Chapter 589 591. Psychic Master
“Hello, boss.”
Dakley first greeted the hotel owner.
The Sintra family showed a reserved and resistant expression. Although they bowed in return, they were obviously not sincere.
Oddly enough, when Darkley had no job before, when passing by this kind of hotel, if conditions allowed, he would chop off the boss's head and have sex with the boss's wife or their daughter. .
After that, he killed the people and burned down the hotel.
But after becoming a commander, he began to be willing to obey the rules.
Just like now, not only did he not cut the boss's throat with the dagger in his boot, he didn't even question him too much.
On the contrary, there is always a smile on his face that can comfort and comfort.
I just lament in my heart occasionally.
Alas, if it were not prohibited by the policy, taking such a group of thugs to the bordering countries to commit rape, robbery, murder and arson would feel like returning to the youthful days. Alas, if the policy allowed it, that would be great!
Dakley's eyes glanced at the men he had brought.
Andrés Verny, from Redania in the north, is a murderer. Stigward, a pirate and renegade from the Skellig Islands. Dade Vargas, the ruthless assassin who came from who knows where.
The names of these people are not important. Anyway, if Darkley hadn't wanted to expand his contacts and recruit people, he wouldn't have bothered to remember the names of these scum.
They all look alike, as if they were carved from the same mold.
This does not refer to appearance, but actions, demeanor, temperament, etc.
Once you kill more than five people, there will be no difference.
Same movements, same gestures, same speech, manners, dress and temperament. There was also the same look in his eyes, silent and cold, lacking in energy and as calm as a snake.
Even if they commit heinous atrocities, their expressions will not change at all.
And being able to gather this group of people who are skilled in killing and ruthless in doing things is why Darkley is valued by the big shots!
Darkley was bored and dealt with the hotel owner and his wife's perfunctory remarks, and waved his hands behind him.
Finally, a woman in the five-person team chuckled and turned around, pretending to be admiring the interior decoration of this shabby and dirty country hotel.
Joanna Serborne.
A beautiful lady who is defined as the first type of psionicist in the Empire.
Psionics are the empire's name for individuals who are born with supernatural spiritual abilities.
As for the first type of psionicist, Joanna has the power of telepathy, telepathy, coercion, and precognition under hypnosis. But it does not have the telekinesis ability that can affect the physical world.
The whites of her eyes began to expand until the pupils were compressed until they were almost invisible.
The invisible spiritual power penetrates into the brains of the hotel couple, passing through the scalp, skull, and cerebral cortex.
At this time, if it is a wizard or a demon hunter with chaotic magic power, People will be able to clearly feel the feeling of foreign objects invading their minds.
People with advanced skills and extensive experience can even counterattack easily.
But it's a pity that the hotel owner and his wife are just ordinary people. They don't even realize that their memories are being reviewed.
There was no bloodshed, not even fights and threats.
In the eyes of the hotel owner, Darkley just brought people here for a tour and then left without any entanglement.
When they got outside, the five people mounted their horses and started trotting on the avenue, then Darkley asked Joanna.
“Tell me what you saw?”
The psionicist casually wiped the two lines of nosebleeds he had shed with his elbow. "It's not worth much. The two of them first encountered a group of local gangs that day, and then our people arrived. The gangs didn't agree with him, so he drew his sword and chopped them all."
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Dakley nodded, indicating that there was no problem.
He naturally knows the level of the people he recruits.
More than a dozen people without heavy armor is almost a legend to the common people, but for his men, it can only be said to be normal performance.
"After that, the couple was locked in the hut the whole time. The only information they could provide was the sound."
"In their impression, there was frolicking outside first, and then two people seemed to come. After a while of silence, the ping-pong-pong started."
"Just two people?"
Dakley frowned. Checked with Joanna and got a yes.
"And when those two men were slashing with our people, they made a sound of sword collisions like raindrops. Their swords were hard and fast."
"That shouldn't be the case." Darkley shook his head, "So what if they do meet two witchers? There is a warlock in the team? The magic of the witcher is nothing in front of the warlock. They can't even let it out. Where do you have the advantage to be able to deal with three good swordsmen?"
"I don't know, the owner of the hotel only knows this much, I told you all."
Joanna shrugged.
“Let me tell you.” Behind the two of them, Skellige, a strong man, grinned and interjected, “Why don’t we catch up and take a look?”
"Our people were killed after killing a few rats that came out to look for supplies. This shows that the two demon hunters did not go on the road alone. They must have wanted to lead people out of Sintra. Give me the map and action records, I can guess which way they are going to go next."
After hearing this, Darkley turned around on the horse to face the strong man and looked up and down.
This is him recalling this person's resume.
This guy once participated in the empire's battle to suppress the rebellion in Nasser, and was a member of the former Jemoran suppression army.
Ah, that's a really cruel and creative group of guys.
"Can you guarantee that your guess is correct? Can we stop in front of them?"
"It's very simple, sir." The strong man grinned, revealing his blood-red gums.
“Fleeing people don’t have so many choices to make. They can only choose the least bad option among those who are already about to die. And these choices are obvious to me.”
< br>Under the strong man's statement, Darkley patted his thigh and made a decision.
"Then leave it to you. Stop those two people and let me see what they are like."
There was a look in his eyes as if he was choosing dishes at the table.
"Sir Vatier has given us so much support. If there are not a few heads of sufficient weight to send to us, your mood will not be very good."
And if Vatier If he is in a bad mood, he will no longer have to do this as a commander.
To get benefits, you have to show value.
Dakley was very sober.
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(End of this chapter)