"This was the first body we investigated at the time, and he was the farthest of the soldiers."

Gede said as he stood behind the half-crouched Lane, his eyes blackened by drinking [Cat's Eye] and scanned his surroundings alertly.

There were seven corpses in front of him, and the soldiers thought that there were only a few ghouls running into the mausoleum, so they walked down under the order, fully armed and imposing. But when the demon spirit appeared in front of them, they realized that the steel sword and armor in their hands could neither hurt their enemies nor protect themselves. ”

"To put it simply: this is the inexplicable self-confidence of the layman."

There was no sarcasm in Gede's tone, he was used to it, so he just shook his head expressionlessly.

When taking a mission in the countryside, there are always some shouting young men, carrying pitchforks, sickles, and flails that beat grass valleys, dangling around the witchers.

They say that the witcher just swings his sword a few times, and he has to take a lot of money from their village, which is not fair at all.

They will also say that their pitchforks and scythes can do the same thing as the witcher's sword, and use this as an argument to reiterate that the witcher shouldn't make that much money.

Originally, Lan En didn't know if this would be the case in the Nilfgaard Empire in the south, but judging from Gede's expression now, the farmers in the north and south were very similar.

They all think they know how to deal with monsters better than witchers.

"Can't ask for more, Gerd. You must know that even the training of demon hunters can be called higher education in this world. ”

Lan En stood up from a half-crouched position and clapped his hands.

"The vast majority of people, their knowledge doesn't even support their fluency in using analogy and sarcasm like you do. What more could you ask for? ”

And just as the two were talking, in the corner of the burial chamber in the distance, a quiet and eerie green light reflected from the water.

At the same time, a cold sensation different from the moisture of the groundwater began to spread.

The faint green glow of the fire seemed to be the glow of some kind of oil lamp.

Because of the sound of the rusted iron chain shaking, the glass cover of the oil lamp was shaking because it was not firmly fixed, and the faint green light was flickering on the water.

Gerd silently drew the silver sword behind his back, and Lan's left hand pressed against the scabbard at his waist, his thumb slightly pushing the gauntlet of the Sword of the Lake Maiden.

"My. Child! ”

There was no sound of water stirring up by footsteps, but the words that seemed to be dry throats and leaky air were getting closer.

With the jealousy of the living, and the resentment of being treated badly by everyone, and even by the whole world.

"Carranthor! You owe me. You owe me a boy! You should give me a boy! ”

"I should have a successor. My bloodline."

Lan En and Gerd glanced at each other, both of them looked like skilled witchers, and of course they were not affected by the cold atmosphere brought by the wraiths.

Even if there was food at this time, they could both drink it first in front of the spirits.

Without the guts to play hide-and-seek with the spirits in a haunted house, the Witcher profession would have been abandoned.

At this time, the curiosity, gossip, and surprise in the eyes of Lane and Gerd were much more conspicuous than fear.

"Listen to this. Is he Caranther's dead husband? Ebbing's Rogner? ”

Gerd gave a silent 'wow'.

"I heard that he was very amiable and a gentle king when he was alive, how did he become like this after he died?"

Lan En smacked his mouth as well, and glanced at the corner of his retina along the way.

Mentos' timing system was walking on time, and it was 3:17 p.m.

It's not noon, it's not midnight.

This means that the demon spirit incarnated by the king is neither a daytime nor a nighttime spirit.

There is a high probability that it is an ordinary demon spirit.

"Who knows?"

Lann turned, facing the green glow with Gerd.

Listen, he was blaming Carantor for not being able to bear him a son. It's understandable that the kings care about this the most. And Caranther was called the 'Lioness of Sintra', but no one ever called Rogner the 'Lion of Sintra'. ”

"I have been suppressed by my strong wife all my life, even if I am a man with a gentle personality, I guess I will be a little resentful when I die."

"Ha, I don't think it's that simple." Gede laughed teasingly.

"Have you ever heard the gossip of the Sintra people? Rumors about that 'lioness'? ”

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to know." The young man began to step forward, and the sound of wading water was unobstructed.

Lan En glanced lightly at Gerd.

"If you love to listen to gossip, you must also have a degree, in case you really hear something weighty, you are making trouble for yourself, you should understand this truth."

"Hehe, I owe you a favor, you have the final say."

Ged shrugged, and the silver sword in his hand habitually danced with sword flowers, keeping up with Lan's footsteps.

And around the corner of the burial chamber, a fluttering demon spirit with no feet visible under her tattered skirt also wandered out.

It had turned into a bone-dried head, and a crown hung crookedly.

The moment he saw the two demon hunters, the demon spirit seemed to collapse inward into a cloud of gray smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The two witchers continued to walk forward as if they hadn't seen them.

The necklace around his neck began to tremble, and Lann and Ged seemed to have made a decision.

One slammed forward half a step, and the other jumped backwards, creating just the right amount of space.

At the same time as the two of them withdrew, a cloud of gray smoke appeared out of thin air in the vacated place of the two of them, and then the gray smoke expanded outwards and turned into a demon spirit again.

As soon as it appeared, it spread its withered arms and picked them up like a windmill.

In one hand he held a rusty sword and in the other a glass-covered oil lamp.

That's how those ordinary soldiers probably died.

They didn't know that Wisps could teleport, and that ordinary armor had limited effect on Wisps' weapons.

But now, both of the people present are experts at dealing with monsters.

They are professional and calm.

"Phew!"

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Before the first lap of the demon spirit's sword was finished, the sword of the lake girl took the initiative to meet the rusty blade.

Then a circle of dazzling sparks burst out of the dark tomb.

The spirit's fluttering body had no stance to speak of, but the skillful parry still made it impossible to turn the second lap.

The wive's movements were completely stuck by Lanen.

At this time, Gede arched his feet forward and back, and slashed out a sword that he had prepared for a second!

The whistling wind showed the speed and power of the sword.

The dim yellow shine on the blade of the sword was another material support for Lan En.

Gede's furious slash was similar to Lanne's skill and power at the beginning.

This sword coated with [Evil Spirit Oil] directly ripped off half of the demon spirit's shoulder.

The long, golden knife followed, slashing off the bone-like head of the demon spirit.

In a wail that seemed to reach the soul, the faint green fire burned on the demon spirit.

In a few moments, only a pile of ashes remained under the surface of the water.

Just now he slashed out a sword, and Gede, who was quite imposing, didn't even have time to take back the silver sword at this time, and quickly squatted down.

Lift out the pile of ashes with your own hands.

He also muttered: "Evil Spirit Dust! Hey, Evil Spirit Dust! ”

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