In this dark and oppressive age, the ideological confinement from the church and the supernatural power hidden in the dark corners are like a thick dark cloud over the hearts of every ordinary person. It is not invisible, but everyone can Feelings are at your fingertips every day-the strict curfew system is one of its manifestations.
After nightfall, all streets and alleys must be cleared, and no one is allowed to stay outside at will, except for those special people who have obtained permission. This is not only a rule of terror, but also a kind of protection in fact: in the dark age , towns at night are as dangerous as open wilderness, you never know what will roam the streets, people who dare to leave their homes at this moment often have no chance to come back intact, sometimes they are lucky Back, but replaced from the inside by something even more terrifying: in the fallen Middle Ages there are countless legends of this kind, and a large part of them are not legends at all.
Therefore, whether it is out of fear of the whipping of the patrol cavalry or fear of monsters in the dark, in this era, normal people will not still linger on the streets after nightfall.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
There are always some daring guys, either bewitched by the power of heresy, or coerced and lured by demon hunters. They choose an extremely dangerous profession, that is, to be the eyes and minions in the night. As humans, they can avoid the innate hostility of demon hunters or aliens, and they are familiar with these intricate streets and alleys. The best can even recognize the identity of everyone in the town just from their backs. These people Artistic people are bold, so they rely on this talent to walk in the dangerous zone between secular and supernatural forces, and provide limited loyalty to those aliens and demon hunters who dare not show up or need to take covert actions.
If the price is right or the threat is enough, they can even serve both sides at the same time - which of course will bring death, but for those who have already embarked on this road, death is just an inevitable end that will come at any time, they I don't care about the length of life for a long time, all I care about is the enjoyment in front of me.
For them, aliens, witchers, and even the worldly forces in between, are both enemies and allies.
Squirrel was the best of the bunch, and thought himself the smartest of the best.
He never stepped too much into the side of supernatural power - countless colleagues lost their lives because they couldn't stand the temptation of those mysterious knowledge, and he never greedy for the gift of the "master" - no matter the master is The devil is still a demon hunter, because he knows that as long as those rewards are a little bit, it is enough to maintain his current prosperous life, and as long as a little bit more, it is enough to kill him.
The squirrel curled up in the stinky corner between the two houses, and covered himself from head to tail with a tattered gray-black linen cloth. He had been in this corner for nearly an hour, and there would be another ten minutes He is about to change places: night watchmen will pass by here soon, and those guys in black and blue smocks are often late because of laziness, but as a cautious "minion", the squirrel will never be here. Take your luck.
Once caught by the night watchmen, the luckiest ones will inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood, and those employers who hide in the dark will not jump out to help their servants for such stupid reasons.
The night was low, the air-conditioning was floating around, and the tattered sackcloth on his body could not resist the cold much. The squirrel carefully moved its tingling hands and feet, and at the same time concentrated its attention on the movements in the streets and alleys. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dark streets and alleys in his vision showed a kind of dark blue that seemed to be fluorescent, and those living things that occasionally passed by would have red outlines.
A few bright red spots ran across the street. They were mice that could be seen everywhere, and this was the time for them to be active.
Squirrel understands why his peers would die because they couldn't stand the temptation of those taboo knowledge and power. In fact, even he himself often fell into it: owl potion can bring incredible night vision ability, wild ritual can make The manpower is infinite, the mongoose ointment will make people tireless and agile, all of these can easily give people the illusion of being superior to ordinary people, and this illusion of transcendence in power is reflected in the "minions" who are themselves lowly. It will be magnified exponentially in some people - not everyone can resist this kind of psychological addiction.
A man and a woman appeared in the sight of the squirrel.
He quickly collected his wandering thoughts, and focused on the pair of men and women who suddenly appeared.
Years of "professionalism" was a reminder that he knew that there was definitely something wrong with the couple walking around the corner of the street.
This does not require an overly complicated judgment, as long as you think about it a little bit, you can know: How many people dare to wander outside during the curfew? Except for night watchmen and patrol cavalry who can walk outside, even people who specialize in sewer business like squirrels have to hide in corners, but there are many homeless people in "Trout Lane" who will wander around after dark , but there is a barbaric area in the city, every guy who wanders there can actually be directly picked out and hanged on the gallows, and no decent citizens will sympathize with them.
And the man and woman in the distance were dressed in neat clothes. Although they did not look like decent citizens, they were certainly not beggars who came out of Trout Lane.
They swaggered down the curfew streets and looked around furtively, which was enough to be regarded as a serious suspicion.
Which side will it be? Is it a monster? Or those monsters that specialize in hunting monsters? Or a spy who taught new tricks and hunted witches
Squirrel was thinking quickly in his mind, but just when he started to think, he found that the man and woman stopped suddenly.
A warning suddenly rose from his heart. Years of experience in "working" in this dangerous field let Squirrel know that he had been exposed.
But before he could react at all, he saw the woman in the long skirt disappearing from his sight in a flash. He only vaguely saw a fog-like phantom passing across the whole street, and then he himself Being held down by an unimaginably huge force, a pair of iron-like hands were stuck behind his neck and right shoulder, and at the same time, a cold female voice sounded: "Don't move, or I will tear you apart."
But after this cold warning sounded, the gray mouse felt relieved: he was still alive, and the other party was communicating with him, which meant that he was not being targeted by the most terrifying guy, and the out-of-control blood servant and infected werewolf would not say One word of crap.
Since he is a guy who can communicate, then he still has hope of surviving, at worst, he will have more masters after tonight.
Hao Ren looked curiously at the skinny man in front of him who was subdued by Lily in an instant.
At first glance, he thought that the other party was a beggar that can be seen everywhere in impoverished areas in this era. The man in front of him was dry and thin, like a tall hemp pole, with a head of dry yellow curly hair covering his scalp. A pair of evasive gray eyes were exposed underneath, and the man was wearing a tattered gray-black linen cloth, which had probably never been washed since leaving the textile workshop, exuding a sour smell that was hard to ignore The smell of decay—of course, it could also come from the whole street, there are too many strange smells in this place.
But soon Hao Ren realized that the guy in front of him must not be a beggar: a beggar can't wear strong cowhide boots, and the neat clothes under that piece of rag are definitely not something a tramp can afford.
And Lily also said that this guy "smells of potion".
"Whose minion are you?" Hao Ren looked up and down the skinny man in front of him, recalling what he heard about this era from Hasu's mouth while talking, "Who gave you the potion?"
The squirrel showed a trembling look, because such a posture can please the other party very well—whether the other party is a monster or a hunter. At the same time, he also tried his best to observe the appearance of Hao Ren and Lily, but he couldn't tell the difference between the two people's race and identity. origin. He lowered his head and grabbed the button of his coat with his hands: "'Squirrel' salutes you, I'm just a little person active in the gutter, my last employer has already left, so if you want, I'm yours minion..."
Sure enough, as Hasselblad said, this group of guys born in response to the times has no loyalty at all, and is cunning to the point of stupidity.
"I'll give you another chance to reorganize your words—" Hao Ren signaled Lily to increase her strength, "Don't fool us, we can still smell the fresh potion smell on your body. Who are you serving now? What's in the city?"
He didn't ask "who is there", but "what is there", which is also one of the special terms for dealing with such "minions".
Lily's hand force almost broke the gray mouse's shoulder blade, but the hand stuck on the latter's neck made him unable to scream at all, until the unbearable pain subsided slightly, the gray mouse was finally able to breathe again: " I... I said... I said... witches, several witches, and a warlock, they just gathered in this town recently... Because a witch who was said to be very powerful was caught a few days ago, they probably wanted to rescue her… "
"Witch?" Hao Ren frowned. He could have guessed that there would be some supernatural creatures looking for "Vivian's Treasure", but he didn't expect that there would be an arrested witch. That was a real witch. the witch? Or just a poor victim of a wild witch hunt
He looked at the man who called himself "Squirrel" in front of him. The thinness of this guy has already been explained. It should be the sequelae caused by taking low-quality potions for a long time. Even now, this squirrel still smells like potions. I think my body has gained superhuman strength, but I don't know that these "superpowers" are all at the cost of overdrawing life and health. The existence of this guy is enough to show that the witches and wizards he mentioned are genuine witches, so the so-called "arrested witch" should also be real.
Are these wizards gathered here related to Vivienne's sleeping place