Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 151

"To be honest, the location of your hidden witch hunter's stronghold is not easy to find. Adrian and I have been around three blocks to find it here." Lailun looked around, the witch hunter's stronghold The space is relatively empty. The upper and lower wooden structure buildings here leave many rooms empty, but the interior decoration is very simple, and the slightly dim light makes the interior of the stronghold appear more dangerous and hidden.

"This is also for safety and convenience. If the witch hunter swaggered on the street and swaggered through the market, it would cause unnecessary panic among the surrounding residents." Eureka put the wooden stick in her hand on the shelf aside, and led Lai. The two of Lun entered the room on the side, "You have also seen, Mr. Laylen, the special feature of the flea area is the orderly chaos, and the environment here is more suitable for witch hunters."

The interior of the room has no features, just like the temporary housing provided by the hotels that can be seen everywhere in the countryside. It is still the cheapest type. Two or three copper coins can be used for one night. A shrine with holy water stands on the wall of the room. In the past, this was an essential thing for a witch hunter's stronghold. The witch hunters under the church would regularly pray in front of the shrine, accept baptism with holy water and holy communion, and help them drive out the corruption they faced in the battle against Chaos all the year round.

"Except for you and the guard in front of the tavern, how many witch hunters are there in your hidden stronghold?" After Leren walked into the room, he sat generously on the wooden seat by the door, inside the small space. There was only one place in total, and there was no extra foothold, so Adrian had to compromise and stand aside.

"Not much, there are only fifteen people in total, including four apprentice witch hunters. Witch hunters are not popular, and it is not a day or two. They fight against chaos with high intensity all year round. Everyone knows that witch hunters purify the darkness. , but there are very few who are really willing to join the Silver Templar Order." Eureka's glamorous face twitched, and she lifted the silver hair hanging down from her forehead, "Mr. Lailun, this stronghold belongs to the Silver Templar Order. The Hammer Order, at its peak, had a total of more than sixty witch hunters in the book of white books, and now, most of the rooms are empty, and more and more mutants are being held in custody in the dungeon."

   "I think I understand it well enough." Lyron nodded.

   The witch hunter glanced at Adrian who was standing on the side, and she asked, "I heard that you encountered an unpleasant thing when you came?"

Adrian was a little disgusted by this look at himself, full of ridicule, he raised his head and said: "It's just a few **** who don't know the law and order, give me two knights, I swear in the name of Charlemagne, I will not go out In an hour, they will arrest their so-called humble king."

"I believe in your strength, knight, one-to-three or even one-to-five, it's not a problem for you." Eureka looked at the eternal knight standing by the side with a cold expression, her cherry lips pouted: "But in the flea You are not qualified to challenge the strength of the king in the district."

   "You" Adrian frowned and looked at the witch hunter, while Lailun gave him a look, signaling the latter not to act rashly.

"Miss Eureka, King Bie, what kind of force is it that can continue to develop in the holy city of Middenheim and gradually become entrenched. I have to admit that the so-called King Bie is very capable and means." Lailen looked up. Looking at Eureka, her dark blue eyes were very calm.

"The Kings are the monarchs of Middenheim's underworld, the absolute rulers of the streets. They run all the organised crime in the city, from brothels, drug dealers, casinos, pickpockets, loan sharks and scammers' profits Take a cut. Except for each other, but the humble kings will never allow any opponent to threaten them." Eureka's cold voice briefly explained the existence of the humble king for Laren.

"A group of criminals can flourish under the eyes of the elector?" Laylen felt very strange, and he subconsciously asked a question: "The so-called humble kings may be the name of a certain religious sect, like Uric Does the sect call some priests wolf kings and Sigmar sects call some fanatics wrath?"

"The **** of deception, Ranold, is their common belief. The humble kings are in all walks of life, and their identities are not fixed. The humble kings also represent the interests of many low-level citizens and countrymen, such as dock porters, Workshop workers, traders, small hotels, and taverns are all within their scope, so Your Excellency the Elector is unwilling to touch this mold." Yurika's knowledge of King Bei is far better than others, and she is also right. Because of this, the witch hunters and the subterranean kings of Middenheim don't run into rivers.

The witch hunter then introduced: "The king of the nearby block is Idan Gouda, who has aggressively occupied several adjacent streets, that is, a few blocks north of the old district and the old market district. The business is concentrated in brothels. and sales of stolen goods, and the opportunities these businesses provide for extortion and extortion. He also takes a cut of pickpockets and thieves who commit crimes on his turf. Although he lacks the courage to wage gang wars and expand his turf, he is tenacious. Defend existing territory."

Followers of gods like   Lanold, who were always associated with a more orderly form of crime in other parts of the Empire, were less popular in Middenheim. Their creed resists violent measures, and this is the way the humble kings take to maintain their power. Sometimes the latter will even take the initiative to help witch hunters to **** thieves, investigate the traces of some people, and provide some clues, but only if It is also beneficial to one's own forces.

   "This topic is over, Mr. Lailen, you must have an important task to entrust, let's talk about it now." Eureka raised her long legs in slim trousers and black boots with a serious look.

   "I do have a mission that needs to be completed by the witch hunters." Laylen nodded, and he turned to call to his side: "Adrian."

  The Eternal Knight standing beside Baron Draco took out a bag from under the linen, he loosened the tight bag and handed it over.

After    took over the bag, Eureka's face changed a little, and there was a clear sound of dozens of gold coins colliding in the bag.

   The witch hunter raised her head, her sly and cold eyes seemed to be asking Laren.

"Last time we met, you said that there are more secrets hidden in Middenheim, but I just need you to unearth the power behind Pavesley's businessman Borol Christie." After handing the purse to Eureka, Lallen said in a deep voice, "We are all interested in this matter."

   Both of them are from celebrities, and some words are halfway enough.

"Regarding this matter, Mr. Laren, I can't promise you that there will be results." Eureka flipped the purse in her hand, and her icy face revealed coldness: "Before I take on the task, I need to give Look at one thing, a document left by a heretic that was seized from an aristocratic manor just the night before, and you will be very interested in it."

Eureka led the two of Laren to the secret door on the side of the stronghold, took a disc-shaped key from her slender neck, and inserted the key into the raised groove of the secret door, and then she pressed it with one hand. The bulge on the surface of the secret door slowly turned.

   Accompanied by a series of muffled mechanical noises, the secret door on the wall opened, and a dark and deep underground stone staircase appeared in front of Lallen.

   "Take this, there is no light in the dark cell, you will need this." The witch hunter handed the three torches hanging on the wall to the two of them, and she took one for herself.

"Follow me, don't get lost." The witch hunter's long silver hair shimmered in the firelight, so bright in the deep darkness, her mature and glamorous face was as calm as water, she held the Torches illuminate the stone steps leading to the ground.

On the surface of the hard stone steps, there are many traces of damage, and even a part of the middle part has been dented with footprints, which shows that the witch hunter's dark prison often has people entering and leaving it, detaining terrifying mutants and ghouls. monster.

   After walking down thirty or forty steps, it is not yet the end. The narrow underground passage lacks light, which makes people feel breathless and oppressive, as if unknown terror is waiting for visitors below.

   "Wait, what is this." Adrian, who was walking at the end, wiped away the thick juice and spots on his riding boots with disgust, and he hurriedly used a torch to illuminate it.

   "Huh?" Lallen turned around and walked in. He found a few crushed "mushrooms" on the edge of one side of the stone steps.

   This thing has a blood-red skin, yellow and green spots, it looks disgusting, and what is even more disgusting is that this mushroom has a grinning beast face on the surface, showing a maniacal appearance of laughter.

"Damn mushrooms, isn't this a spore that can grow green skin? Witch hunters also raise green skin for experiments?" After seeing what he stepped on up close, Adrian angrily burned the After a few mushrooms, he took another two steps back, only to feel that he stepped on something soft again.

   In the blink of an eye, he stepped on the same spore, and the dirty yellow juice splashed on his trousers, and a stench filled the narrow underground passage.

When he looked up and looked forward, he found that Eureka was looking at him with a look of a fool, Laylen sighed, pulled off a piece of linen and handed it over, motioning for Adrian to wipe it clean: " It looks like it's Squigg's spores, and in this dark environment, this half-animal, half-plant monster can only grow so big."

   "If you don't want to step on more disgusting mushrooms, just follow the stone steps and speed up." After leaving a sentence, the witch hunter continued to walk down.

A few minutes later, the nearly 100-level stone-stair aisle finally came to an end. Three people holding torches came to a larger space. On both sides of the aisle, there were half-closed iron cages. Some were empty, some were empty. Dark shadows wriggled in the corners.

Laren was walking in a real dark prison. He felt the dark power of the ban and the source of the blasphemy. The parchment scriptures pasted on the surrounding walls seemed to have a containment effect. Hearing a few shriveled whimpers, Lailun asked, "All the people in the cage are mutants?"

"Yeah." Eureka continued to move forward, and she responded lightly, "The people locked in the dark prison are all mutants who are less severe and who may be saved. They cannot directly contact the sunlight. Seriously dead."

"I see." Laylen glanced at one of the cells. Behind the iron bars was a mutant who mutated out of fish gills. The tattered and plain clothes of an ordinary farmer seemed to have residual sanity. His thin hands were holding the iron. Bar, staring blankly at the burning torch in Laren's hand.

  Lyren looked at him quietly and stopped.

   At this moment, Eureka, who was walking in front, called out, "Mr. Lailen, we are here."

   In a closed room, two oil lamps for lighting were also lit. The light of a bean-sized candle made the room less dark. A blackened leather suitcase was placed on the table.

"My fellow witch hunters and I followed the clue of Boral Christie and investigated a nobleman whose name was Baghdadi, a politician and artist. Before Boror Christie was killed by us, There were three secret deals between them, and it was determined that Baghdadi was also a heretic." Eureka hung the torch in the wall recess, and she walked to the side of the table, "And these documents are from his manor house. found."

   "What's in the file?" Leron asked curiously, frowning.

"It should be that two Chaos sects hidden in Middenheim joined forces. Judging from the mark, one of them is the hand of the Tzeentch sect Wu Zi. They are planning a major event recently, and the 'transformation spirit' is also mentioned above. And 'banquet'." Eureka said calmly, the heretic sect was either executing sabotage or plotting the next sabotage.

  Transformers can disguise themselves as any creature to deceive, spread suspicion and confusion, and even perform some mischief on the unwary when not in combat. Because the changing spirit has changed so many times, it has long forgotten its original appearance. Only Tzeentch still remembers the Transfiguration's original appearance and keeps it secret as a means of controlling the Transfiguration.

  The notorious spirit of change, many people in the empire know about it, Laylen thought about it, and then asked: "Is there any more detailed information?"

"Mr. Lallen, do you think that hunting heretics is as straightforward as killing people on the battlefield? Then we witch hunters have no meaning at all." Eureka showed a cold smile, "Heretics won't stand there stupidly. Waiting for you to cut off his head, especially these fallen nobles, most of their personal guards are also corrupted together, even if they are not fallen, they will be killed immediately."

"So, that's all that's known so far? Well, I see." Lallen nodded helplessly, "The banquets held every day in the wealthy district of Middenheim can't be counted on both hands. The heresy refers to which banquet."

   "Mr. Lailen, have you forgotten the banquet your Lord Elector is holding?" The witch hunter lowered her voice a bit, her eyes still calm.

   "Wait, I seem to understand."

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