"To be honest, the location of your secret witch hunter stronghold is not easy to find. Adrian and I walked around three blocks to find it." Lailan looked around and saw the location of the witch hunter stronghold.

The space is relatively empty. The wooden structure buildings with upper and lower layers have many vacant rooms, but the interior decoration is very simple. The slightly dim light makes the interior of the stronghold appear more dangerous and hidden.

"This is also for safety and convenience. If a witch hunter appears on the street and swaggers around, it will cause unnecessary panic among the surrounding residents." Eureka put the wooden stick in her hand on the shelf and guided Lai.

The two of them entered the room on one side, "As you have seen, Mr. Lailon, the special thing about the flea area is the orderly chaos. The environment here is more suitable for witch hunters."

The interior of the room has no special features, just like the temporary housing provided by hotels that can be seen everywhere on the roadside in the countryside. It is still the cheapest type. You can stay for one night with two or three copper coins. A shrine with holy water stands on the wall of the room.

In the past, this was an indispensable thing for the witch hunter stronghold. The witch hunters under the church would regularly pray in front of the shrine and receive holy water and baptism with the Holy Eucharist to help them expel the corruption they faced in the long-term battle with Chaos.

"Except for you and the guard in front of the tavern, how many witch hunters are there in this hidden stronghold of yours?" After Lailan walked into the room, he sat generously on the wooden seat next to the door, in the small space.

There was only a little space in total, and there was no extra place to stay, so Adrian had no choice but to compromise and stand aside.

"Not many, there are only fifteen people in total, including four trainee witch hunter apprentices. Witch hunters are not welcome, not even for a day or two. They fight against Chaos with high intensity all year round. Everyone knows that witch hunters purify the darkness.

, but there are only a few people who are really willing to join the Silver Templar Order." There was a trace of arc on Yurika's cold face, and she lifted up the silver hair hanging in front of her forehead, "Mr. Lailan, this stronghold belongs to the Silver Templar Order.

At its peak, the Hammer Order had more than sixty witch hunters listed in the White Book. Now, most of the rooms are empty, while more and more mutants are being held and supervised in the dungeon."

"I think I understand it clearly enough." Lalan nodded.

The witch hunter glanced at Adrian, who was standing aside, and asked, "I heard that something unpleasant happened when you came here?"

Adrian was a little disgusted by the look directed at him, which was full of ridicule. He raised his head and said: "They are just a few bastards who don't know law and order. Give me two knights. I swear in the name of Charlemagne that I will never leave."

It took them just one hour to catch their so-called humble king."

"I believe in your strength, knight. One-on-three or even one-on-five is not a problem for you." Eureka looked at the Eternal Knight standing aside with a cold expression, and uttered softly on her lips: "But in Flea

You are not qualified to challenge the humble king in this area."

"You" Adrian frowned and looked at the witch hunter, and Lailan gave a look to signal the latter not to act rashly.

"Miss Eureka, King Beggar, what kind of force is it that can continue to develop and become deeply rooted in the holy city of Middenheim? I have to admit that the so-called King Beggar is very capable and capable." Lailan looked up and looked up.

Looking at Yurika, her dark blue eyes were very calm.

"The Lords are the monarchs of Middenheim's underworld, the absolute rulers of the streets. They run all organized crime in the city, taking profits from brothels, drug dealers, casinos, pickpockets, loan sharks and con men.

Apart from each other, the humble kings will never allow any opponent to threaten themselves." Yurika's cold voice briefly explained the existence of the humble king for Lailan.

"A group of criminals can thrive under the eyes of the elector?" Lailan felt very strange. He subconsciously raised the question: "The so-called humble kings may be the name of a certain religious sect, just like Ulric.

The sect calls some priests the Wolf King, and the Sigmar sect calls some fanatics the Wrath of God?"

"Lanod, the god of deception, is their common belief. The humble kings work in all walks of life, and their identities are not fixed. The humble kings represent the interests of many lower-class citizens and country people, such as dock porters,

Workshop workers, traders and small hotels and taverns are all within their scope, so the Elector is not willing to touch this bad luck." Eureka knows King Bei far better than anyone else, and it is also true that

Because of this, the witch hunters and the underground kings of Middenheim have no conflict with each other.

The Witch Hunter then introduced: "The humble king of the nearby neighborhood is Idan Guda. He has aggressively occupied several neighboring streets, namely the several blocks to the north of the old district and the old market district. His business is concentrated in brothels.

and the sale of stolen goods, as well as the opportunities these businesses provide for extortion and extortion. He also asks for commissions from pickpockets and thieves who commit crimes on his territory. Although he lacks the courage to start a gang war and expand his territory, he can still tenaciously

Defend existing territory.”

Followers of gods like Ranold, who in other parts of the Empire were associated with a more orderly approach to crime, were unpopular in Middenheim. Their creed resisted violent measures, and this was

This is the method adopted by humble kings to maintain their own power. Sometimes, the latter will even take the initiative to help witch hunters hunt for thieves, investigate the traces of certain people, and provide some clues, but the prerequisite is that it is also beneficial to their own forces.

"That's the end of this topic. Mr. Lailan, you must have an important task to entrust, let's talk about it now." Yurika raised her long legs wearing slim trousers and black boots, with a serious look on her face.

"I do have a mission that needs the witch hunter to complete." Lailan nodded, and then he called to his side: "Adrian."

The Eternal Knight standing next to Baron Draco took out a bag from under his linen clothes. He loosened the tightly tied mouth of the bag and handed it over.

After taking the bag, Yurika's expression changed a little, and there was a clear sound of dozens of gold coins colliding in the bag.

The witch hunter raised her head, her sly and cold eyes seemed to be asking Lailan.

"The last time we met, you said that there are more secrets hidden in Middenheim. However, I only need you to discover the power behind Boral Christie, the businessman of Pavesley City."

After handing the money bag to Yurika, Lailan said in a deep voice: "We are all interested in this matter."

Both of them are celebrities, and some words are enough just halfway.

"Mr. Lailen, I can't guarantee you that there will be results in this matter." Yurika shook the money bag in her hand, her cold face showing coldness: "Before taking over the task, I need to give you some advice.

If you look at something, a document left behind by a heretic that was just seized from a noble manor the night before, you will be very interested in what is on it."

Yurika led Lailan and the two to the secret door on the side of the stronghold, took off a disc-shaped key from her slender neck, inserted the key into the raised groove of the secret door, and then pressed it with one hand.

The bulges on the surface of the secret door rotate slowly.

Along with a series of dull mechanical sounds, the secret door on the wall opened, and a dark and deep underground stone staircase appeared in front of Lailan.

"Take this, there is no light in the dark cell, you will need this." The witch hunter handed the three torches hanging on the wall to Lailan and the other two, and she took one herself.

"Follow me closely, don't get lost." The witch hunter's long silver hair shimmered under the firelight, so bright in the deep darkness, her mature and cold face was as calm as water, she held up the

Torches illuminated the stone steps leading underground.

There are many traces of damage on the surface of the hard stone steps, and even the middle part has been worn out with dents from footprints, indicating that people often come in and out of the witch hunter's secret cell, where terrifying mutants and mutants are imprisoned.

monster.

After walking down thirty or forty steps, before reaching the bottom, the narrow underground passage with lack of light makes people feel breathless and depressed, as if the unknown horror is waiting for visitors below.

"Wait, what is this?" Adrian, who was walking at the end, wiped away the thick juice and spots on his riding boots with a disgusted expression, and hurriedly shined a torch on it.

"Huh?" Lailan turned around and walked in. He found a few crushed "mushrooms" on the edge of the stone steps.

This thing has a blood-red skin with yellow and green spots, which looks disgusting. What's even more disgusting is that there is a grinning animal face on the surface of this mushroom, showing a maniacal look of laughter.

"Damn mushrooms, aren't these spores that can grow green skin? Are witch hunters raising green skins for experiments?" After seeing what he had stepped on from a close distance, Adrian angrily burned it with a torch.

After a few mushrooms, he took two steps back, only to feel that he had stepped on something soft again.

In the blink of an eye, he saw that he had stepped on the same spore, and the dirty yellowish juice splashed on his pants, and a foul smell filled the narrow underground passage.

When he looked up and looked ahead, he found Eureka glancing at him with a look that looked like a fool. Lailan sighed, pulled off a piece of linen and handed it over, signaling for Adrian to wipe it clean: "

It looks like they are Squig's spores. In this dark environment, this half-animal, half-plant monster can only grow so big."

"If you don't want to step on more disgusting mushrooms, just walk along the stone steps honestly and speed up." The witch hunter left a message and continued walking down.

A few minutes later, the nearly 100-level stone staircase finally reached the end. The three people holding torches came to a larger space. Both sides of the corridor were filled with semi-enclosed iron cages. Some were empty, and some were empty.

Dark shadows squirmed in the corners.

Lailan was walking in a real dark prison. He felt the forbidden dark power and the source of blasphemy. The parchment scriptures posted on the surrounding walls seemed to have a restraining effect. He listened to a few dry sobs,

Lailan asked: "Are all the people imprisoned in the cage mutants?"

"Yeah." Yurika continued to walk forward, and she responded lightly, "The mutants locked up in the dark cell are all mutated with milder symptoms that may be salvageable. They cannot be exposed to the sun directly. If they do not get better, those mutants with higher levels of mutation will

In severe cases, they all died."

"I understand." Lailan glanced at one of the cells. Behind the iron bars was a mutant who had mutated fish gills. He was dressed in tattered and plain clothes of an ordinary farmer. He seemed to have some residual sanity. His thin hands were holding the iron bars.

Bar, looking blankly at the burning torch in Lailan's hand.

Lailan looked at him quietly and stopped.

At this moment, Yurika, who was walking in front, called out: "Mr. Lelan, we are here."

In a closed room, two oil lamps for lighting were also lit. The large candlelight made the room less dark. A charred leather suitcase was placed on the table.

"My fellow witch hunters and I followed the clues of Borol Christie and investigated a nobleman. His name was Baghdadi. He was a politician and artist. Before Borol Christie was killed by us,

There were three secret transactions between them, and it was determined that Baghdadi was also a heretic believer." Eureka hung the torch in the recess of the wall, and walked to the side of the table. "And these documents were obtained from his manor villa.

found."

"What's in the file?" Lailan frowned and asked curiously.

"It should be that two Chaos Sects lurking in Middenheim have joined forces. Judging from the marks, one of them is the Black Hand of the Tzeentch Sect. They are planning something big in the near future. They also mentioned the 'Change Spirit'

And the 'banquet'." Yurika said calmly, the heretical sect was either carrying out sabotage or plotting the next sabotage.

The change spirit can disguise itself as any creature to deceive, spread suspicion and confusion, and can also play some pranks on some careless people in a non-combat state. Because the change spirit changes so many times, it has long been

Forgot his original appearance. Only Tzeentch still remembers the original appearance of the changeling, and keeps it secret as a means to control the changeling.

The notorious change spirit is known to many people in the empire. Lailan thought for a while and then asked: "Isn't there any more detailed information?"

"Mr. Lelan, do you think that hunting down heretics is as straightforward as killing people on the battlefield? Then we witch hunters have completely lost the meaning of existence." Yurika showed a cold smile, "Heresics will not stand there stupidly.

Waiting for you to chop off his head, especially these corrupted nobles, most of their personal guards have also been corrupted, and even those who are not corrupted will be killed immediately."

"So, this is the only thing that is known so far? Okay, I understand." Lailan nodded helplessly, "The number of banquets held every day in the wealthy area of ​​Middenheim can be counted on two hands, God knows these damn things

Which banquet is the heresy referring to?"

"Mr. Lelan, have you forgotten the banquet that the Elector is about to host?" The Witch Hunter lowered her voice a bit, but her eyes remained calm.

"Wait, I think I understand."
Chapter completed!