Chapter 1439 Minions

In this dark and depressive era, the ideological confinement from the church and the supernatural power hidden in the dark corners are like a heavy dark cloud weighing on the hearts of every ordinary person. It is not invisible and qualityless, but can be achieved by everyone. Feelings are within reach every day - the strict curfew system is one of its manifestations.

After nightfall, all streets and alleys must be cleared. Except for those special people with permission, no one is allowed to stay outside at will. This is not only a rule of terror, but in fact it is also a kind of protection: in the dark ages , a town at night is as dangerous as an unobstructed wilderness. You don’t know what will be wandering on the streets. People who dare to leave their homes at this moment often have no chance to come back intact. Sometimes they are lucky. It came back, but it had been replaced from the inside by something even more terrifying: In the sinking Middle Ages, there were countless legends in this regard, and a large part of them were not legends at all.

Therefore, whether it is out of fear of being whipped by the city patrol cavalry or fear of monsters in the dark, in this era, normal people would not linger on the streets after nightfall.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

There are always some daring guys who are either bewitched by the power of heretics or coerced by demon hunters. They choose an extremely dangerous profession, which is to become the eyes and minions of the night. They can avoid the innate hostility of demon hunters or aliens as humans, and they are also familiar with the intricate streets and lanes of these towns. The best ones can even recognize the identity of everyone in the town just by looking at their backs. These people People with high skills are bold, and rely on this talent to walk in the dangerous zone between secular power and supernatural power, providing limited loyalty to those aliens and demon hunters who dare not show up or need to operate in secret.

If the price is right or the threat is enough, they can even serve both parties at the same time - this will of course bring death, but for those who have already embarked on this path, death is just an inevitable outcome that will come at any time. They no longer care about the length of life, all they care about is immediate enjoyment.

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

"Squirrel" is the best in this business, and he thinks he is the smartest among the best.

He never stepped too much into the side of supernatural power - countless colleagues lost their lives because they could not bear the temptation of mysterious knowledge, and he was never too greedy for the gifts of the "master" - no matter what The master is a devil or a demon hunter, because he knows that just a little bit of those rewards are enough to maintain his current wealthy life, and just a little bit more is enough to kill him.

The squirrel huddled in the smelly 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 another ten minutes. , he is about to change places: the night watchman will pass by here soon. Although those guys in black and blue smocks are often late because of laziness, as a cautious "minion", the squirrel will never be here. Try your luck.

Once caught by the night watchman, the luckiest person will have to suffer some physical pain, and those employers hiding in the dark will not jump out to help their servants for such stupid reasons.

The night was falling, and the air-conditioning was floating around. The tattered linen cloth on his body did not play much role in resisting the cold. The squirrel carefully moved its aching hands and feet, and at the same time concentrated on the movements in the streets and alleys. He squinted his eyes slightly, and the dark streets in his field of vision showed a dark blue color that seemed to be fluorescent, and the living things that occasionally passed by would have red outlines.

Several small red bright spots ran across the street. They were rats that could be seen everywhere. This was the moment when they were active.

Squirrel understands very well why his colleagues die because they can't stand the temptation of forbidden knowledge and power. In fact, even he himself often falls into it: the owl potion can bring incredible night vision, and the wild ritual can make people The manpower is infinite, the meerkat ointment makes people tireless and the body is agile, all of which can easily give people the illusion of being superior to mortals, and this illusion of transcendence in power is reflected in the low status of "minions". It will be magnified exponentially in people who are addicted - not everyone can resist this kind of psychological addiction.

A man and a woman appeared in Squirrel's sight.

He quickly collected his wandering thoughts and focused on the man and woman who suddenly appeared.

Years of "professionalism" were reminding him that there was definitely something wrong with the man and woman walking around the corner of the street.

This does not require an overly complicated judgment. Just think for a moment and you will know: How many people dare to wander outside during the curfew? Except for the night watchmen and cavalry patrols who can walk outside with swagger, even people like gray rats who specialize in the gutter business have to hide in the corners. There are many homeless people wandering around in "Trout Alley" after dark. , but it is a barbaric area in the city, and every guy wandering there can be directly picked out and hung on the gallows, and no decent citizens will sympathize with them.

The man and woman in the distance were dressed in neat clothes. Although they did not look like respectable citizens, they were certainly not beggars coming out of Trout Lane.

They were walking struttingly on the streets under curfew and looking around furtively, which was enough to be regarded as a major source of suspicion.

Which side will it be? Is it a monster? Or those monsters that specialize in hunting monsters? Or is it a new trick to teach, a spy hunting for witches?

Gray Mouse was thinking quickly in his mind, but just when he started thinking, he found that the man and woman suddenly stopped.

A warning sign suddenly rose in his heart. Years of experience in "working" in this dangerous field made the squirrel know that he had been exposed.

But before he had time to react, he saw the female figure in the long skirt disappear from sight in a flash. He could only vaguely see a mist-like phantom passing through the entire street, and then he He was held down by an unimaginable force. A pair of iron-like hands were stuck behind his neck and right shoulder. At the same time, a cold female voice sounded: "Don't move, or I will tear you apart."

But after the cold warning sounded, the squirrel felt relieved: he was still alive, and the other party was communicating with him, which meant that he was not targeted by the most terrifying guy. The out-of-control blood servants and infected werewolves would not say that. One word of nonsense.

Since he is a guy who can communicate, he still has hope of survival. At worst, he will only have more masters from tonight on.

Hao Ren looked curiously at the skinny man in front of him who was instantly subdued by Lily.

At first glance, he thought the other person was a beggar who could be seen everywhere in poor areas in this era. The man in front of him was dry and thin, like a tall hemp pole, with a head of yellow and curly hair covering his scalp. What is exposed below is a pair of evasive gray eyes. The man is also wearing a tattered gray-black linen. The linen has probably never been washed since leaving the textile workshop, and it exudes a sour odor that is hard to ignore. The smell of decay - of course, this smell 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 was definitely not a beggar: a beggar couldn't wear sturdy cowhide boots, and the neat clothes under the rag were certainly not something a homeless man could afford.

And Lily also said that this guy smelled of "magic potion."

"Whose minion are you?" Hao Ren looked up and down at the thin man in front of him. As he spoke, he recalled in his mind the knowledge about this era he heard from Hasselblad. "Who gave you the potion?"

The squirrel showed a trembling look, because this posture can please the other person very well - whether the other person is a monster or a hunter. At the same time, he also tried hard to observe the appearance of Hao Ren and Lily, but he could not tell the race of the two people. and origin. He lowered his head and grabbed the buttons of his coat with his hands: "'Squirrel,' I salute you. I'm just a little person living in the gutter. My last employer has already left, so if you want, I'm yours." Minions..."

Sure enough, as Hasselblad said, these guys born in response to the times have no loyalty at all, and are so cunning that they are almost stupid.

"I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language -" Hao Ren motioned to Lily to increase her strength on her hand, "Don't fool us, we can still smell the fresh potion smell on your body. Who are you currently working for?" What is there in this city?"

He didn't ask "who is there?" but "what is there?" This is also one of the special words for dealing with such "minions".

Lily's hand almost broke the squirrel's shoulder blade, but the hand stuck on the latter's neck prevented him from screaming. It wasn't until the unbearable pain subsided that the squirrel could finally breathe again: " I...I said...I said...witches, several witches, and a wizard, they just recently gathered in this town...because a supposedly powerful witch was caught a few days ago, and they Probably because he wanted to save her..."

"Witch?" Hao Ren frowned. He could guess that there would definitely be some supernatural creatures seeking "Vivian's Treasure" gathered here, but he didn't expect that a captured witch would be brought out. That was a real A witch? Or just a poor victim in a mad witch hunt?

He looked at the man in front of him who called himself "Squirrel". There was already an explanation for this guy's skinny appearance. It should be the sequelae caused by taking low-quality potions for a long time. Even now, this gray rat still smells of potions. He I think my body has gained superhuman strength, but I don't know that these "superpowers" come at the expense of lifespan and health. The existence of this guy is enough to prove that the witches and wizards he mentioned are genuine practitioners of witchcraft, so the so-called "arrested witch" should also be real.

Are these wizards gathered here related to Vivian's sleeping place?