Chapter 1437: Minion

In this dark and depressed era, the imprisonment of ideas from the church and the supernatural forces hidden in the dark corners are like a thick black cloud pressing on the hearts of every ordinary person. It is not invisible and inferior, but everyone can Feelings are within reach of the day – a strict curfew system is one of its performances.

After the night, no matter the streets and alleys must be emptied, no matter who is licensed, no one can stay outside. This is not only a horrible rule, but also a kind of protection: in the dark ages. The towns under the night are as dangerous as the unobstructed wilderness. You don't even know what will be going up the streets. People who dare to leave the house at this moment often have no chance to come back completely. Sometimes they are lucky. When I came back, I was replaced by something more terrible from the inside: in the medieval Middle Ages, the legends in this respect are too numerous to mention, and a large part of them are actually not legends.

Therefore, whether it is out of fear of the whipping of the paratroopers or the fear of monsters in the dark, in this era, normal people will not stay on the streets after the night falls.

There are always exceptions to everything.

There are always some daring guys, either tempted by the power of heresy, or tempted by the demon hunters. They chose an extremely dangerous profession, that is to become the eyes and minions in the night. They can hide the demon hunters or heterogeneous innate enemies as human beings, and know the intricate towns and streets. The deaf can even recognize the identity of everyone in the town by their backs. With the daring nature of the art, this talent has traveled in the danger zone between the secular power and the supernatural power, providing limited loyalty to the aliens and hunters who do not dare to show up or need to act in secret.

If the price is right or the threat is enough, they can even serve both parties at the same time – which of course will bring murder, but for those who have already embarked on this path, death is just the inevitable ending that will come at any time. They don't care about the length of life, they only care about the pleasures in front of them.

For them, the aliens, the demon hunters, and even the secular forces sandwiched between them are all enemies and allies.

The "squirrel" is the leader in this line, and considers itself to be the smartest of the best.

He has never stepped into the side of the supernatural powers - there are countless peers who have lost their lives because they can't stand the temptation of mysterious knowledge, and he never succumbs to the gift of "master" - no matter The master is the devil or the demon hunter, because he knows that those rewards are enough to keep himself a wealthy life, and only a little more is enough to kill his life.

The squirrels curled up in the stinking corner between the two houses and covered themselves from the beginning to the end with a piece of ragged gray-black linen. He had been in this corner for nearly an hour and then for another ten minutes. He is going to change places: the night watchers will pass by here soon, and those guys wearing black and blue two-tone blouses are often late for laziness, but as a cautious "claw", the squirrel will never be here. In terms of luck.

Once caught by the night watchers, the luckiest ones will not be spared, and those who are hiding in the dark will not jump out to help their servants for this stupid reason.

The night is drooping, the air-conditioning is floating around, and the piece of rags on the body does not play much against the cold. The squirrel carefully moves some numb hands and feet, while paying attention to the movements of the streets and lanes. He narrowed his eyes, and the dark streets in his vision showed a dark blue color in his eyes, and those living things occasionally passed with a red outline.

A few small red spots ran from the street. It was a mouse that could be seen everywhere. This is the moment when they are active.

The squirrel understands why his peers can't stand the temptations of forbidden knowledge and power. In fact, even he himself often indulges: owl pharmacy can bring incredible night vision ability, wild ritual can make The humanity is endless, the cat licking ointment will make people feel exhausted and agile, all of which are easy to make people feel the illusion of mortal, and this power's transcendental illusion is reflected in the "claw" itself. The person is even more magnified - not everyone can resist this psychological addiction.

A man and a woman appeared in the sight of the squirrel.

He quickly gathered his thoughts that had already drifted away, and focused on the pair of men and women who suddenly popped up.

Many years of "professional literacy" is reminding that he knows that the pair of men and women who are coming from the corner of the street are absolutely problematic.

This does not require too complicated judgments. Just think a little bit to know: How many people can dare to wander outside when the curfew time? In addition to the night patrols and patrol cavalry can sway outside, even the squirrel-like people who specialize in dry gully business should hide in the corner. There are many homeless people who wander around after the night. But there is a barren zone in the city, where each of the wandering guys can actually hang out and hang on the gallows, and no decent citizens will sympathize with them.

In the distance, the men and women dressed in neat clothes, although not quite like the decent citizens, but certainly not from the carp lane.

They swayed on the streets of curfews and looked around in sneaking, which was enough to be considered a major doubt.

Which side will be the guy? Is it a monster? Or are those monsters that specialize in hunting monsters? Or is it a new trick for the church to search for witches?

The squirrel thought quickly in his mind, but just as he was just beginning to think, he found that the pair of men and women suddenly stopped.

A warning sign suddenly rose from the heart, and years of experience in "work" in this dangerous field made the squirrel know that he had already been exposed.

But he had no time to react, and he already saw that the woman in the long skirt disappeared into the field of vision. He only vaguely saw a misty phantaspassing across the street, and then he himself Pressed by an unimaginable force, a pair of iron-clamped hands stuck behind their necks and right shoulders, and a cold female voice rang: "Don't move, or you will tear you."

But after the cold warning sounded, the squirrel was relieved: he was still alive, and the other person was communicating with himself, which means that he was not stared at by the most terrible guy, the bloodless servant and the infected werewolf could not say A word of nonsense.

Since it is a guy who can communicate, then there is still hope for survival. It’s a big deal, from now on, I have more masters.

Hao Ren curiously looked at the thin man who was subdued by Lily.

At first glance, he thought that the other side was a shackle in the poverty-stricken areas of this era. The man in front of him was dry and thin, like a tall pole, a yellow curly hair covering his scalp, hair. What was revealed below was a pair of dodgy gray eyes. The man was still wearing a ragged gray-black linen. The linen was never washed after leaving the textile workshop, and it was a smell that was hard to ignore. Rotten smell - of course, this taste may also come from the whole street, the strange smell of this place is too much.

But soon Hao Ren realized that the guy in front of him was definitely not awkward: you can't wear strong leather boots, and the clean clothes under the rags are definitely not something that the tramp can buy.

And Lily also said that this guy has "the smell of potion."

"Who are you minions?" Hao Ren looked up and down the thin man in front of him, while he said in his mind that he heard the knowledge about this era from the mouth of Hasselblad, "Who gave you the potion?"

The squirrel is stunned, because such a gesture can please the other side well - whether the opponent is a monster or a hunter, and he also tries to observe the appearance of Hao Ren and Lily, but can not distinguish the race of the two. And the origin. He lowered his head and grabbed the button of his coat with his hand: "The 'squirrel' pays tribute to you, I am just a small person who is active in the gutter. My last employer has already left, so if you want, I am yours. Minions..."

Sure enough, as Hasselblad said, this group of people born in response to the times has no loyalty and is almost stupid.

"I will give you another chance to reorganize the language -" Hao Ren said Lily has increased his strength. "Don't fool us, we can smell the smell of fresh potions on your body. Who are you currently serving?" What's in this city?"

He did not ask "who has it", but "what is there", which is one of the special words for dealing with this "claw".

Lily's hand almost pinched the squirrel's shoulder blade, but the hand stuck in the latter's neck made him unable to speak at all, until the unbearable pain was slightly reduced, and the squirrel finally could breathe again: I... I said... I said... witches, a few witches, and a wizard, they have only recently gathered in this town... because a witch who was said to be very powerful was caught a few days ago, they Probably want to save her..."

"Witch?" Hao Ren frowned. He could guess that there would be some supernatural creatures seeking "Wei Wei'an Treasures", but I didn't expect to pull out a arrested witch. It was a real thing. Witch? Or is it just a poor victim in the crazy witch hunting movement?

He looked at the man who called himself a "squirrel". This guy's skinny has already been explained. It should be the sequelae caused by taking inferior potions for a long time. Even now, the squirrel still has the taste of a potion. I think that my body has the power of Superman, but I don't know that these "super powers" are at the expense of overdraft life and health. The existence of this guy is enough to show that the witches and wizards he mentioned are genuine witchcraft, so the so-called "caught witch" should also be true.

Are the wizards gathered here related to Vivienne’s sleeping place?