"Hello, boss."

Duckley first greeted the innkeeper.

The Sintra family, on the other hand, showed a restrained and resistant expression, bowing in return, but obviously not sincere.

Strange to say, when Duckley had not yet held a position, when he passed by such a hotel, if he could, he would cut off the boss's head, and go to the boss's wife or their daughter by the way.

When they were done, they killed people and set fire to the hotel.

But after becoming a commander, he began to be happy to follow the rules.

Just like now, not only did he not cut the boss's throat with a dagger in his boots, but he didn't even interrogate him too much.

On the contrary, there is always a smile on his face that can play a role in comfort and comfort.

It's just that occasionally I lament in my heart.

Alas, if it weren't for the policy prohibition. Wouldn't it be like returning to your youth when you take such a group of thugs to a bordering country, rape and plunder, kill people and set them on fire. Alas, if the policy allowed it, how much better!

Duckley's eyes flicked over the men he had brought with him.

Andres Verni, from Redania in the north, is a murderous man. Stigward, a pirate and renegade from the Skellig Islands. Dade Vargas, a ruthless assassin who knows where he came from.

The names of these people didn't matter, anyway, if it wasn't for the fact that Duckley had not used to expand his network and recruit people, he wouldn't have bothered to memorize the names of these scumbags.

They were all alike, as if they had been carved out of a mold.

This does not refer to appearance, but to movement, demeanor, and temperament. And so on.

Once you kill more than five, it makes no difference.

The same movements, the same gestures, the same speech, mannerisms, dress, and temperament. There are also the same eyes, silent and cold, lacking in vitality, and as unfazed as snakes.

Even if they commit heinous atrocities, their expressions will not change in the slightest.

And being able to gather this group of people who are skilled in killing people and ruthless in handling things is the ability of his Duckley to be valued by the big shots!

Duckley was bored and coped with the perfunctory behavior of the innkeeper and his wife, waving his hand behind him.

Finally, one of the women in the five-man squad chuckled and turned around, making the appearance of admiring the ragged and dirty interior of the small country inn.

Joanna Thirburney.

A beautiful lady who is defined as a first-class psionic master in the Empire.

Psionics is the Empire's designation for individuals who are born with supernatural abilities in the spiritual aspect.

The first type of psyker means that Joanna has telepathy, telepathy, coercive commands, and hypnotic precognition. However, it does not have the ability to telepathize with the material world.

The whites of her eyes began to dilate until they compressed their pupils to the point where they were barely visible.

Invisible psychic power penetrates into the brains of the hotel couple, through the scalp, skull, and cerebral cortex.

At this time, if it is a wizard, witcher, or other person with chaotic magic, he will be able to clearly feel the feeling of a foreign object invading his mind.

People with high skills and deep accumulation can even easily counter.

But alas, the innkeeper couple is just ordinary people. They don't even notice that their memories are being flipped.

There was no bloodshed, not even brawls and threats.

In the eyes of the innkeeper, Duckley just took people around and walked away without any entanglement.

When they were outside, the five men mounted their horses and began to trot down the avenue, before Duckley asked Joanna.

"Tell me what you saw?"

The psychic master wiped his two lines of nosebleeds with his elbow in confusion.

"Not much value. The two of them first met a group of local bandits that day, and then our men arrived. The bandits did not speculate with him, so he drew his sword and cut them all. ”

Duckley nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

The people he recruited, he naturally knew what the level was.

Having more than a dozen without heavy armor is almost legendary to the laity, but for his men, it can only be said to be a normal play.

After that, the couple was locked up in the hut the whole time. All they can provide is voice. ”

"In the impression of the two of them, there was a frolic outside, then it seemed that two people came, and after a period of silence, the ping pong game began."

"Just two people?"

"Just two people."

Duckley frowned and confirmed to Joanna, and received an affirmative answer.

"And those two people, when they were slashing with our people, made a dense sound of sword blades colliding like raindrops. Their swords are fierce and fast. ”

"That shouldn't be." Duckley shook his head, "What if they do meet two witchers?" There's a Warlock in the squad? The witcher's trick is nothing but a sullen fart in front of the warlock, and he can't let it out. Where did they have the advantage of being able to deal with three good swordsmen? ”

"I don't know about this, that's all the innkeeper knows, I'll tell you all."

Joanna shrugged.

"You want me to say." Behind the two, the strong man of Skalijie interjected with a grin, "Let's catch up and see, can't we?" ”

"Our men were killed after killing a few rats that had come out to look for supplies, which shows that the two witchers didn't go on their roads alone. They definitely wanted to run out of Sintra with people. Give me a map and a log of their movements, and I can guess which way they're going next. ”

When Duckley heard this, he turned to face the strong man on horseback and looked up and down.

This is the resume of the man he is recalling.

This guy had fought in Nasser to suppress the rebellion of the Empire, and was a member of the former Jamoran Suppression Army.

Ah, that's a ruthless, creative bunch.

"Can you guarantee that your guess is correct? Can you keep us in front of them? ”

"It's easy, my lord." The strong man grinned, revealing blood-red gums.

"Refugees don't have so many options to make, they can only choose the least bad one in the gap where they are already dying. And these choices are obvious to me. ”

Under the statement of the strong man, Duckley patted his thigh and made the decision.

"I'll leave it to you. Stop those two men and show me what they are. ”

There was a look in his eyes that looked like he was picking a dish at the table.

"Lord Vatil has given us so much support, if there are not a few people of sufficient weight to send it, the adult will not be in a good mood."

And if Vatil is in a bad mood, he doesn't have to do it as a commander.

If you get a benefit, you have to show value.

Duckley was sober.

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