It's late at night.
There was silence outside the city of Novigrad.
Under the dark and intense night sky, there was only a carriage with a lantern hanging on the carriage, driving on the dirt road outside the city.
As the carriage passed by the outskirts of the village outside the city, it startled the dogs in the village.
The barking of the dog did not last long.
Soon, when the people in the village discovered that there were no thieves and only a carriage passing by, they calmed down their dogs and restored peace to the village.
The carriage stopped in front of a small house on the outside of the village.
"Sir, we are here."
The coachman turned around and said to the carriage.
Wow--
The carriage door was pushed open.
Chappelle, wearing a robe and covering his whole body tightly, got off the carriage.
The fine leather boots stepped on the muddy wet ground.
Chappelle said to the coachman.
"You stay outside."
"Yes, sir." The coachman bowed his head respectfully.
Chappelle tightened her robe.
He walked towards the hut.
Came to the house and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door was opened.
Sasha, who transformed into Oscar, bowed diligently just like he did during the day when he and Lynn were rehearsing.
"Welcome, sir, come in quickly."
"What's wrong with you?"
Chappelle could hear the tremor in Sasha's voice.
Sasha paused and instinctively looked at Lynn hiding in the shadows for help.
But he still tried his best to hold it back.
Fortunately, Chappelle just asked casually.
I don't really care about "Oscar"'s physical condition at all.
After Chappelle walked in, Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door.
Chappelle Look around.
This hut was no different from when he came here before.
The room is filled with Oscar's paintings and tools used for painting.
No one would have known that this place would turn out to be a poisonous cave.
Even the smell emitted by the paints that filled the room all the time was actually just to cover up the anesthetic powder.
Anesthetic powder is prohibited whether in the south or the north.
Once found holding, transporting, no matter how much, they will be thrown into the dungeon.
Severe cases will be pushed to Caishikou and beheaded in public.
However, the contraband here is not due to considerations such as social stability or harm to the country and the people, but purely because this item is regarded as an important strategic material by the kings of various countries.
As we all know, war is beautiful, romantic, and epic only in the poetry of bards.
In reality, real war has nothing to do with these words.
Anyone who has experienced war will tell you that war is full of pain.
War is hell.
Therefore, once the confrontation between the two countries falls into a protracted quagmire, and when the soldiers have a mental breakdown because of the endless war...
At this time, the kings would distribute the anesthetic powder they usually stored to maintain morale on the verge of collapse.
Although this practice is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, it has almost invariably become the default practice of all mainland countries.
It is better to let the soldiers become addicted to this thing than to gradually wake up from the pain, and then realize that the king and the nobles are the main messengers and sinners that got them into the quagmire of war, and finally let the street lamps bear fruit.
Chappelle put his hands behind his back, his cold gaze resting on Sasha: "What do you mean by new products in your letter?"
Sasha swallowed and tried to behave in a manner that Oscar would behave.
"That's the literal meaning, my lord, if the product is better than "White Crystal", I will name it "Blue Crystal"."
"This is absolutely a supreme work of art and the greatest masterpiece of my life."
"Would you like to try it here first, as usual, sir? I promise this will be an extraordinary experience."
Chappelle is very excited.
But in the end he refused.
"No, Temple Isle is busy with affairs. Recently, a large number of blasphemers who do not believe in Eternal Fire have been arrested. I cannot come out for too long."
"That's such a shame."
A voice sounded from behind Chappelle.
From the shadows stepped a witcher carrying two swords.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here a little longer."
Chappelle turned back and glared at Lynn. When he turned back to look at "Oscar", he happened to see the other party expanding and deforming, changing back to his usual appearance.
"Doppler?"
Chappelle's heart sank.
"Mutant, what do you want to do? Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of Eternal Fire? Let me go, and I can pretend that nothing happened."
This is a lie.
So far, no one who has offended Chappelle has survived.
What he said was just a temporary compromise as he instinctively realized the danger.
Chappelle is not sure whether this can deceive a demon hunter who set a trap specifically for him.
But it doesn't matter if you try.
What he didn't expect was...
His bluff failed.
"Security Officer, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"
At this time, there were suddenly a few soft popping noises outside the door.
Chappelle's face suddenly became extremely different.
As a security officer who often dealt with torture, he naturally heard it.
This is the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
He immediately realized that the coachman and confidant he had left outside the house was gone.
"Okay, okay."
Chappelle Now I completely understand.
The other party came prepared.
"Can you tell me who hired you?" Chappelle raised his hands as if giving up, "At least let me die clearly..."
Before the last word was finished, Chappelle's raised hands suddenly dropped down, pointing at Lynn.
Only two soft whizzing sounds were heard, and two cold lights shot towards the demon hunter.
This is not over yet.
Chappelle pulled out the swift sword from his waist, bent his legs and exerted force. His whole figure was like a crossbow bolt, shooting hard at the demon hunter.
It became...
Witchers can deflect incoming arrows.
But they also have limits.
According to common sense, after making a blocking action, it takes at least a few tenths of a second to withdraw the sword.
Not even a demon hunter can change this.
And just a few tenths of a second was enough for Chappelle to thrust the swift sword into the mutant's heart.
Mutants are also human beings, and they will die as long as they are stabbed in the vital parts.
Moreover, Chappelle wears a high-level Dimeritium amulet at all times. This amulet can interfere with Chaos Energy within a radius of five meters.
Even high-level warlocks will be affected by this high-level Dimeritium talisman and will be unable to cast spells, let alone the inferior tricks of mutants.
Chappelle thought so confidently.
But what happened next was beyond his imagination.
Lynn reacted quickly and jumped to the side, dodging all the incoming sleeve arrows.
Chappelle, who pounced on Lynn, suddenly changed from seizing the opportunity to actively attack to throwing himself into a trap.
All this happened so fast that Chappelle could barely see what was happening, but his body could no longer keep up with the reaction.
Dang!
Gwyhyr, lifted up from bottom to top, hits the bottom of the swift sword. While hitting the swift sword upward, the remaining force also moves along the hilt of the swift sword, affecting Chappelle in the charging state.
His steps were unsteady and he staggered.
Then his throat was slit by a cold light.
Dang!
The swift sword fell to the ground.
Chappelle fell to his knees.
He covered his neck with both hands.
But his approach is destined to be in vain.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the blood from flowing from his throat and between his fingers.
He stared hard at Lynn who was wiping the blood on his sword with a handkerchief.
Then, he died.