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 down is legal and valid."
In the mayor In the 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 a lot more 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 sit down, sir. No, it's not here, it's over there. Please don't mind, but it's better for us to keep our distance first."
Lan En's tall body sat on the chair , causing this 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 have to prove it first. You are indeed a demon hunter, not a big fool who is crazy about money."
"Isn't this badge enough?"
Lan's fingers pulled out the collar and growled. Bear head necklace.
But the mayor's tone was not relaxed at all.
"Meritelli, my good friend, do you think this was how many years ago? Do you think I have seen many idiots running towards me with necklaces made by a blacksmith? You are silver and are stronger than them, but I am not sure whether you met some unlucky dead demon hunter and ripped off his body."
"Just do your best and let me. Let me look at your eyes!"
The mayor snorted.
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?"
"Hmm! 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.
It was only later that I realized what I was doing and stopped this unmeasured behavior.
"Ugh, okay, okay, I confirm that you are a demon hunter, then"
"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 was wearing 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 witcher, I will clarify the details of the mission for you."
This exquisitely dressed man The palace supervisor walked past the mayor's desk unceremoniously 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 topic."
The palace supervisor took the announcement from Lan En's hand and shook it slightly.
“This matter is difficult and urgent, and 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 demon hunter."
"You are quite sensible." Lan En nodded.
“Many irrational people always think that the number of people can play a role in this kind of thing. It will take at least three or four waves of people to die before they think of calling an expert.”
Huck Thor spread his hands: "This is Cintra after all, and we have had contact with witchers."
After the routine greetings 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 is terrible now.”
Haxor muttered, and the parchment notice was turned over unconsciously in his hands.
“All kinds of dirty things are breeding. It seems that even their brainless things have sensed the tension between countries, so they can’t wait to pop up and take advantage of people’s bloodshed. "The mountains of Soden are full of raccoon monsters. In the past, there were only wild wolves howling, but now there are werewolves and other monsters who can spit and hit kobolds." Or leprechauns. Hundreds of children were kidnapped by goblins and water fairies. Unheard of diseases broke out one after another, which is the most shocking thing!"
He flattened the sheepskin that had been rolled up into a ball on his thigh.
“So, sir, it’s not surprising at all that we need the help of a witcher.”
The palace steward’s thoughts seemed to be very out of touch, and with his exquisite and rigorous dress But it doesn't match at all.
"Announcement, Mr. Steward." Lan En could only pull his thoughts back in person. "I need the details of the mission in the announcement."
"Oh, details." The palace manager nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I know. Even the first group of people were sent by me. Oh my God, please Merciful Meritelli forgive me, how could I have known it would turn out that way?”
"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 is haunted. Is it a demon?" Lan En's delicate eyebrows slightly raised , "Are you sure?"
"Is it still false?" Haxo was very sure and frightened.
“Do you know about the heavy rain some time ago? 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. None of the temporary waterproof lines were covered!”
"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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