The witcher ripped the parchment with the mayor's seal from the sign, and used it as evidence to gain access to the mayor's office.

"Well, according to the law, I have to show you this. In order for you to be sure that the notice you have taken off is legal and valid. ”

In the mayor's office, the man behind the desk reached out and pointed to the heavy scepter leaning against the table, which was proof of the royal family's power to the mayor.

But what should have been a solemn gesture seems to have happened so many times that Mr. Mayor has become much more casual in the process.

To put it simply: he didn't even pick up the scepter and show it, but sat still and pointed it with the quill in his hand, even if it was on display.

After the process set out in the law was completed, the mayor became more relaxed and threw away the quill in his hand.

"You may be seated, sir. No, not here, it's there. Don't mind, but we'd better keep our distance for now. ”

Lan's tall body sat on the chair, allowing the solid wood chair to be oppressed and let out a 'squeak' scream.

This movement made Mr. Mayor's eyelids jump uncontrollably.

"All right, sir. Let's be open and honest. ”

The mayor rubbed his hands.

"My notice made it clear that I only wanted witchers, and I thought only professional witchers could solve the problems I wanted to solve. So before I reveal the mission to you, you have to prove that you're a witcher and not a big stupid guy who wants to go crazy for money. ”

"Isn't that enough?"

Lane's fingers pulled out the roaring bear head necklace around his neck.

But the mayor's tone did not let up in the slightest.

"Meritelli, my good fellow, do you think this was many years ago? How many fools do you think I've seen running to me with a necklace made by a blacksmith? You're silver, better than them, but I'm not sure if you met some unlucky demon hunter who took his body. ”

"You should do it, let me see your eyes!"

The mayor snorted coldly.

The hooded witcher was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling with something, but soon he stopped dwelling.

The hood was lifted, and the long brilliant hair poured down like melted silver.

The mayor's originally angry mouth was now only heard by the sound of 'roaring', and he choked on his saliva.

Lan En showed his full face, his amber cat's eyes staring at the mayor casually.

"Is that enough?"

"Uh-huh! Yes, my lord, no! Yes sir. ”

Lan's face and temperament once gave the impression to the mayor of Sintra, and he instinctively used the honorifics needed for noble people.

Only later did he react and stop this unmeasured behavior.

"Uh, okay, okay, I'm sure you're a witcher, so what's next"

"Now, I'll talk to you about the mission."

Before the mayor could finish speaking, a voice came out of the side room of the office and interrupted him.

It was not a polite gesture, but Mr. Mayor behaved very indifferently.

A very delicately groomed middle-aged and elderly man walked out of the side room of the mayor's office.

He wears a puff-sleeved tight top with delicate embroidery, as well as leggings, and has a strong smell of perfume on his body, and every beard and hair is neatly combed.

"In the lower Sintra court superintendent, Haxor. Since you're a real witcher, I'll sort out the details of the mission for you. ”

The well-dressed court chief unceremoniously walked past the mayor's desk and sat down in a chair closer to Lanen. And turned around and glanced at the mayor.

That look made Lan En translate: Brother, am I fierce?

Mr. Mayor tilted his head and stopped talking.

"Okay, let's get back to business."

The palace director took the proclamation from Lan En's hand and shook it slightly.

"It's a tricky and urgent matter, and it has to be brought to the end with the quickest and least impact."

"It's not an easy job, we sent a lot of people at the beginning, all good guys, but none of them came back. The only survivor was frightened out of the way when he returned, and we concluded that it would have to be an expert like the Witcher. ”

"You're quite sane." Lan En nodded.

"A lot of irrational people always think that numbers can play a role in this kind of thing, and at least kill three or four waves before they think of finding experts."

Hackso spread his hands: "This is Sintra after all, and we have been in contact with witchers. ”

After the routine greetings and the description of the danger of the mission, the palace governor finally had to talk about something.

His face, which had even his nose trimmed, had become a little heavy.

"The world is terrible right now."

Haxel muttered, the parchment notice being unconsciously flipped over and over in his hand.

"All sorts of filthy things are growing, and it seems that even their brainless creatures sense the tension between the nations, and they can't wait to come out and become scavenging crows while the people are bleeding."

"Soden's mountain is infested with tanuki monsters, and once the forest was full of wolves howling, but now werewolves and other monsters are spitting and spitting at kobolds or leprechauns. Hundreds of children were taken from the village by fairies and nymphs from Mizusawa. Unheard-of diseases erupted one after another, making people's hairs stand on end. The most sensational thing is this! ”

He flattened the sheepskin, which had been rolled up, on his thighs.

"So, sir, it's no surprise that we need the help of witchers."

The court steward's thoughts seemed to be very detached, and they did not match his delicate and rigorous dress at all.

"Announcement, Mr. Steward." Lan En could only pull his thoughts back in person. "I need to announce the details of the mission."

"Oh, the details." The palace steward nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I know. Even the first group of people were sent down by me, oh my God, please forgive me meritelli, how did I know that things would turn out like this! ”

"I deeply sympathize, however. Details, sir. The witcher had to speak up again, bringing the guilt-ridden court director back to business.

"Oh, yes! Right! Detail. In a nutshell. The Royal Mausoleum is haunted! ”

"Haunted. It's a wraith? Lan En's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Are you sure?" ”

"Is that fake?" Haxel was determined, and terrified.

"You know the heavy rain some time ago, right? The rain came suddenly and violently, and the royal mausoleum would have done waterproof treatment on a regular basis, but in the middle of the construction period for a few days, even a temporary waterproof line was not covered! ”

"Oh, you didn't see that. Those filthy yellow mud soup is simply poured into the entrance of the cemetery! It must have been these filths that have angered the spirits of the ancestors, and they will not be able to live in peace at this time! If you want me to say, those who don't hurry up and cover the temporary waterproof line should be hanged! ”

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