shortened, the cast success rate is stable, and the strength remains unchanged for life.

However, in the course of practice, Lan En discovered that [will] is a property that fluctuates.

He didn't need to fully hypnotize the strong-willed.

As long as you make a slight impact at the right time, it is enough in most situations.

So there is the current application model.

Under the [Seal of Fa Assist Function], Mentos will use his computing power to perform a psychological analysis of the target before the [Axifa Seal] is issued.

Impatient? Is there a psychological reaction due to slight physical discomfort? .

There will always be flaws.

Just like the city gate soldier just now, the buckle on his boot made him a little uncomfortable.

And with the help of the [Seal of Axif], even in the midst of a battle with the blade, he will unconsciously pay attention to his boot buckles.

Even the magic of the witcher's magic seal, with the synergy of powerful computing power and near-perfect execution, can also develop eye-catching actual combat ability.

But the drawbacks of this spellcasting mode are not without it.

Mentos's psychological observation comes from Lann, who doesn't know much about this in the first place.

In fact, most of the effects are supported by computing power.

If Mentos's early observation is wrong, then the [Axif's Seal] that is exerting force in the wrong direction may not even be able to confuse the enemy for a few tenths of a second.

And Lan En naturally wasted a round of opportunities to cast the magic seal.

It's a bit of a bet on probability.

The night fell like a veil.

Vigema's brightness is decreasing.

In the rich trade area, torches and torches on the street began to add fuel and ignite.

And in the cluttered temple district, and the old Virginma, which has almost become an abandoned city, no one can count on such non-existent civic facilities.

In the ancient nights before the advent of electric lights, if the conditions of celestial lighting were not good, the level of darkness would have been astonishing.

Unlike the ancient cities of the home world, Vijma has no curfew.

Because there is no need for security forces to drive away civilians who take to the streets at night.

The ghouls who ran out of the cemetery, the citizens who came up from the sewers of the city at night, did not dare to go out in such a situation.

The monsters are much easier to use than the vigilantes.

As Lanne progressed, the residents' portals were closed one by one.

He made a beeline for the trading district on the streets where the crowds were getting thinner.

Darkness became his protective color.

The [cat] potion he drank in advance allowed him to even use his light-sensitive vision to perceive the light of a fire held by a patrolling soldier two blocks away.

Due to the good economic situation in the trade area, the nightlife here is much richer.

Ryan passed past the drunken merchant, past the woman in a low-cut blouse and suspender stockings, past the inn where he had once stayed, but now the door had been cordoned off.

Finally, when darkness enveloped Vigema, he arrived next to the largest private building in the entire trade area.

This manor built in the city.

— Prislav Stesa Manor.

In the light-sensitive vision given by the cat, the manor is turned white by the abundant fire light.

The cost of lighting this manor alone for one night is estimated to cost dozens of Oren.

The witcher's ears twitched slightly, and the sound of footsteps could be heard from near and far in the manor.

The footsteps are solid and powerful, with the sound of the nails colliding and rubbing against each other.

The outer walls of the manor are patrolled, and the inside of the manor is even crisscrossed by patrol routes.

But in the face of Lan's ears, and the light-sensitive vision that can sense the intensity of light.

The patrol soldiers, who could not do without torches and armor, were very "conspicuous".

"Quack, quack—"

The witcher twisted his neck, wrists, and ankles, and calmly prepared for exercise.

The next moment, "Wow! "A bang.

The boots rubbed against the cobblestone pavement with a hurried sound.

The humanoid creature weighing nearly two hundred kilograms is like a charging tiger!

Leaving shallow footprints on the outer wall of the manor, he turned over and climbed over the wall that was two people high.

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