Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Wizard and the Witcher
Jonathan frowned, a little displeased.
But he patiently replied, "Maybe it's a ghoul, maybe it's a witch, maybe it's a demon, in short, until you catch it, you can have anything." β
There was a sigh in the tavern, and everyone immediately turned their heads and talked about it.
The noisy voice made Jonathan's face cold.
He snorted coldly, and thought to himself: If I knew what kind of monster it was, I would still use myself to pay five gold coins to increase the bounty?
"Sir, I've heard that this monster only comes out at night, right? Can you give us some more details here?"
Iron Fist Bruce's voice rang out again.
His question represented the voice of almost everyone in the tavern.
The more information you know, the more likely you are to get it done, and some of the risks can be avoided as much as possible.
This pattern that Bruce said is actually not a secret, and it was made public the last time the mission was called.
Jonathan's face sank.
The rude man's behavior displeased him, and he asked, somewhat angrily, "Tell me your name, mercenary." β
"Haha...... Sir, my name is Bruce Hagey, my friends like to call me Tekken Bruce, and although I'm a mercenary, I'm also a witcher. β
Iron Fist Bruce stepped out of his place with a big grin.
Walking out with him was a young man with a Sven look.
The young man looked well-mannered and a little thin.
But no one dared to underestimate him, because he was a magician.
Come to Jonathan.
The young man, dressed as a magician, bowed gracefully.
The standard of movement, at first glance, is an excellent etiquette education.
Bruce, on the other hand, is very awkwardly learning the movements of the young magician, and he looks a little funny.
"Your Excellency, my name is Libert Grindada, and I beg your pardon for my friend's rudeness, we have just come to the Noble Land, and we have heard that something strange has happened, so we would like to know more about the situation so that we can better find a way to deal with it. β
The young magician behaved elegantly and said to Jonathan with a slight apology.
His tone was soft and his voice was magnetic, sounding like a spring breeze and very comfortable.
can't help but make people feel good.
Jonathan's face softened, and his horse had a kind look.
"Haha...... Don't worry about it, I think Iron Fist Bruce is also a straightforward person, and I heard that the witchers are all masters with special skills, so I asked for your forgiveness for the offense just now. β
Jonathan's speed of turning his face is simply faster than turning a book.
Just now, his face was gloomy and angry.
Now it's a gentle tone and an amiable face.
It's not that Jonathan has a good temper.
Rather, it was because he could clearly see the mage badge on the young mage's chestβthe upper rank of the Beginner Realm.
Magicians are a very noble profession.
The vast majority of mages are inherited from some large family or powerful force.
Fa cultivation is different from martial cultivation, the threshold for martial cultivation is very low, you can afford to hold a weapon, and you have a chance to become a martial monk with a little strength and skill.
And in order to become a magician, you must have a magical heart.
Moreover, the material and financial resources spent on practicing magic are very huge, and if there is no support from a big family and a big force, I am afraid that even the test of a magician apprentice will not be able to pass.
Therefore, even if the person in front of him is only a magician at the upper level of the Beginner Realm.
Its true status has far surpassed that of a martial artist of the same level.
"Your Excellency, I don't know if it's inconvenient for Fang to reveal more information?, my witcher friend and I, we very much hope to help you solve your immediate troubles. β
The magician Libert Grindanda clenched his right hand into a fist in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and said very sincerely.
"Profit...... It's not that I don't want to give you more information, but I don't know much, and if it weren't for the tricky nature of this matter, we wouldn't be posting such a high bounty. β
Jonathan had a bitter look on his face, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly.
Although he didn't know the origin of this magician, he was able to cultivate to the upper level of the Beginner Realm, and he was still so young, he must have a huge force behind him.
He was the captain of a small city guard, and he couldn't afford to be guilty of it anyway.
Magician Libert bowed slightly, smiled in confusion, stretched out his hand to Jonathan and made a gesture of leaning over and said, "Oh?
Jonathan was stunned, a little puzzled.
However, out of fear of the identity of the magician Liebert, he did so.
Magician Libert whispered a few words in Jonathan's ear before calling Bruce and walking back to where they were.
No one heard what the magician said.
But anyone can tell the clues in Jonathan's expression.
This magician is not simple.
Jonathan looked at the young magician's back, and a fine layer of sweat was already oozing from his forehead.
In front of the young magician, it was as if all his thoughts had been seen through.
And what you just said......
Jonathan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand, took a deep breath, and then turned to the waiter and asked for a glass of ale.
After taking a big sip, I calmed down a little.
There was silence for a moment, and a strange look appeared on Jonathan's face.
He turned to look at the magician Liebert, who smiled and nodded at him.
It's like making up your mind.
Jonathan cleared his throat and said loudly to the people in the tavern in a somewhat hurried tone, "If you want more information, you can come and ask my vice-captain later." β
Jonathan gestured to a handsome fair-skinned tall soldier next to him.
With that, he waved quickly at the other dark-skinned young soldier.
The swarthy soldier understood, and hurriedly handed over a handful of red rope that had been prepared in advance.
After Jonathan took it, he held it high in his hand and quickly said to everyone: "There is a curfew order now, and every mercenary who wants to participate in the joint mission must tie this red rope to his right arm, otherwise he will be punished as a spy if he is caught by the patrol." One more thing I want to warn you about is that you can play fair, but ......"