When Dick walked towards Tyson, Tyson couldn't hide the joy on his honest face:
"You finally came out. The game is over, right?"
"The evil spirit has dissipated."
"Witcher, where is my husband? Why didn't he come out?" the fat woman asked eagerly, shaking her bone fan.
"Your husband? Those three people are actually dead long ago. This is just a soul game played by evil spirits."
"What? Since you couldn't save my husband, please return the commission money to me! Cat Eyes!"
After saying that, her fat and greasy hands wanted to grab Dick's wrist, but she received a sharp side kick in response.
This kick hit her belly, which was as fat as a ball, and her belly instantly sunk. The fat woman's eyes bulged, and her whole body drew a heavy arc in the air. After smashing into a tree trunk, she rolled twice on the ground, salivating at the corner of her mouth, and fainted.
Dick retracted his leg and said coldly:
"I have already collected the commission fee, and I have also cleared and cleared the evil spirit's game, so it is impossible to refund it to you. Also, don't touch me with your greasy hands."
Fat women naturally can't hear what Dick says.
The two guards beside the noble lady nervously pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords, but when Dick's cold eyes swept over them, they obeyed their intentions and lowered their heads to stare at their toes.
Even the child from the aristocratic family who was about to open his mouth to cry stopped crying.
"It's hard to bear the blood-stained wealth." Dick walked towards the distance.
Tyson said goodbye to the noble family and hurried to catch up with Dick.
There were only two demon hunters left on the deserted and silent road.
"Dick, what are your plans next?"
"I'm going to Mist-Shrouded City and I have some things to take care of. Do you want to go with me?"
"I won't go. There is so much chaos in Sarleon now, and many people need my help."
Dick raised his head and looked directly at this honest big man with serious words:
"You are a man of noble moral character, and I cannot compare with you in this respect.
But sometimes, you also have to think about yourself, your family, and Witcher Order.
The riots at Sarleon are not the most important thing now. You should find time to write a peace letter to your family to reassure them.
Moreover, Witcher Order's talents are withering, and Northern Kingdoms needs you even more."
"Let me think about it again."
"What are you thinking?" Dick suddenly stopped smiling, "I am the leader of Witcher Order, and I ordered you to do this. Do you want to disobey me?"
He didn't want to say this, but Sarleon is becoming more and more chaotic now.
Even in such a secluded border, incidents of evil spirits have occurred.
The more chaotic the situation, the more monsters will be generated, such as the evil spirits formed by resentment and Ghoul, which is attracted by rotting corpses.
Tyson Although he is a demon hunter, he does not have such a powerful ability. If things go on like this, something will happen one day.
"Of course I listen to you, hehe, then I will write a letter home in the next two days."
"It's best if you can go back. It doesn't matter if you don't go back and write a letter. I'm going to Mist-Shrouded City now. Do you want to go with me?"
"I don't go to Mist-Shrouded City, but it passes by Sarleon, and I want to go there.
It is said that King Ulric has been killed, and there should be many people waiting for me to rescue him."
Dick covered his forehead helplessly, "Okay then, it's up to you, big man. Let's hire a carriage first."
One day later, the two came outside Sarleon.
Under the city wall, there were no patrol soldiers;
A withered corpse wearing a crown was hanging under the city gate beam, swaying in the wind.
Dick squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was actually King Ulric.
He unconsciously grinned his lips due to death, revealing two fangs and sunken eye sockets.
"It turns out that my hunch was right. During Magic Academy's projection meeting, I thought he was a vampire.
Judging from the situation, he should be just a servant of Higher Vampire."
"Mortals always long for immortality, especially those with high authority like kings."
Tyson also lamented:
"In the past few months, I heard that King Ulric ordered his subordinate Order of the Lion to arrest boys and girls on false charges. It turned out to be to satisfy his blood-sucking desire, so he deserves to die."
Dick was noncommittal, and the two immediately walked into Sarleon.
Sarleon should have been as bountiful as the golden plate on the table of the gods, the rye fields rolled with golden waves on the black plains, and Great Inland Lake schools of fish would leap out of the silver-scaled lakes every full moon.
But at this moment, the soles of Dick's boots were stuck to mud mixed with wheat grains and blood scabs.
King Ulric's blood-sucking law has long squeezed this fertile soil into dry bones:
Each household was required to pay a monthly tribute of virgin blood, and those who refused to pay were hanged at the city gate in public;
In order to cover up the marks gnawed by the fangs, the royal family even kept Ghoul in captivity to gnaw away the flesh and blood of corpses...
Even though he had such a good deck of cards, King Ulric still smashed them into pieces. He was defeated by his desire for immortality.
Maybe he doesn't know that he is just an ordinary vampire and does not live as long as Higher Vampire.
If an ordinary vampire wants to be promoted to Higher Vampire, it will be extremely difficult.
The entire Sarleon was filled with thick smoke, fires were raging, and shouts and wails were intertwined, creating a common scene in troubled times.
The two demon hunters were walking on the dilapidated main road that had been destroyed by thugs, surrounded by indignant thugs.
Fortunately, they also knew that the demon hunters were not their enemies, and for the time being there were no blind people looking for trouble.
They were armed with pitchforks, sickles and other farm tools and were dressed in ragged clothes.
Dick Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of such thugs rushing into the store of a wealthy businessman.
Not long after, they dragged the wealthy businessman out and beat and kicked him on the street.
The wealthy businessman begged for mercy loudly at first, but soon he stopped making noises.
Still displeased, these thugs set fire to the wealthy businessman's house with torches.
The fire swayed, and the shadows reflected uncertain light and dark on their ferocious and excited faces.
Dick turned his head, and on the other side of the street, a large group of thugs were shouting and marching forward along the road.
They kept shouting:
"We are not monsters, we are humans too!
We are not monsters, we are humans too!"
That cultist-like fanaticism was even more intense than the Flames they ignited.
Tyson was sighing on the side, and tried several times to save the nobles and wealthy businessmen who were being beaten by the mob, but Dick pinned his arms down and even narrowed his eyes in warning.
Tyson had no choice but to suppress his helpful nature and follow Dick obediently. Sarleon was just a place where they temporarily bought supplies.
In the mansion ahead, the pinewood door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of guards wearing armor and carrying long swords surrounded a family. It was obvious that this family was a noble, and they intended to break through the crowd and escape.
Soon, a large group of thugs shouted and rushed over with pitchforks.
One of the guards pulled out a long knife and swung it a few times, and three thugs fell into a pool of blood.
He looked coldly at the mob around him and shouted loudly, "Anyone who blocks me will die!"
The thugs in front were frightened and stopped moving forward. Wherever the guard glanced, the thugs would stop.
The guard thought that the escape route had been opened, but in the next moment, the thugs suddenly went crazy and rushed towards the guards frantically.
A stone hit the guard who had just killed three thugs in the face. While he was dazed, a teenage boy holding a pitchfork stabbed him in the face...
With a "squeak" sound, the rusty three-pronged tip went straight into the eye socket. In the wailing sound, the pitchfork was stuck to the red and white eyeball and pulled out.
In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed.
In the past, nobles were like wolves and thugs were like sheep, but now their identities are completely reversed.
In an instant, the mob surrounded the nobles and guards.
There were roars of anger, and when the crowd parted, the bodyguard of the guard had already been separated and fell into a pool of blood.
The noble man refused to rest in silence, his eyes facing the scorching sun in the sky, and a rusty sickle stained with blood was stuck in his abdomen.
Naturally, the families of the nobles could not escape the revenge of the angry people.
In the past, those ladies and ladies who were luxuriously dressed, graceful, and proud of their favors were now stripped of their restraints in three strokes, five divided by two, and looked as embarrassed as plucked roosters.
Waiting for them...
But the crowd around him cheered and applauded, cheering and applauding endlessly - these people had gone crazy.