The remaining witcher guards bravely rushed forward.
Then, Yeager I seemed to see the old man in black robe snap his fingers: "Rotten ray!"
Dark green rays of light flashed through, and the demon hunters' flesh and blood began to fester halfway through, turning into white skeletons and falling beside him.
"What...are you?"
Yeager I looked at Masca, the corners of his eyes were torn and blood was flowing out.
"Mortal, you never know what a huge and glorious civilization you have offended."
Maska Warlock smiled and suddenly grabbed Yeager I, a gray light flashed in his eyes.
Yeager I's expression instantly became confused.
Then, he heard Maska's voice: "You launched a rebellion to exterminate the Rogge royal family. Was it your own decision or someone else's instruction?"
"It's... my own... decision!" Yeager I answered solemnly, like a puppet.
"Where did your witcher transformation technology come from?"
"From my maester group, the chief maester is Stryker!" Yeager I continued to answer.
"Tell me everything about your past..."
Maska was noncommittal and asked a few more questions.
Grand Duchess Penelope came to Masca at some unknown time: "Sir... the situation in the royal capital has been brought under control. I believe that the remaining nobles will understand the situation clearly and help us exterminate Lankai.
The Ste family!”
"This is a necessary warning!"
Maska pointed at Jaeger I: "Three days later, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the capital, execute him with the most cruel punishment... Let the world know the price of challenging us."
"Other than that...there is nothing special about these demon hunters. They just have a slightly new idea for improving potions, but that's all."
Grand Duchess Penelope was momentarily moved.
The Misri family also has the technology to transform demon hunters.
It's just that no one in the family thinks highly of it, and the mortality rate is too high, which is a bit scary.
If there is an improved version, it would be good to use it to make cannon fodder.
This little thought seemed to be seen through by Maska Warlock, and he smiled: "You, the descendants of official warlocks, have a lot of cards in your family, either the bloodline brand, or you have alchemy weapons... but in the end, you didn't show any of them.
Are you waiting for me to take action?"
If any of these official warlock families had taken action, Yeager I would have been defeated long ago.
But they just looked at it, as if they were watching a clown perform in a circus.
In addition to the distance, loss and other reasons, the biggest factor is knowing that the once-in-a-century selection is coming. With an official warlock leading the team, what are you afraid of?
"We are just pursuing safety, Master Maskar. You know, use one less card for these cards..."
Penelope looked pitiful. According to the family's orders, if she could have anything happen with this official warlock, or even become pregnant with his child, then she would definitely be the next queen!
It's a pity that Maska has no interest in this woman.
As he was about to leave, a figure jumped out of the darkness and lay on the ground: "This respected...respected...sir...please wait a moment, I am Yeager's chief bachelor, my name is Stryker!
"
"Oh, what do you want to do?"
Maska stopped and waited patiently for Stryker to speak.
"I hope to dedicate my knowledge, my abilities, and everything I have to the great one... I only hope to be your servant... I want to gain more, more knowledge!"
There was fanaticism in Stryker's eyes.
He is a mad scientist type.
Now that I have seen the ‘truth’, I naturally want to get closer, even if I am a slave!
"You are so brave. What qualifications do you have to be Lord Masca's slave?"
Penelope screamed and was about to kill this ignorant thing with one sword.
To put it bluntly, within their families, the direct descendants of the warlock family are not qualified to become official servants of the warlock!
If Masca had asked her, the Grand Duchess, to be a servant, the family would have immediately agreed with great joy!
"Wait!"
Maska smiled: "You are already very old...but it doesn't matter. I am in a good mood today, so I will give you a chance."
Before Stryker could show his ecstasy, he heard Maska continue: "Unfortunately... we warlocks are not a group of people who pursue the truth. What we pursue is just to get closer to the original and chaotic... bloodline!
"
"Warlocks are proud of their bloodline. Let me test your bloodline. If you don't have the talent of this chaotic bloodline, then there is no need to say anything. I will kill you directly!"
"If you have talent, I will give you a chance to pursue the path of strength."
…
Penelope was anxious: "But... sir..."
"Are you going to question my decision?" Maska glared at Penelope, immediately telling the latter to be honest.
"I came to Adson Island originally to search for fresh blood... Although your family is the first choice, as long as you have talent, you can also get opportunities."
Maska smiled and let Stryker go up.
Then, he tore Stryker's wrist directly with his nails, letting blood flow.
At the same time, he took out what seemed to be a shriveled skull. The skull's eyes were red, and a purple-black tongue suddenly stretched out, licking the blood greedily.
Then, it made a sound of "bah, bah, bah" and spit out the blood it had swallowed.
Looking at this scene, Stryker's heart suddenly sank, as if he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.
"As expected...it is still too rare for a mortal to possess the talent of Chaos Bloodline."
Maska shook his head, turned around and left: "You are worthless..."
Chaos bloodline talent has ten levels in total. The higher the level, the closer it is to the 'origin'!
If a genius is discovered, even he will receive generous rewards from the Warlock Organization!
But it's a pity that this old man has no talent!
At the eleventh level, that is, not equal!
Stryker's face was filled with ashen expression. When he saw Penelope step forward, he knocked him to the ground with a scabbard: "You are not qualified to be Lord Masca's slave... But, you can be my slave, hehehe
…”
When the anger dissipated, Penelope's reason returned.
A bachelor who can improve the witcher's potion is nothing in the eyes of a warlock, but he is still considered a top talent in the Adsen continent.
She looked around and issued an order: "Find all the Lancasters in the royal capital...kill them all!!!"
…
Lancaster collar.
As the place where King Jaeger I started, it certainly has unusual significance.
But when the disaster of overthrow comes, it is also the first to suffer.
Groups of cavalry rushed into the small town of Yharnam, burning, killing and looting wantonly. Lancaster Castle not far away had already fallen.
The heir who was the caretaker left here by Yeager was directly killed, countless servants were killed, and the maid was forcibly dragged into the bedroom...
The entire territory was instantly plunged into blood and fire.
Occasionally, one or two loyal demon hunters wanted to resist, but they were instantly eliminated by the two warlock apprentices accompanying the army.
"So weak...I can't even withstand tricks that are not official witchcraft. I'm so weak."
The gray-robed warlock with freckles on his face sprinkled a handful of powder, let the flames engulf a demon hunter, and then complained.
He enjoyed the awed looks from the knights around him.
This is a completely different feeling from being a servant next to Masca.
"Yes...but it will be very troublesome to find them..."
Another warlock held an alchemy tool that looked like a compass in his hand, and was speechless: "The bloodline plate can't find any direct descendants of Jaeger... Well, it seems that he only had so many children after he became a demon hunter.
, but witchers cannot give birth to descendants..."
Warlocks are very good at playing with blood, and the blood plate has the power to identify and find blood relatives.
This one was dripped with Jaeger's blood.
pity……
They didn't expect Jaeger to be so playful!
"Forget it. We've killed Lancaster almost, and we can explain it. Do we still have to find it slowly?"
The freckled warlock apprentice shrugged and called a knight: "Have you killed all the targets in this castle?"
The knight wearing full body armor said in awe: "There is one last target, Yeager's son - Seamus! The opponent was hunting at the time and escaped by luck."
"Then issue a wanted warrant, and that's it."
The warlock apprentice waved his hands and yawned: "Let's go back..."
…
A few days later.
Lancaster collar.
Aaron wore a gray cloak and walked through the ruins of Lancaster Castle and the messy town of Yharnam.
Eventually, he stopped at the edge of the public cemetery.
Thanks to the fact that there is nothing to rob in the cemetery, the damage here is minimal, that is, the tombkeeper's house was knocked down, and the graves of Lancaster's ancestors were dug out...
Little John, who was poisoned by him, is also missing and is probably dead.
The most important thing is
"The Resentful Flower still shows no signs of growing... But this time with so many people dead and so much resentment, it's probably... almost done, right?"
With this thought in mind, he slowly walked away without caring about the townspeople who were numbly burying their relatives.
…
A cave.
The middle-aged Simo had a bandage on his back, his eyes were closed tightly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he was having a nightmare.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and gasped.
"Are you awake?"
He heard a voice and looked outside the cave.
There, I don't know when a figure stood.
The other party's whole body was covered by a cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"You...saved me?"
Seamus asked, recalling everything before he fell into coma.
He was originally Jaeger's son. Although he was not favored, he had a king's father, and he should be indispensable for a future viscount.
Therefore, I lived a good life for several years.
But soon... everything suddenly changed!
My father died! The family was ruined! Even I was carrying a wanted order!
What’s even more ridiculous is that he, a knight who had even learned a little swordsmanship from a witcher, was actually captured by a farmer in the countryside who stabbed him with a pitchfork!
Well... the people of Lancaster don't care whether you are the lord's son or not.
All they knew was that the Lancaster family was finished, and there was a reward for catching Seamus!
As for the lord?
What is that?
"It's me."
Aaron made a hoarse voice: "Now... you have two choices. The first is to get out of this cave and continue to be a fugitive!"
"The second is to swallow these herbs. They will change your appearance, make you ugly and hunchback...and then regain your life!"
Simo was silent for a long time: "Why do you want to help me?"
"Help you? No, no, no... I'm just looking for a subordinate for myself... Did you see the black line on your belly button? You have been poisoned by me, and you must swallow the antidote once a year, otherwise...
"
Aaron is not a hypocrite, he said everything directly.
Seamo smiled bitterly: "I don't seem to have any other choice? Isn't it?"
Although he is just a failure in raising Gu's son by Yeager, he is also very aware of current affairs.
Aaron liked that about him.
"Very good. From today on, you can change your name... just call it Quasimodo!"
A smile appeared on Aaron's lips: "Your first mission is to return to the town of Yanan and work as a gravekeeper there to maintain the cemetery. If there is any news, please notify me immediately."
"Cemetery? Gravekeeper?"
Seamus, or Quasimodo, fell silent.
Aaron didn't care about him. This originally talented man still needed some time to adapt.
He came outside the cave and looked at the dense forest, but his mind came to other things.
"Sure enough...these royal families and the great nobles are all connected with each other, and there is a huge force above everyone else...a warlock?"
"The records of the demon hunters are not reliable... Encircling and suppressing warlocks? Is the person who was surrounded and suppressed really a warlock?"
"The capital of Rogge, the legendary flying ship... and one person with the power to suppress hundreds of demon hunters... Warlocks are indeed the mainstream in this world."
"Judging from the previous research on heraldry, is it corrected every hundred years?"
Aaron felt that he had missed this opportunity.
But it doesn't matter, he has another chance, the next chance.
Anyway, his immortality, just a few hundred years, is nothing.
"But the plan needs to be changed... In the remaining hundred years, do you want to get involved with the upper echelons of other kingdoms?"
"In this case, maybe they will be willing to share their secrets with me?"
Aaron pondered.
He knew that although the royal family and great nobles also recruited talents from outside, it was difficult, very difficult!
Even the best talents cannot gain their complete trust!
But I am different. As long as I have enough patience, I can survive those who doubt me!
"Well, that's just a backup plan."
"In the remaining one hundred years, just travel around the continent and look for information about warlocks."
"The blockade of knowledge and information in this era is really serious, and Jaeger is unlucky, falling because of the information gap."
If he knew the inside story, Jaeger would definitely choose a softer approach.