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Ritsuka stood in the center of the gun barrels, the scene having already attracted a considerable number of residents. Many were pointing and whispering, the local old fogies disliking these outsiders, while the young people, their eyes gleaming, were eager to exploit them.

"See? I knew it. These outsiders aren't good people."

"Mr. Randolph must have been deceived by them. These cunning fellows must have done something in secret. They must be properly interrogated and tortured."

Scattered whispers drifted through the night, reaching Ritsuka's ears, causing her to unconsciously clench her fists. She and her group had come here without causing any harm to anyone's interests.

They often provided these people with assistance free of charge, even for intelligence. There were no tickets for the nighttime performances, but now, at this moment, no one spoke up for them.

It's safe to say that if Bai Mo weren't here, what would have happened? If they wanted to settle things peacefully, Mata Harley would probably have been framed and imprisoned by that guy who couldn't win her heart.

Hopkins looked up at Bai Mo's tall figure. Normally, he would keep his distance from opponents taller than himself to maintain his authority.

Calm down, Hopkins. Guys taller than this one are kneeling at your feet. Even the strongest man is no match for a single bullet.

The prosecutor took a deep breath, then distanced himself from Bai Mo, maintaining what he considered a "safe distance." Bai Mo did not stop him; he seemed to be thinking, looking at the middle-aged man shrouded in darkness.

"Were you also a member of this troupe? Now that we have both witnesses and evidence, I have arrested and hanged that woman on charges of witchcraft. As for the Chaldea Theater Troupe, you must also prove your innocence."

Hopkins ' words echoed, but Bai Mo seemed not to hear them, and this feeling of being ignored made him even more annoyed. But at the same time, he took a deep breath.

If it were any of the previous witch criminals, Hopkins would have already taken action, but this person had actually moved Tituba away. Hopkins was worried that this guy was the real deal, not one of those witches who died unjustly.

He took out an envelope, which he had prepared beforehand, and gestured for his men to hand it to Bai Mo.

The letter read: If you wish to save those people, and that girl Abigail, then speak with me in detail. Do not attempt to threaten me with your dangerous witchcraft unless you do not wish these people to die.

Bai Mo found this all rather amusing. But looking around, he couldn't see any trace of Abigail. He gave the Queen of Sheba, Queen of Sheba nodded and quietly left, heading towards the prison that should have been unguarded.

Hopkins glanced at the Chaldea Theater Troupe on the other side, and finally his gaze settled on Ritsuka.

"You red-haired woman, come here, soldier. Hold a gun to her head and shoot if she makes any sudden movements."

Nezha stood in front of Ritsuka. Hopkins ' meaning was clear: Ritsuka had to enter alone. She didn't know Bai Mo and directly refused such an absurd request.

But Ritsuka pulled her away and calmly walked forward, even turning back to give her a smile.

"Don't worry about me. After performing on stage for so long, I'm finally going to be able to watch a good show from the best seats."

Ritsuka walked up calmly, letting the guard's gun be pressed against her head. Seeing her relaxed and nonchalant demeanor, the guard felt something was amiss.

"I knew it, these guys definitely have some kind of witchcraft."

"Damn woman, she must have used witchcraft to influence me."

Ritsuka ignored their words, turning her head to glare at the man who was professing his love to Mata Hari, and giving him the middle finger.

"If I weren't restricted this time, I'd definitely have Gilles de Rais give you, this Puritan, a good talking-to. You just wait, I'll break your legs later!"

Then, ignoring the threats from the soldiers around her, she swaggered into the cabin. Just as she reached the door, Hopkins pulled out a dagger and slashed Ritsuka's arm.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

It was a dull knife that was difficult to cut even fruit, so it couldn't possibly cause any harm. But as soon as this action was taken, the surrounding townspeople all started cursing Ritsuka.

Hopkins loudly proclaimed to those around him, "Gentlemen, we will take these witches into custody and lift the curse on this house. Mr. Randolph Carter is a good man; it was he who denounced these women for us."

We will not let any witch escape, but we will also not let any good person get hurt!

After saying this, Hopkins walked into the room amidst cheers from the others. Bai Mo was already seated on the main seat of the sofa. Ritsuka was also casually seated on the other side, seemingly chatting.

As for the guns pointed at them, Bai Mo completely ignored them.

"Brother Bai, I've seen my fair share of troublemakers, but this one's gone too far. I've been to quite a few Singularity, but this is the first one that's made me feel physically nauseous."

"You've spent too much time with those saint-level Servant Chaldea, and you've started to see them through a lens of prejudice. Didn't I say from the beginning that if you help them, they won't thank you, they'll only thank God?"

"Tsk, that's true. Next time something like this happens, we should at least bring Jeanne d'Arc along."

Ritsuka joked that their conversation made Hopkins feel ignored, which would make the upcoming negotiations very difficult. He wanted to shoot the woman immediately, but after thinking it over, he loosened his grip.

"As expected, you are the real deal, but even if you are skilled in witchcraft, in this era, you will only attract the Church's hunt. Therefore, wizard, for the sake of your abilities, I will give you a chance."

Bai Mo as if he hadn't heard anything. His senses were restricted here, so he would let the man in front of him breathe until the Queen of Sheba confirmed Abigail's condition. Footsteps came from upstairs, along with a woman's light, melodious voice.

"This is really funny. You call yourself a witch judge and witch hunter, but you've met the real deal. Instead of fulfilling your duties, you're having a chat?"

"Who?"

Hopkins immediately signaled to the men around him to raise their guns, but in the next instant, an invisible pressure caused the man pointing the gun at Circe to fall to the ground like a sack of flour falling from a building, his bones creaking.

"Wow, the myth really is true! Brother Bai, you really are having an affair with her, even though I was being held at gunpoint too."

"You seem to be having a lot of fun, and besides, that's just unofficial history."

Bai Mo waved his hand, glancing helplessly at Circe, who was sticking out his tongue and trying to get away with it.

Although Bai Mo had only spent a short time with Circe, he felt a deep sense of guilt towards the man whose life had been wasted by Karl.

His mission and other reasons left him with no time for anything else, but that didn't mean Bai Mo wouldn't be furious if someone dared to point a gun at her.