Chapter 59: Monster

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Obscure lines emerge from mid-air. The current scene is probably no different from the very high-end plots in movies and TV series that we often see...

Well, it's a pity that this is an advanced version of detection magic.

Although there are some parts that I don't understand, the essence is still the same.

Nolan Lusi held her chin and stared at the characters that appeared in front of her for a long time, and then her expression became weird as the number of words increased.

I took a closer look and found that it seemed to be a special kind of language that had been used as a magical language. Like the words of dragon elves and demons, it had been passed down as a symbol closer to the essence of magic.

But that doesn't stop me from describing this as something that looks like

It's just that it has been lost now, and only some ancient magic that I can't understand at all uses such words.

"Is there any result?" Looking at Nolan Lusi's expression gradually becoming strange, I asked knowingly.

Nolan Lusi reached out and brushed away the words composed of magic in front of her eyes, then looked at me from head to toe and said, "How should I put it - this is a relatively difficult thing to describe."

"'You're getting unlucky.'"

"...What does this mean?" I twitched the corners of my eyes and said, "Is this some kind of curse?"

Nolan Lusi pinched her chin and seemed to be thinking.

"No, it's not, because at the same time as this result appeared, there was another result that offset it." Nolan Lusi's speech gradually slowed down, as if he was considering the words, "Although the result is very long , but to sum it up in one sentence - you become lucky."

Isn't this even more blurry?

Nolan Lusi thought for a long time, and finally gave up thinking and said, "You have indeed become unlucky, but according to the results of my investigation, you have also been exempted from the bad consequences of most things."

"What is this——"

"Don't ask what it means, I don't understand it either." Nolan Lusi shrugged, "At present, this curse seems very strange, and the blessing imposed on you is also very - well, how should I put it? It seems There’s a sense of absurdity.”

"I always feel like I have a dense notebook filled with resentments." I sighed, feeling this way inexplicably.

"But this is extremely abnormal." Nolan Lusi became a little more serious, "Although it seems like a joke, it is also part of some kind of curse after all - and who cast the curse is also ours. What you don’t know.”

As for curse, there is only one possibility, right?

"Witcher...?"

Nolan Lusi raised his eyebrows and said hesitantly: "That's the problem."

"As someone who transcends most legends, I didn't feel that they used any power. Neither the summoning nor the ritual existed."

I rubbed my eyebrows, and then said, "Is there someone beside Binelle?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, but the reason is the same." Nolan Lusi said seriously, "In any case, from now on we are not facing just a single organization of demon hunters or rebels. ········”

"There is a legend about conjuration, or there is some kind of curse method that we don't know that can bypass the legend." I briefly summarized the current situation.

"I think there is a high possibility that it is not a legend." Nolan Lusi curled his lips, "If there really is a legend of that level, then you are dead now, so I think it is you who are under some extremely special circumstances. I was affected by the ritual."

I touched my chin and said, "So, the layout inside the witcher's hut does look a bit weird."

Go take a look.

Things that had already been settled, but at this moment a strong thought emerged.

"It will also be in the name of visiting, right?" Nolan Lusi didn't look particularly worried, "You still have that strange prohibition on you - I think your talent played a role and helped you avoid some of the harm. , but in any case, the scope of this matter of bad luck is obviously wider, and simply enumerating the prohibited items cannot cover them all.”

But today is not the time.

The next day, early morning.

I stretched after getting up from bed.

In the lobby of the hotel, Verrier was still sitting at the table, looking like he hadn't slept.

"Morning."

After nodding in greeting, Villier pointed to the door and said, "Outside the door, the demon hunters seem to be starting to leave."

She lay down, looking completely unmotivated.

"People have been leaving one after another since last night. I felt it a little bit when I went out in the morning, and it turned out that there were no demon hunters in sight at all."

I opened the lock and looked at the door, and found that the street was indeed deserted. Most of the people pretending to be refugees had left, and the rest didn't look like refugees.

"...Could it be said that they really gave in?"

I had no idea they actually did that.

In my imagination, I have to grind for a while and then leave under pressure.

"I'm not sure - but you can consider taking me with you." Villier said lazily, "What happened last night always gave me a strange sense of crisis, even though I'm just a god who doesn't understand anything. , but he’s a god anyway… So, oops, you know.”

No, I don't understand at all.

but……

"God's sixth sense, it sounds a bit reliable." I smiled and said, "There is no need to worry so much."

Before leaving, I used the contact rune to contact Binelle and set off after getting the temporary so-called government order.

However, when we arrived at the hilly area before the camp, we were shocked by the sight before us.

"...This must have been plowed by the armored rhinoceros." Kellas stared blankly at the rough ravine on the ground.

"The possibility is very high." Nolan Lusi raised his eyebrows.

Have you learned how to be humorous...

"How could the armored rhinoceros come here... I'll go, it seems to be real."

While the corners of my eyes twitched unconsciously, I leaned down and looked into the distance - the crooked tents and scattered materials had been knocked and trampled away, and there were debris and exposed land everywhere.

"It looks a little bit wrong." Villier pinched her chin and bent slightly to look ahead.

"That's true..."

"Although the witcher's camp was destroyed, no blood or corpses were seen. It was as if... the witcher evaporated overnight."