Chapter 1440 1412 Old School

Chapter 1440 1412. Old School

"This is Lan En's friend, why are you so nervous?"

Ged said carelessly, but Xi Leton shrank his neck, and looked carefully at Gascoigne standing aside, and whispered.

"But I think something is wrong! Even if it is a portal, it is not like this! I have seen many portals!"

"And look at him. There is a layer of green light! Isn't this a demon?"

Gascoigne's body is indeed covered with a layer of green light, which is very strange. It feels like a slight reflection of the green light from the outside world after hitting his body.

Deep and gloomy.

But now the moon has moved halfway in the sky, and the surroundings are either dark or red light on fire. Where does the green light come from?

This makes Gascoigne look normal except for the strange clothes at first glance, but a closer look makes people feel inexplicably cold.

Xileton was well-informed, so although he had communicated with Gascoigne, he still suspected that this person was a demon spirit, but he was special and could communicate.

"A demon spirit!" The bell in the red-bearded dwarf's hand continued to shake, his face horrified, "This bell must be a magical instrument to restrain him! I dare not stop!"

"And look at his enjoyment now!"

Gascoigne's eyes were still covered with gauze, but on the street where a lot of blood had just been splashed, he subconsciously took a deep breath, as if enjoying the smell of blood.

This breath, which smelled extremely sweet to the people of Yharnam, turned around in his chest and then exhaled slowly.

The body of the Yharnam hunter was activated by the smell of blood, and the breath exhaled by Gascoigne became white gas visible to the naked eye in this autumn night.

Berengar's mouth twitched, but he still explained to Xileton who was worried.

"No, he is not a demon spirit. This is at most a soul projection? Demon spirits don't have this kind of thing. There is no such thing at all."

"What you have in your hand should be a magic prop that can resonate with each other, not a magic weapon that can bind demon spirits."

"Uh, are you sure?" Xileton looked doubtful, and only stopped ringing the bell after Berengar nodded again.

"Well, this is much better. The sound of the summoning bell has been ringing in my heart. It will be annoying if I keep listening to it."

Gascoin breathed a sigh of relief.

"I saw that you seemed to like the smell of blood just now?" Gede looked at him suspiciously, "Are you also a vampire? Lan En made another vampire friend?"

"Vampire? You mean the blood clan? No, I'm not." Gascoigne tried to understand what the other party meant. He shook his head, "But the smell of blood is indeed sweet in my nose. This is a dangerous bad habit, and I am trying to overcome it."

"I wish you success in advance, Gascoigne."

Berengar said, while trying to move the leg that had just been shot with an arrow.

The old witcher had split the Valyrian steel equity with Lan in half, and he spent much less money than the young man.

Naturally, the alchemical bombs, sword oils, and potions he equipped himself with were all the most expensive and top-quality.

After the entrance of [High-grade Swallow], the wound of the arrowhead that had pierced into the thigh muscle and was pulled out abruptly had healed to the point where it automatically stopped bleeding and did not affect the activity.

This was also the reason why Gerd dared to pull the arrow directly from him just now - he knew that this old wolf had good stuff on him.

"There are several more important places in the workshop area, we all have to take care of them, and these craftsmen must be settled first."

Berengar sorted out the situation one by one, making Shiloton and Gerd nod repeatedly.

After saying that, he patted his injured leg and said in a deep voice: "And the most important thing is that they just wanted to capture me alive. You should know what this means."

"What they want is all the secrets of Valyrian steel." Xileton frowned so hard that he could kill a fly, "So we have to protect you closely."

"Not only protect you in the open, but also protect the knowledge in your mind in the invisible magic!"

"Don't worry about that." Berengar waved his hand, but the smile on his face was inexplicable.

"Psychic magic can't confuse demon hunters for too long, and I'm also an old hand. I know how to deal with these means. As long as I'm not captured alive, I won't leak it."

"Don't say such nonsense!"

Before Berengar finished speaking in an inexplicable tone, Gede interrupted him with a gloomy face.

"They don't seem to be many in number, and the terrain here is not complicated." Gascoigne also interrupted and said, "I should be able to stay for a few hours. Before that, Lan should be able to finish what he is doing now, right?"

"Thank you." After a brief silence, Berengar smiled at the assistant who was summoned in some way and said, "When this is over, we can have a good drink."

"By the way, I can also give you a popular hat. You are too old-fashioned."

"Old-fashioned?"

Gascoigne muttered this word in his mouth, thinking of his first meeting with Henrik and Lan.

He raised his hand and pressed his wide-brimmed hat, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the blindfold.

"I am looking forward to seeing what kind of hats are popular here."

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It was already three or four in the morning, but the banquet in Aretusa's banquet hall was still not over.

But the banquet was already moving towards tradition, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Some people moved the long table away, brought in benches and armchairs to sit on, and started playing some vulgar and wild games.

Many people sat around a barrel of wine, drinking and chatting, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

Not long ago, they had seriously listed a series of banquet etiquette, and repeatedly emphasized and set an example, rolling their eyes at those who had no etiquette, but now they directly picked up lamb chops and pig's feet with their hands and ate them.

Several people gathered together to play cards, and someone slept next to them.

Several couples kissed and groped in the corner of the banquet hall. Judging from the warm atmosphere, kissing alone would definitely not satisfy them.

Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers he brought with him were now walking lightly in the shadow of Aretusa and leaving the academy.

Dijkstra was almost fainted because of the fake list.

They came to support Philippa this time, on the one hand, they really wanted to clean up the traitors among the warlocks.

On the other hand, they wanted to pull out the carrots and bring out the mud, and make a list of all those who had contact and collusion with these warlock traitors.

Fortunately, before the next war broke out, they had already done the cleaning and preparation.

But what's the use of getting an unreliable list? Not only is it useless, but the news that he had seen the list was leaked, which would be troublesome for him, Vizimir, and the Kingdom of Redania!

Not to mention that everyone is in danger, his credibility and reliability will be greatly reduced when he does anything as a spy in the future!

The only thing that can comfort Dijkstra is that this list was just in his hands, and before he had time to operate around it, it was already discovered by Lan En as having problems.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to use this list, otherwise his head would probably be chopped off!

But it was also Lan, the demon hunter who followed them, who frustrated Dijkstra's plan to stay in Aretusa to interrogate and investigate in person.

What the king's lackeys did today was excessive enough. No matter what, they could not stay in Aretusa any longer.

Even Philippa agreed with this.

Even if she hadn't seen Lan just now, she would have asked to drive him away after confirming that Dijkstra had finished the work.

After all, she was still a wizard.

To endanger the independent status of wizards in the north was also to endanger herself.

"Look at these people, sir."

Dijkstra looked back at the banquet hall, which was still brightly lit, in the shadows.

"What fun they had, just like a group of children. While they were playing, the Supreme Council of Warlocks, loyal to the major kingdoms in the North, had almost captured all the confirmed traitors and were also holding those suspects who were not sure whether they had betrayed."

"Soon, those people will be investigated and tried for treason and collusion with Nilfgaardians."

"Look at those wild couples. Before they could finish their little business in their pants, Vigfortz was hanged. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this world is really weird, isn't it?"

The Supreme Council of Warlocks should have been one of the two major institutions for warlocks to manage themselves.

But as time went by, the kings finally made some infiltrations with their pervasive political influence.

Was this infiltration spontaneously carried out by the kings with great talents, or was it the self-integration of power itself? It is no longer clear.

Nowadays, all five members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks have the title of "royal advisor" of various countries.

It has become the intersection of power between warlocks and kings.

Among the warlocks who took action this time, several great wizards of the Warlock Supreme Council were indeed implicated.

"Be quiet, Dijkstra."

Lan En just said this.

"You'd better hope that your entry into Aretusa can be concealed. I really do this for your own good. You slapped the warlocks, and they are now busy with their own affairs, but you'd better not publicize the story of this slap."

"Otherwise, one day, you will be found dead in your bed, and your hairy lungs will be seen during the autopsy, and Vizmir will undoubtedly choose to keep quiet."

At three or four in the morning, Aretusa was dead silent and dimly lit.

Because the main purpose was to capture secretly, the fifty soldiers led by Dijkstra all wore soft-soled shoes, and there was no big noise when they stepped on the marble floor.

In the long dark corridor and the towering and luxurious vaulted ceiling, there were only the silent footsteps of the soldiers and the low conversation of two people.

Then they walked out of the building. The cool wind blew from the dark sea, and the group finally didn't have to walk lightly.