"Are you the messengers from the Sanctuary of Turmystir?" Following Anel, Penny finally met the legendary Lesserman Witch, with her simple robes and strange masks, as described in the books.

"Mius Deran, on the orders of the sixth Oslo, have come to negotiate with you. ”

Ocelot, the leader of the Witches of Lesserman, is the sixth in this class and is already a great figure in Lesserman. The witch who spoke on behalf of the Sixth Oslo seemed to be in her thirties, but her voice was not very pleasant, and she was very arrogant. The haughty and cold gaze that came out from under the mask made Penny feel very directly that the witch was unkind to them.

Not only for him, but also for the entire paladin squad, who felt this indifference, Camacho still maintained the salute of the paladin, and stepped forward to salute:

"Exactly, in the name of the messenger of Tyre, I salute the learned sisters. ”

"Oh, we have received the kindness of your church, thank you for being so busy and taking the time to help, but I have always doubted how much power there will be in the snowstorm of the Northlands, Messengers of Justice. The witch said coldly, "The supplies have been sent to the Woods, if you don't have anything else, please leave Lesserman early." ”

"Wait. Seeing that the witch turned to leave, Camacho frowned: "Could it be ...... You don't need our help?"

"The matter of Lesserman, the witch society has enough strength to solve it on its own, the materials you brought have already done us a great favor, we don't need to let you shed blood for us. The witch's posture was graceful, and her words were polite, but she was already showing considerable impatience between her eyebrows.

"Is that what you want us servants of Tyre to run away for nothing?" Perhaps sensing the witch's unfriendliness, Seragronfia suddenly interjected, anger in her voice.

"Serra, shut up!" Camacho scolded, turning to the witch and asking, "Is there something going on in the witches?"

"It's none of your business. The sorceress Deran's tone became colder: "We are still busy fighting at the Madir outpost, so we will not continue to entertain you, goodbye." ”

As she spoke, she opened a scroll and recited two sentences, and a flash of light flashed, and the witch disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Captain, how can she snub us so much?" the witch vanished, and Serra immediately cried out in displeasure.

"Patience...... Lesserman's witch, that's the style. Comrade Arnell spread his hands: "Cold and unstoppable, capricious. ”

"Are you sure you don't need us here, though?" Camacho asked the bard, his face was very bad, it was obvious that he had been called thousands of miles away, and then he would be angry when he learned that he had been tricked, even if Tyr had actually arrived.

"Perhaps. Arnell pursed her lips and suddenly smiled a hippie smile: "Now we can go to Sesk and take a shower, and then discuss something else, like art or something." ”

"But the people here still want us to save. Serra suddenly clenched her fists, and her eyes lit up: "They are immersed in the depths of civil strife. ”

"They lack the most basic respect for the messengers of Tyre. Camacho shook his head, although the noble education that the holy warriors received since childhood made them well-educated, and they didn't look angry, but when they said such words, it could be seen that he was very annoyed, and it was strange that he was willing to continue to help: "Since they have the ability to solve the war, we must also return to Turmis as soon as possible." ”

"But the matter of the Church of the Heartless has not yet been investigated. Serra shouted again.

"Let's go back first, the witch has already said that we are not welcome. Camacho said helplessly.

"But. Serra was about to say something more, and Camacho touched her head again: "Follow orders, Serra trainee samurai." ”

The samurai pouted and didn't speak again.

A group of paladins entered the hut where they were staying, and Anel walked over to Penny, who bowed his head and groaned, and reached out to touch him:

"Hey, what do you want?"

"There's something wrong with that witch. Penny looked up, remembering some of the information he had sensed, and frowned.

"Question, can she hurt us?" Arnell was surprised, "It's impossible, although they have strange tempers, they don't usually hurt people, unlike the crazy people like Serre." ”

"There's nothing wrong with her, but there's something wrong with her behavior...... Penny's brows furrowed more and more, "Why would she prevent the followers of Tyre from intervening in this civil war?"

"Struggles of faith can be found everywhere, and not all of the witches in the witch society are in favor of receiving Tyr's aid. The bard yawned disapprenousively, seemingly unconcerned: "Go away, as if the girl had just given you a book...... How did you get inside them so quickly?"

"It doesn't matter, that Sierra doesn't understand anything. ”

"It's better that I don't know anything, so when I find out when she's taking a shower to collect materials. The half-elf had a lewd look on her face: "She will probably have an inexplicable expression." ”

"Well, it's more likely that you'll be chased by her with a sword and ask for a duel. Penny snorted.

"Anyway, Penny, you're going to create an opportunity for me, and it must be nice to take a bite of her face like a freshly ripe peach. ”

"This doesn't hold up because I paid you 200 gold coins and didn't get the results you deserved...... Maybe you should write a poem and praise her in front of her to see how she reacts. Penny said nonchalantly and walked back to the cabin.

"What an unlovely boy. Arnell, who was on the spot, shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

The paladins had decided to leave, there was no point in staying here any longer, and Penny had decided to leave, and he had heard the witch say that there was fighting around the Madir outpost, so he decided to try his luck there.

......

On the hill, two masked robed women stood one after the other, apparently two Letherman's witches, one of whom was no stranger, although she had only spoken a few words in the previous text, but as the first witch to appear, we should remember her name as Miusderan.

Mius Deran stood behind the other witch with a very respectful expression: "Dear Oslow, should we really refuse Tyr's aid?"

"Hmm...... What questions do you have?" the high-ranking witch with the rank 'Ocelot' had a deep and magnetic voice, but through the eyes of the mask, it could be seen that those eyes seemed to be a little dull.

"I think that in the current state of the fighting, if we don't ask for as much help as possible, the rebels will soon reach Mushantil. At this time, refuse the assistance of the paladin......"

"It doesn't matter. 'Oslot' interrupted, "Our rule has been tested countless times in this land, and this time it will be easy to pass, and once the believers of these outer gods intervene, they will ask for many things, we cannot let their faith intervene easily, otherwise the dominance of the witch society will be questioned." Besides, they are only a few people, what role can they play?"

"Understood. Mius nodded, but the confusion on his face did not diminish in the slightest: "But why lure them to the Madil sentry?"

"These guys are all brainless, they won't obediently withdraw, leave a little clue, let them go to Madil and suffer a little. 'Oslo' said.

"But......" Mius frowned at the thought of the troubles at the Madir outpost, and felt that this did not seem to be a bright practice, and besides, the paladins had come with good intentions, and although they were not welcome, they should not have been tricked by intrigues...... She looked suspiciously at the back of the Sixth Ocelot in front of her, and suddenly felt a little strange.

This is not the style of the Lesserman Witches.

"Mius, let's go back, there's a lot of work to be done. ”

Forget it, she's Lord Oslot, and her wisdom is not something that a little Blytheblue (a low-level witch) of mine can guess, just follow orders.

Thinking so, Mius bowed his head humbly:

"Also, my lord, there was a message from Woodtown just now, and some of the Great Othlot want to meet with you to talk about the war. ”

"Find an excuse to push it off, we're also busy. Sixth Ocelot's somewhat rigid eyes moved, and he waved his hand back.

"However, this is the sixth notice. ”

"I say push it off, push it off, I have the final say. ”

"Yes......"

I've been a bit busy lately, and the update has been a little slow, but it will get better after a while. Thank you for your support.