"A mere fourth-level werewolf has no chance of winning against mentor Geralt alone, let alone a team of elite inquisitors." Nadia followed closely behind Michael and asked eagerly: "According to the autopsy results, there must be heretics other than the dead fallen doctors involved."
"I know." Michael walked in front, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice.
"Then why do we have to close the case? Doesn't the werewolf named William have an orphanage? If we continue the investigation, we can find out who is cooperating with him, and maybe we can dig out the roots of the epidemic doctor."
Michael turned around suddenly, and Nadiya looked at his teacher's golden eyes, with heat flowing in their eyes.
"That orphanage has been emptied of people, the staff have been fired, and all the orphans have been sent away and disappeared. And those staff members have obviously been erased by magic spells that confuse humans. Through divine magic, they can only remember a child with joy. The man in the mask."
Michael continued: "Coupled with the fact that there are traces of a large-scale blood spell at the warehouse, it can be basically concluded that the dead plague doctor has a vampire companion. For now, it is named Bloody Le Ling. Since there are no witnesses, the bounty has not yet been determined. .”
Nadia recalled the information in the file: "It was a devil at first, a powerful undead servant last time, and a vampire this time. This plague doctor must be in charge of a powerful organization, and he is most likely the leader of this organization. "
"It's too early to draw conclusions now, but what is certain is that he is definitely Kongsbod's biggest threat in the past fifty years."
...
And our biggest threat, Mr. Kelson, is currently working as a child laborer in a secret warehouse of the Dark Hand.
"Warlocks stand on the left and ask your Uncle Sai to test their bloodlines. Those with alien bloodlines stand on the right and ask Uncle Jean for assignments."
Donique frowned next to him. After the test, he selected a few older elf warlocks with weak warlock blood to keep.
Kelson nudged Donik with his elbow: "Isn't this the laboratory apprentice you have been longing for? Why are you so reluctant to get involved with him?"
"First, I am a mage, and chaotic spellcasters like bloodline warlocks give me a headache." Donique pressed his eyebrows: "Secondly, I hate children."
Kelsen looked at the elf warlocks who were a little afraid of Donik. Indeed, according to the warlock bloodline, their spells were much more stable than those of the wild bloodline or the old god's bloodline. Of course, relatively speaking, the destructive power is much weaker.
This is why warlocks of fairy blood generally work as swordsmen and mages.
Kelsen looked at the children who were gradually being classified. They were generally refugees, ranging in age from twelve to sixteen years old. The younger ones were unable to leave the war-torn areas alive.
And he will arrange these children in various positions of the dark hand. While controlling the dark hand better, those with fighting blood will be able to familiarize themselves with their abilities more quickly, while the rest will be integrated into alchemy, forging, enchanting and other logistical work.
The above is a relatively high-sounding statement.
To put it bluntly, in the chaotic soil of the Lower District, the most indispensable thing every day is violence. Beating two people at regular intervals every day will help stimulate the blood. As for alchemy - the synthesis of hallucinogens and concentrated leaves, forging - you have to bring someone with you to beat someone, or if it doesn't work, you have to fight with them, and enchantment - look at my stick with vibration and lightning properties.
The big stage at the lower level, come if you have the destiny.
Kelsen didn't think that there was a paradise on earth outside of Kongsbod, especially since he still had a black book in his mind that had an unknown origin and could make several immortal beings betray him. The members of the Death Society have their own secrets, they also have their own purposes, and everyone has the desire to move forward.
As the manpower was allocated, Gene stayed here to complete the follow-up work. Sai and Donique went back to the mansion with Kelson.
Entering the gate, the three of them were alert at the same time, and Sai even immediately drew out the sword in his hand. The two death slaves created by Donick were supposed to follow his orders to do defense work in the mansion, but at this moment they were standing numbly at the door, and not even Donick could control them.
The two death slaves have been transformed by mutated flesh and blood, and now one corpse has a long sword ripped off Geralt's body. Its combat power is slightly higher than that of an ordinary white-robed judge. Who can take it down quietly?
Kelsen couldn't help but touch the silver sash on his hand. The effect of this rare item, which was once the mentor of the trial, allowed the user's body to briefly return to the best state of the day. It can be said to be a good thing to save life from serious injuries. At this moment, he was prepared for the worst and walked slowly to the door to prepare to go in.
The three of them pushed the door open at the same time, Sai held a sword in one hand and moved forward. Although Donik was calmer, there were faint spell fluctuations brewing on his fingertips. Kelsen was slightly surprised and looked straight at the sofa. That "acquaintance".
"Mevna?"
The petite girl in a black gauze dress silently sipped hot black tea, turned her head and nodded slightly to the butler Duncan next to her. Although Duncan was wary, he still maintained the calm etiquette of a nobleman.
"Your acquaintance?" Sai asked through his teeth.
Kelsen lowered his voice and replied: "Kelsen's acquaintance is not an epidemic doctor."
Sai understood, and just as he was about to ask, the other party interrupted him: "Sai Stewart. The eldest son of the Duke of Setus, the largest tributary of the Ravel Empire, you are engaged to the thirteenth princess of the Ravel Empire, How come you were reduced to Kongsbod and became a vampire?"
Donik and Kelson turned their gazes to Sai at the same time, but they could only see that Sai's hand with his back to them had begun to tremble. After a long time, Sai responded in a low voice:
"It seems that you are well prepared."
"Indeed, after all, I am here to discuss cooperation, so I will naturally investigate the backgrounds of the collaborators." Mofna still looked at Donik with a cold face: "As for Mr. Donik, it's all right. But you are stealing lessons after all. What esoteric tome was stolen from the Twin Mage Towers of Ras, so that even after being expelled, he was still wanted?"
"My business has nothing to do with you, but you." Donique looked down at the girl in front of him with contempt: "He took the dominant position in the room first, and then relied on other people's past to put pressure. As expected, he is good at deceiving people. The blood descendants of the ancestor of Cunning Lips have the style of a deceiver."
"I didn't mean to target you two, I just did a background check out of habit." Mofna remained indifferent to being found out. She raised her tea cup and took another sip: "It's you, Kelsen... Sir Dominic, I haven't investigated any of your past. You seem to appear suddenly, which surprises me."
Kelsen had already rounded up his story before joining the death meeting. Even if Movna exposed the poor blood and tears of the previous owner of this body, he could still excuse himself as possessing this body.
But he was confused by Mofna's words. What does it mean to have no past? The former owner's memory of that period of poverty was vivid, but when he tried to recall the name of the small village where he grew up, his memory fell into a sluggish state.
Mofna took Kelsen's silence as acquiescence: "Getting back to the subject, I'm here to cooperate with the Death Talk."
Sai came back to his senses at this time, frowned and said, "Who do you represent to discuss this cooperation?"
"Me." Mevna: "We."
Sai was obviously very interested: "Are there any conditions?"
Mevna looked at Kelson and showed her sharpness for the first time in the negotiation: "Leave Mr. Kelson to me."
Kelsen opened his mouth to object, but he didn't expect the other two to be more anxious than him.
"Don't even think about it."
"no."
Donique's brows were almost knotted, and he gathered the magic threads in his undisguised hand: "Do you think that if you know my past, I will use it as a weapon? There are some powers that I have never used in front of others. Maybe you want to try them today. The power of."
Sai's performance was more direct. The blood-red staff was already leaning on the ground, and the blood-red light made the surroundings seem to darken.
Only Kelsen was confused, buddies, I just want to say is there a possibility that my ownership rights belong to me!
