Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 427 426. Haunted

The witcher tore off the parchment with the mayor's seal from the notice board and used it as a voucher to gain access to the mayor's office.

"Well, according to the law, I have to show you this. In order to confirm that the notice you took off is legal and effective."

In the mayor's office, the man behind the desk pointed to the heavy scepter leaning against the table, which was proof of the power granted to the mayor by the royal family.

But the actions that should have been solemn seemed to have happened so many times that the mayor became quite casual in the process.

To put it simply: He didn't even pick up the scepter and show it. Instead, he sat there and pointed with the quill in his hand, even if he showed it.

After the legal procedures were completed, the mayor became more relaxed and threw away the quill in his hand.

"Please take a seat, sir. No, not here, but there. Please don't mind, but we'd better keep our distance first."

Lan En's tall body sat on the chair, causing the solid wood chair to squeak under pressure.

This movement made Mr. Mayor's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

"Okay, sir. Let's be honest."

The mayor rubbed his hands.

"My notice clearly stated that I only want witchers. I think only professional witchers can solve the trouble I want to solve. So before revealing the content of the mission to you, you must first prove that you are indeed a witcher. , instead of a big stupid guy who is crazy about money."

"Isn't this badge enough?"

Lan En's fingers pulled out the roaring bear head necklace from his neck.

But the mayor's tone was not relaxed at all.

"Meritelli, my good friend, how many years ago do you think this was? How many fools do you think I have seen running towards me with a necklace made by a blacksmith? This one is made of silver. You're better than them, but I'm not sure if you met some unlucky witcher who died and ripped off his body."

"Just be nice and let me see your eyes!"

The mayor snorted coldly.

The hooded demon hunter was silent for a while, seeming to be struggling with something, but soon he was no longer struggling.

The hood was lifted, and the brilliant long hair poured down like molten silver.

The mayor's originally angry mouth now only came out with a 'roaring' sound, and he choked on his saliva.

Lan En revealed his full face, his amber cat eyes staring at the mayor casually.

"Is this enough?"

"Uh-huh! Yes sir, no! Yes sir."

Lan En's appearance and temperament once caused the mayor of Sintra to have a misunderstanding, and he instinctively used the honorific required for a noble person.

Only later did he react and stop this unmeasured behavior.

"Oh, okay, okay, I confirm that you are a demon hunter, let's go next."

"Next, let me talk to you about the mission."

Before the mayor could finish his words, a voice came from the side room of the office and interrupted him.

This was not a polite move, but the mayor acted very nonchalantly.

A very well-groomed middle-aged and elderly man walked out of the side room of the mayor's office.

He wore a tight-fitting top with exquisite embroidery, puff sleeves, and tight pants. He smelled of strong perfume, and every beard and hair was neatly combed.

"I am the director of the Palace of Cintra, Haxor. Since you are a genuine demon hunter, I will sort out the details of the mission for you."

The well-dressed palace manager walked unceremoniously past the mayor's desk and sat on a chair closer to Lan En. And he turned back and glanced at the mayor.

That look asked Lan En to translate it as: Brother, am I fierce or not?

The mayor tilted his head and stopped talking.

"Okay, let's get back to the point."

The palace manager took the announcement from Lan En's hand and shook it gently.

"This matter is difficult and urgent. It must be settled as quickly as possible with the least impact."

"This is not an easy job. We sent a lot of people at the beginning, all of them were good guys, but none of them came back. The only survivor was frightened and went crazy after he came back. We concluded from this, You have to be an expert like a witcher.”

"You are quite sensible." Lan En nodded.

"Many irrational people always think that numbers can play a role in this kind of thing. It will take at least three or four waves of deaths before they even think of calling an expert."

Haxor spread his hands: "This is Cintra after all, and we have had contact with the demon hunters."

After the usual pleasantries and the description of the dangers of the mission, the palace manager finally wanted to talk about something practical.

His face, even the nose hairs trimmed cleanly, became a little heavy.

"The world sucks now."

Haxo muttered, and the parchment notice was turned over unconsciously in his hands.

"All kinds of dirty things are growing. It seems that even their brainless creatures have sensed the tension between countries, so they can't wait to pop up and take advantage of people's bloodshed to become scavengers. of crows.”

"There are raccoon monsters running rampant in the mountains of Soden. In the past, there were only wild wolves howling in the forest. Now it is replaced by werewolves and other monsters. Their spit will hit kobolds or leprechauns. Children kidnapped from the village by goblins and water nymphs Hundreds of them. Unheard-of diseases have broken out one after another, making people’s hair stand on end. This is the most sensational thing!”

He flattened the sheepskin that had been rolled up into a ball on his thigh.

"So, sir, it's no surprise that we need help from a witcher."

The palace steward's thoughts seemed to be very out of touch, which did not match his exquisite and rigorous dress at all.

"Announcement, Mr. Steward." Lan En could only pull his thoughts back in person. "I need the details of the mission on the bulletin."

"Oh, details." The palace steward nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I know. Even the first group of people were sent by me. Oh my God, please forgive me, the kind Meritelli. How did I know that things would turn out like that! "

"I deeply sympathize, but... details, sir." The witcher had no choice but to speak out again, bringing the guilt-ridden palace manager back to the topic.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Details. In short. The Royal Cemetery is haunted!"

"It's haunted. Is it a demon spirit?" Lan En's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, "Are you sure?"

"Then it's still fake?" Haxo was very sure and frightened.

"You know about the heavy rain some time ago, right? The rain came suddenly and violently. Normally, the Royal Cemetery would regularly carry out waterproofing treatment, but those days happened to be in the middle of the construction period, and even a temporary waterproofing line was not installed. No cover!”

"Oh, you didn't see it. Those filthy yellow mud soups were poured in from the entrance of the cemetery! It must be that the filth has angered the ancestors' spirits, and they are now uneasy! Let me tell you, those who didn't add Anyone who rushes to build a temporary waterproof line should be hanged!"

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