Chapter 185 I want to take a look at the witch card

Chapter 185 I want to take a look at the witch card

It was late at night, and the scarlet moon had disappeared, perhaps because the black clouds had hidden.

On the street, the dimly lit street lamps emitted a dim light. There were few people walking around, but there were many homeless people hiding in the corners, avoiding the cold wind at night.

Just at the intersection of a narrow alley, under the street lamp, there were four homeless people wrapped in a dirty quilt, lying together.

Seeing Hastur and Seraphina approaching, they just looked at each other with lifeless eyes, then turned slightly to the side and continued to sleep.

The last time Hastur saw so many homeless people was last time.

There were not many traces of them during the day, but they appeared from all corners at night, perhaps because there were police patrols during the day.

Backlund, the city of hope, is really a bit ironic.

Hastur just looked at everything around him, and never spoke, but let Seraphina lead the way.

The other party didn't speak, and he didn't want to speak.

As for where to go, he was not very worried.

In such a matter of life and death, he still believed in Will.

After walking for a while, Seraphina saw that Hastur was very patient, and finally spoke, "Baron Hastur Campbell, your men hurt my people last time, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"That crazy woman came to assassinate me in the middle of the night, and I gave you face by being alive."

Hasta's voice was cold and full of confidence.

"You seem to know who I am?"

"I can smell the stench of your witch sect from a long distance. Don't you really think you are hiding well?"

"Hehe, you are so arrogant, do you have something to rely on?"

"This is Backlund, a place where the gods are watching. Even if you come here, you need to be humble."

Seraphina did not respond, but said: "The smell on you is very strange and hard to figure out. There are very few people in this world who can make me feel this way."

"Hehe, that's because you are too ignorant."

"Picking everywhere "You are a provocateur, do you really think I won't kill you?"

"Of course you have the ability to kill me, but someone can also kill your two daughters."

"I don't have much affection for them."

"If you hadn't shown up in time that night, I might have believed what you said."

Seraphina stopped and turned to look at Hastur with a playful look on her face: "I haven't been threatened for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a witch with little affection."

When she was about to make a move, an inexplicable panic surged into her heart, her body froze in place, and cold sweat flowed from her forehead.

She understood that once she was about to kill, the first person to die would be herself!

This is a higher-order existence watching here and protecting the young noble in front of her.

The existence that can make her feel this way is at least a sequence 2 angel, or higher, a terrifying existence of sequence 1!

Sequence 1, the first echelon of strong people under the true god.

In their entire witch sect, except for the original one they believe in, the most powerful witch is only sequence 2.

Hastur saw her like this, and knew that Will had been watching her secretly. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sneered: "I haven't been threatened for a long time. You really shouldn't threaten a young and promising noble in Backlund."

"..."

Seraphina was silent for a while, and finally dispersed all her murderous intentions and chose to give in and compromise.

She was able to save her daughter at the critical moment, and the other party must have the ability to save the Baron Hastur Campbell in front of him.

But what made her hard to understand was that a powerful existence of at least Sequence 2 would condescend to protect a young noble?

And he was just a baron?

Could it be that this Baron Hastur Campbell was also a direct descendant of a powerful existence?

Backlund, Sequence 1... the illegitimate son of a royal prince?

Seraphina was finally moved, and her eyes looking at Hastur were a little complicated.

Such a young and handsome noble turned out to be just someone else's illegitimate son, pitiful.

"Don't have any crooked ideas. There is no hatred between us. Why don't we chat? I am also interested in your witch sect."

"I am also interested in your origins."

Seraphina turned around and continued to lead the way in front. Hastur was about three steps away from her.

"Do you have the witch card left by Emperor Roselle?"

"Yes."

"Are you interested in selling it?"

"Can you afford it?"

Seraphina's tone was very calm. This was not a mockery, but a statement of a fact.

"Yes, I am just curious about the image of Emperor Roselle on the witch card."

"As you think, it is a female image, the witch Roselle."

Seraphina's tone was pleasant, but also seemed to be slightly mocking.

"Emperor Roselle is really amazing."

Hasta sincerely admired Roselle's thick skin. This was already a level that was completely not afraid of social death.

He actually used a female image to represent the witch card.

He wanted to take a look at the witch card more and more, even if it was just to see Roselle's witch image with his own eyes.

I don’t know what she will look like, whether she will be ugly or beautiful, whether her figure will be flat or well-proportioned, and what changes will her facial features undergo.

“Are you interested in Russell’s affairs?”

"I'm just interested in his image in women's clothing."

"Why?"

"Don't you think this is interesting?"

"No."

Seraphina obviously had different ideas from Hastur. She said calmly: "The gender division between men and women is not immutable. Men can become women and women can become men. Roselle's female image is not something worth making a fuss about."

No, you don't understand.

You don't understand how much fun is contained here.

Just imagine, if one day you hold the witch card, stand in front of Roselle, and then call out Roselle's name in Mandarin, what kind of expression will Roselle have?

Is there anything more interesting than watching Roselle die in front of you?

It would be best if Bernadette could stand by and witness this historic moment.

At that time, how would Roselle respond, no, how would he argue about his mood when he made the witch card.

He would probably say in a serious voice that this was a necessary part.

Hasta did not refute on the surface, but he had already imagined a big drama in his mind.

"If you are willing to join us, maybe I can let you take a look at the witch card. It contains the ultimate secret of the extraordinary path, the secret of blasphemy."

Seraphina's voice was seductive, and her voice penetrated deep into Hastur's heart.

This was not that she deliberately displayed the charm of a witch, but a natural and amazing temptation that could be revealed inadvertently.

Just like her conversation with Leonard, she did not use extraordinary abilities from beginning to end, but just had a normal chat, which still made Leonard fascinated.

"The secret of blasphemy? Shouldn't it be the secret of becoming a god?"

Hastur didn't mind giving this immortal witch a little shock.

Just such a sentence, and still hiding it?

And, just relying on this little knowledge to seduce herself?

At least you have to come up with more valuable chips.

Seraphina was stunned for a moment, "Have you seen Roselle's other tarot cards?"

"Do you think such knowledge would be a great secret to the existence behind me?"

Seraphina fell silent again. If the other party was a Sequence 1, then he must have known the relevant knowledge long ago.

"I want the formula of the assassin's potion. What's the price?"

Hasta brought the topic to the formula of the assassin's potion. It's better to do it today than today.

Since he has already opened up to the immortal witch, he might as well trade with her directly, so as to avoid starting with Germani.

"Oh, are you tired of being a man?"

"Such a provocation is too childish."

Seraphina thought for a while, and then smiled slightly, stopped and said: "I can give you the formula of the assassin's potion. The condition is also very simple. You must let me hold your arm for the last section of the road. Of course, if you want to be more intimate, I don't mind."

"??!"

What kind of condition is this!

Hasta was stunned. Isn't it obvious that he wants to take advantage of him?

He is holding arms, even more intimate.

Could it be that Leonard in front is not asleep and is waiting on the roadside?

A clichéd love triangle story?

"I refuse."

"Why?"

Seraphina looked puzzled. Just holding arms, is this condition difficult?

When the nobles danced ballroom dance, the posture was much more intimate than holding arms.

"Do you think I'm as cheap as you?"

"..."

Seraphina forgot to refute for a moment.

"Let's talk about the conditions. Don't think about other people's bodies every day."

"..."

Seraphina understood that the Baron Hasta Campbell in front of her was very narcissistic, quite narcissistic!

But she didn't get angry because of this. She had been in the world for so many years and had seen all kinds of people.

She had also seen many narcissistic people.

The only person who could resist her charm and still remain narcissistic was Hasta.

"Interesting, I'm getting more and more interested in you."

Seraphina laughed and flicked her fingers. Several lines of dense text appeared at the corner of Hasta's clothes.

"This assassin potion formula is a reward for you to take me home tonight."

"Do you know how many gold pounds this shirt of mine costs?"

"..."

Seraphina was stunned for a moment, and finally chose to ignore Hasta's words and continue to lead the way.

Finally, the two of them came to the outside of a large house, under the window of a house on the second floor.

After a while, the upstairs window was opened.

Mrs. Germani appeared from the window, looking at Hastur and Seraphina below with an incredible look on her face.