Chapter 427: 426haunted

Chapter 427: 426haunted

Chapter 427 426. Haunted

The witcher tore off the parchment with the mayor's seal from the notice board and used it as a voucher to gain access to the mayor's office.

"Well, according to the law, I have to show you this. To confirm that the notice you took down is legal and valid."

In the mayor's office, the man behind the desk pointed to the heavy scepter leaning against the table, which was proof of the power granted to the mayor by the royal family.

But the actions that should have been solemn seemed to have happened so many times that the mayor became quite casual in the process.

To put it simply: He didn't even pick up the scepter and show it. Instead, he sat there and pointed with the quill in his hand, even if he showed it.

After the legal procedures were completed, the mayor became more relaxed and threw away the quill in his hand.

Please sit down, sir. No, not here, but there. Please dont mind, but wed better keep our distance first.

Lan En's tall body sat on the chair, causing the solid wood chair to squeak under pressure.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

This movement made Mr. Mayors eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Okay, sir. Lets be honest.

The mayor rubbed his hands.

"My notice clearly stated that I only want witchers. I think only professional witchers can solve the trouble I want to solve. So before revealing the content of the mission to you, you must first prove that you are indeed a witcher. , instead of a big stupid guy who is crazy about money."

This badge is not enough?

Lann's fingers pulled out the roaring bear head necklace from his neck.

But the mayors tone was not relaxed at all.

"Meritelli, my good friend, how many years ago do you think this was? How many fools do you think I have seen running towards me with a necklace made by a blacksmith? This one is made of silver. You're better than them, but I'm not sure if you met some unlucky witcher who died and ripped off his body."

You should do well and let me see your eyes!

The mayor snorted coldly.

The hooded demon hunter was silent for a while, seeming to be struggling with something, but soon he was no longer struggling.

Many irrational people always think that the number of people can play a role in this kind of thing. It will take at least three or four waves of people to die before they think of calling an expert.

Haktho spread his hands: "This is Cintra after all, and we have had contact with the witcher."

After the routine greetings and the description of the dangers of the mission, the palace manager finally wanted to talk about something practical.

His face, even the nose hairs trimmed cleanly, became a little heavy.

The world is terrible now.

Haxor muttered, and the parchment notice was turned over unconsciously in his hands.

"All kinds of dirty things are growing. It seems that even their brainless creatures have sensed the tension between countries, so they can't wait to pop up and take advantage of people's bloodshed to become scavengers. of crows.

"There are raccoon monsters running rampant in the mountains of Soden. In the past, there were only wild wolves howling in the forest. Now it is replaced by werewolves and other monsters. Their spit will hit kobolds or leprechauns. Children kidnapped from the village by goblins and water nymphs Hundreds of them. Unheard-of diseases have broken out one after another, making peoples hair stand on end. This is the most sensational thing!

He flattened the rolled-up sheepskin again on his thighs.

"So, sir, it's no surprise that we need help from a witcher."

This palace steward's thoughts seemed to be very wild, which did not match his exquisite and rigorous dress at all.

"Announcement, Mr. Steward." Lan En could only pull his thoughts back in person. "I need the details of the mission on the bulletin."

"Oh, details." The palace steward nodded repeatedly, "Of course, I know. Even the first group of people were sent by me. Oh God, please forgive me, the kind Meritelli, how did I know that things would turn out like that! "

"I deeply sympathize, but... details, sir." The witcher had no choice but to speak out again, bringing the guilt-ridden palace director back to the topic.

Oh, yes! Yes! Details. In a nutshell. The Royal Cemetery is haunted!

"It's haunted. Is it a demon?" Lan En's delicate eyebrows slightly raised, "Are you sure?"

Is that still false? Haxo was very sure and frightened.

"You know about the heavy rain some time ago, right? The rain came suddenly and violently. Normally, the Royal Cemetery would regularly carry out waterproofing treatment, but those days happened to be in the middle of the construction period, and even a temporary waterproofing line was not installed. No cover!

"Oh, you didn't see it. Those filthy yellow mud soups were poured in from the entrance of the cemetery! It must be that the filth has angered the ancestors' spirits, and they are now uneasy! Let me tell you, those who didn't add Anyone who rushes to build a temporary waterproof line should be hanged!"

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