Chapter 33: The Snake Whistle
Yager sneered at Triss's anxious speech, "What do I want to know about this?" โ
In the stable, which smells of straw, the black-haired young man looks down condescendingly at the innocent girl on the ground, like the evil person who bullies men and women in the story.
However, it wasn't that he didn't want to know this information.
The Witch Sect and the Secret of the Royal Family? Sounds like there's a lot of room to dig into.
Generally, the troubles caused by the royal family at this level will affect the whole city, the economy will decline, the unemployment rate will increase, and so on. Not to mention the consequences of bypassing the Orthodox God Church and cooperating with this organization, which is a cult at first hearing.
It's not surprising to let all of Rune take the blame.
As an extraordinary person living in Beckland, this news is closely related to him.
However, this was not enough reason for him to get involved in the matter. In other words, based on his experience of meeting three begging for mercy in a month, there is room to continue to lower prices.
"This is a huge conspiracy that affects the whole of Beckland!" Triss tried to sell, but was very sensible not to shake things out.
She just has this kind of bargaining chip, and it is useless to say it all.
Even in a hurry, the witch who once had a brilliant career of fraud still retains her skills.
"I can also gather information for you! I'm by the Prince's side, and I can handle all his secret documents! โ
Triss's hand-sewn lace skirt was dusty as she spoke.
Is your way of handling it, is it serious?
Yager complained silently in his heart.
Well, how do you convince the prince to show you the confidential documents? Is it to control him, or to control him......
Although the small theater in his heart has faintly embarked on the forced love channel, he still has an undeniable attitude on the surface.
"I don't need to help you with this, I can know about the Witch Sect myself, and I don't really care."
"Unless, you can do it for other purposes."
"Unusual occult knowledge, for example," Jagger paused, thinking of what Bill Rudolph had once been in the aristocratic circles.
โ..... Or something related to other denominations in the kingdom. โ
"I know the recipe for the Assassin's low-rank potion! I knew the Aurora would! And the matter of the Psychological Alchemy Society! Sensing the possibility of being saved, Triss poured out the list of information she knew, "Moreover, the affairs of the Witch Sect and the royal family are not simple! They involve the secrets of the Church! โ
Very good.
The corners of Yager's lips were slightly raised, and he heard the news that he was very satisfied.
Psychological Alchemy.
His route for next week's investigation is here.
......
Five minutes later, after Yager made the most of the evil words he copied from Aemond's lawyer, the two finally came to an agreement in a roundabout way.
"So, as long as I regularly report to you the movements of other sects and nobles that I know, and tell you about the Witch Sect, are you willing to help me leave this New Year?" Triss asked rhetorically.
The delicate face of the girl who was still kneeling on the ground was a little dazed, and her slender and white hands were tangled together.
No, how could she, a former fraudster, smell a strong scammer?
"That's right." Yager nodded in satisfaction.
Triss stammered for a moment, as if trying to pick out some clues from the vertigo-stunning logic of their communication over the course of a few minutes.
After a few seconds, she shook her head.
FUCK๏ผ
What does she want to do with this!
None of that matters.
Her eyes cleared again: "I agree to all the terms." โ
The girl sat up straight and looked directly at the black-haired youth in front of her.
"But how can you be sure that you will keep your promise? How do I know that you have what it takes to save me, and that you will keep your word? โ
Although she felt that the Yager sequence was not low, she still wanted to see tangible proof from him.
The atmosphere between the two, which had been relaxed, became solemn again.
Oh?
Want to see the evidence, or a cultist? It's simple.
Yager bent his eyes: "Okay." โ
He looked around and made sure that the lawn around the stables was empty and there was no line of sight.
Although he was a little reckless, he did want to show others his new "pet" while it was safe to do so.
Triss, who saw his movements, had a vague premonition.
After looking around, the black-haired youth slowly raised her hand, her slender gloved right hand reached for her cheek, and with the other hand pulled out a rusty iron whistle.
"You're going to ....... it"
The young man pursed his lips and blew a strange flute.
Woo โ
ใMadalas's Whistleใ
[The inhabitants of the Forbidden Forest, the whistle of the Madalas brothers.] ใ
[The Madalas brothers grew up with a venomous python and developed a silent, inhuman kinship with it.] Nourished by the twisted corpses they feed, the python grows endlessly. ใ
[Legend has it that even years after the death of the two brothers, it still responds to the sound of the whistle.] ใ
[From the endless nightmare.] ใ
Yager's right hand suddenly went down and grabbed Triss's neck!
He took a swift leap forward with inhuman speed!
"Ahem, you!"
Triss felt like her neck was about to break, and her eyes went black.
But she soon ran out of time to complain.
In her snowflake-covered vision, a terrifying creature appeared.
No, it's hard to call it a living thing.
The neat floor of the stables rippled with pale purple, and where they had stood, the masonry was replaced by a great blood-red abyss.
Around the wriggling red object are countless sharp white teeth!
In less than a second of her vision, the abyss snapped shut and rose upward, revealing a side, an eye full of cruelty and tyranny!
The golden vertical pupils are two palms wide.
Triss finally realized what it was.
It is the snout of a snake.
The scarlet scales reflected the color of congealed blood in the sunlight, and the triangular head that gradually widened down was a few meters past the two of them, almost touching the top of the stable, but this was just enough to make the python's eyes peek out from the ground.
At the junction of the scales on the head, there are countless strips of bright red flesh, sticking out like snake letters.
The girl's legs went limp.
This is a power beyond the knowledge of her as a witch.
The large, twisted creature closed its mouth and kissed, then fell back into the lilac ripples.
Before leaving, the hideous eyes locked on her, as if regretting the slipping away of the prey.
The gray masonry floor returns to the center of view.
Triss swallowed a mouthful of saliva and sat down on the ground, not even knowing when Agger would let go of hers. Her smooth neck, which no longer existed, slid up and down, evoking reverie.
It's a pity that there doesn't seem to be a second person here.
"Now, are you optimistic about our cooperation?"
A demonic voice came from her ears.
"Miss Triss."
Yager bent down slightly, and a deep and clear male voice came from behind and into Triss's ears, making her tremble involuntarily.
"I'll give you everything you want! I can sign any extraordinary agreement! You can save me whenever you want! โ
She almost squeezed a burst scream out of her throat.