"The first thing is that I discovered that some nobles in the border estate have pica."
"Noble Pica? You mean..."
"Yes, it's exactly what you thought.
As a nobleman and a member of Snake Cult, he has squandered the people's taxes while falling into evil ways."
Dick spoke very briefly, Ibu was silent again.
"The second thing is, I met this big guy." Dick patted Tyson's arm,
"He has always upheld the spirit of chivalry. I believe you have heard about him from Beier.
He took no money and was often insulted by those who entrusted him with it, but he took it happily.
If Beier knew that the next person in charge of School of the Grizzly Bear was in this situation, he might slap Tyson on the head with his big hand."
Tyson smiled sheepishly on the side.
Dick took a breath and continued:
"The third thing is that we accepted a commission, which was a game organized by evil spirits.
There was an aspiring young man who took his family back to his hometown and wanted to open a textile factory, but unexpectedly he was killed by officials, nobles and wealthy businessmen. The whole family was poisoned and turned into evil spirits."
He paused, "I didn't kill the evil spirit.
Although in the end he and those he harmed all entered reincarnation, I thought the game was quite interesting.
When I walked out of the textile factory, I kicked away a client, a woman who was as fat as a pig. The woman flew five meters away and hit a tree before she fainted."
Ibu surprised:
"Dick, aren't you a witcher? Shouldn't a witcher focus on completing commissions?
Why did you beat up your employer this time and let the evil spirit complete the last game?"
"It's very simple. The rich businessman does all kinds of evil, and the fat woman relies on him to enjoy her glory and wealth.
Although she did not do evil directly, her hands were stained with invisible 'blood'.
So my kick was not only because she was noisy, but also a punishment for her enjoyment of sinful wealth.
Gold coins stained with blood will sooner or later seep out blood from the gaps in the money bag."
At the end, Dick's voice became colder.
Silence.
Continuous silence.
Ibu finally sighed and said:
"Dick, I understand what you mean, but Susan is different. She has never done anything evil.
She is kind-hearted. Although, as you said, the power obtained by the Duke is stained with bloody wealth, Susan often uses the money to help refugees."
"Oh, I didn't expect this." Dick rubbed the anti-slip pattern of Dawn's sword handle, "I can't figure out who is right and who is wrong.
Of course, these will be recorded by the historians of the Panda Continent, and it will be left to future generations to judge whether they are right or wrong.
As for now, girl, come with me." Dick looked at Susan.
"Dick!" Ibu also stood up in surprise.
"Who told you to be a member of our Witcher Order? Don't worry, follow me."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the courtyard.
Dick opened the courtyard door, and the rebels were stunned for a moment.
They looked beyond Dick and noticed the girl.
The leader of the rebel army said to Professor Ibu happily:
"You finally thought clearly and handed this girl over to us. Don't worry, we won't let her suffer any more.
I'll behead her at noon tomorrow."
When the girl staggered two steps back, she was gently supported by Little Odin.
Before Ibu could speak, Dick said directly, "You are mistaken. I am here to take these people away."
"Take these people away? Witcher, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I want to take away my fellow witchers behind me, as well as Ibu, Little Odin and the girl."
Suddenly there was a burst of noise from the crowd,
"Little Odin is the baron of Sarleon, and Susan is the remnant of the duke. How could we let you take him away?"
"In that case..."
Dick's five fingers suddenly clasped the hilt of the sword, and the fine steel scabbard made a small friction sound.
Istredd's Adam's apple rolled and made a sound, "Dick..."
But he only said his name and said nothing more.
Tyson looked unbearable and turned his head away.
"You want to do something?" Two people dressed as warlocks walked out of the crowd.
"Warlock, it's interesting. If you want to take action, I will naturally accompany you. However, you can choose a civil or military fight."
Dick's fingers tapped the scabbard lightly, and every echo reached the ears of the rebels, like the whispers of a Abyss devil. They knew Dick's past achievements.
The demon hunter in front of me was born School of the Lynx.
It is said that people in School of the Lynx have very extreme personalities.
Dick can serve as the leader of the Demon Hunters with such an extreme personality, which shows that he must be exceptional.
The Witch Hunter incident a few days ago proved that the most powerful skill of this witch hunter is not hunting monsters, but killing people.
The rebels may not know it, but these leaders already know that although Dick has not killed tens of thousands of people, he has killed nearly a thousand people in just two days.
Even if an ordinary person is asked to stab and kill 1,000 white pigs with a butcher's knife, he may not be able to kill them all within three days.
Seeing everyone's timid expressions, Dick raised the corners of his mouth:
"Make your choice."
"If we fight, how do we plan to fight?"
"It's very simple. I'll use a move. If you think you can't resist, just let us go.
If you think you can resist it, then..."
Although he did not continue speaking, everyone understood that there would be a fight after that, and a river of blood would be the result of the fight.
"Wen Dou!" The leading warlock held the staff tightly with a serious look on his face.
Dick looked at the leader of the rebel army again. The leader stood there, lost in thought.
After a moment, he spoke, "I agree."
"Okay, please give in, yes, that's it." Dick whispered,
"The 3-meter passage is enough, and there are no people in front."
He measured the distance between himself and the still burning and unoccupied ruins on the opposite side, which was about 30 meters.
Dick pressed the scabbard of Dawn Blade with his left hand, and slowly drew the sword with his right hand.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the sunlight shattered into three hundred and sixty silver wind strands on the blade.
These silver threads tangled into a spiral storm, twisting the air into the stench of burning leather.
The whirlwind tore through the humid air, and the tornadoes wrapped with broken bricks and sparks were like the fangs of a giant beast, chewing out three-finger-deep ravines in the bluestone slabs along the way.
Not only the blue bricks, but also the moss underneath and the moist soil deeper inside were all caught up.
Those who approached couldn't help but take three steps back because they discovered that there were tiny tears in the outermost layer of the skirt.
When I looked carefully, I saw that the cyclone had hit the burning ruins on the opposite side.
With a "bang", all the broken arms and debris were wrapped in the cyclone, and the thick smoke and Flames were also integrated into it. The whole scene seemed like a natural disaster, with only the Flames hurricane hovering above.
After 3 seconds, the hurricane gradually stopped rotating and slowly dissipated.
With a "crash", a large piece of charred debris fell to the ground, and it seemed to crush everyone's hearts heavily.
The scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
When Dick was about to scare everyone again, the sound of Tyson swallowing in shock was heard from behind.
He gave Tyson a vague look.
The bald man scratched his scalp for no apparent reason, and his thick shoulder armor crackled with a silly laugh, just like a brown bear scratching his head.