Chapter 126 Boy and Snake

After a breath of relief, the man who sent the message explained: "Sir Villes arrested the witch hunter who had recently come to the white orchard. The witch accused the witch hunter of kidnapping the beekeeper's child!

The jazz is going to judge the witch hunter this afternoon in the name of the lord, and ask all the culprits in the White Orchard to go as jury witnesses!”

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White orchard, underground cell.

A man with disheveled head was sitting in the fence, with dilapidated and rotten hay everywhere, emitting a pungent smell.

He was slender and strong, but now he was exhausted. It could be seen from the bruises and several wounds on his face that he seemed to have been beaten.

He was a witch hunter, coming from the distant Niphgaard, not for some political mission, but for his own school: the Viper School.

The witch hunters were once brilliant. They had countless advanced techniques, exquisite alchemy equipment, and amazing school equipment, but time passed, most of them had been lost.

And this demon hunter claimed the task of finding the lost equipment drawings of the school from the school, hoping to create solid enchanted armor and weapons to revitalize the school.

Therefore, he traveled from the south and north to countless places. Most of his mission had been completed, and the lost drawings had been retrieved. Now he planned to find a town to take a break before returning home, but he happened to meet the boy missing, and he was arrested as a suspect without saying anything.

"There are some of you who are so young among the prison guards in the White Orchard?"

"Of course, lord." The housekeeper praised, "no one can reach your wisdom, and His Majesty the King will be pleased with a minister like you."

"Master, what do you mean?" The old butler sweated slightly on his forehead, "We... ignore him?"

The boy wrinkled his nose: "That's Yorkjon from the beekeeper, we've played together. But it's not what you did, right?"

"Whose child are you? Your family actually let you in and deliver food to the prisoners who have not been tried."

"Witchhunter, are you still awake? Have you eaten."

Sir Vilirez nodded and asked again, "Have the guards been going to gather the civilians and passengers? I want to travel merchants and bards."

The butler bent his waist even harder, and the flesh on his stomach almost squeezed out oil.

The man's eyes are not as cute as the eyes of the village cat, but rather they are more like cold-blooded snake eyes without any emotion.

The boy ran away quickly, and then a prison guard ran down, shouting and scolding the man in prison in a rough voice, looking nervous.

The boy looked expectant, and he seemed to want to witness his little dream come true, but he did not notice the expression of the man in the cage.

The boy's voice was very excited, and he looked at the man in the cage: "The witch hunter he mentioned is not like you... Do you also have yellow cat eyes? Can I take a look?"

This trial was on the whim of Sir Verres, because he met a witch hunter he had never seen before. This was also the first time he "upholds justice" for his people and presided over a serious trial, so he attached great importance to it.

Sir Vilirez nodded and reached out. The wine servant next to him naturally came forward with great gaze to pour wine for him.

Finally, the prison guard laughed sinister: "I... have always wanted to find a witch hunter to compete."

The man in the cage was motionless.

After the boy walked away, the man with snake eyes turned back to his expressionless and cold look. He squatted on the ground and meticulously picked up the bowl and rice that was knocked over by the boy, knelt down and returned to the original place to rest.

A childish voice sounded, with a greeting to knock on the bowl.

The jailer took the iron chain from the criminal detention stand on the side and wanted to open the cage, wanting to teach this yellow-eyed monster a lesson.

"Cat eyes, if you show me the cat eyes, I will tell you!"

The boy looked at the demon hunter with his eyes closed and resting, saying, "I'm not a prison guard, I'm just here to deliver food to you."

He suddenly widened his eyes, and Amber's eyes suddenly seemed to have two beams of fire lit up from the dark cell. Then he bounced from his kneeling posture to approach the edge of the cage, grabbed the railing with both hands and stared at the boy with a ferocious face.

Facing the lord's guards, the jailer's waist was not straightened up. He hurriedly put down the chains in his hand, turned around and opened the cage of the witch hunter, and roughly pulled out the people inside.

"What's going on, The Witchhunter! What did you do to Leo?"

It seemed to be a cheering for himself. This thin, sick prison guard belittled the witch hunter in a verbal way, mocking the witch hunter for his experience of surrendering and being imprisoned without fighting, and mocking his cowardly personality of not fighting back and scolding him in the cage.

He was surrounded by his guards, with a small number of only about ten people. After all, this place is next to the capital of Termolia, so there is no need to worry too much about safety.

"Sir Villes is about to meet the witch hunter, and his judgment begins."

The man did not move, his eyes did not open, but he still responded to the boy's arrival:

"Do you know this about the lion of Sintra, the Count Lannister, who seems to be in the orchard?"

In order to bring the equipment drawings back to the school safely, he chose not to have conflicts with the local nobles, willingly let his hands be bound by shackles, waiting for a fair judgment.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, the jailer seemed to be a little scared, but then the jailer immediately laughed badly again. He remembered that he was a jailer, and the man in the prison had his bound hands gave him courage.

"Let the messenger receive them, but do not arrange the specifications too high, just entertain him according to the Viscount... No, the Baron's specifications. It should be able to convey the meaning for His Majesty, let him leave soon."

So in order to reflect the formality of this trial, Sir Velleis, the lord of the White Orchard, specially asked the beekeepers to build sheds and seats that seemed to be used for horse racing in the apiary farm in the White Orchard Village - where the "victims" work.

"His Majesty Fultest doesn't seem to want to see him very much."

"The life of a witch hunter... is not worth yearning for or worshipping, boy."

At this moment, bursts of shouts suddenly came from the stairs, and soon soldiers came down, just to stop the prison guards from doing the next move.

"Idiot!" the jazz of the White Orchard scolded, "That's an earl, how could he be so rude!"

A middle-aged man with a big belly immediately came up and bent down so that he could hear what the jazz said.

"Yes, lord." The housekeeper rubbed his big belly, which made him bent down very hard. "The guards at home seemed to see them appearing in the Baiguoyuan Hotel, probably because they wanted to pay homage to the king."

At this moment, Sir Villes was sitting on an extra-high seat, looking down at the villagers who were constantly gathering towards this place from afar.

The housekeeper replied: "Of course, they are constantly rushing towards this side. Passengers will spread your wise and impartial judgment to the entire northern border, and your surname will be titled "justice" or "love the people as a son."

The boy did not react to the actions of the person inside at first, and only felt that the man in front of him flashed in front of him, like a poisonous snake in the forest, turning into a black shadow and pounced on him. The cold, terrifying, and terrifying aura enveloped him with his thrust.

The man smiled badly: "You said you have heard of poetry, so you think the witch hunter is not like me? No... I am the real witch hunter!"

"Ha, witch hunter, are you only bullying children? It is said that you are warriors who can fight griffins? I don't think anything is amazing."

The man knelt in the cell and moved his body, and he didn't seem to think that the child would say such things. Everyone he met these days thought he was guilty.

The man in the cell chuckled and said certainly: "They caught me because of this. You probably heard that they accused me of arresting a child, a child about the same age as you."

The boy bit his lip and placed the food he brought to the prisoner next to the cage. He hesitated and said:

"I have heard a poet's poem, his name is Dan and something... He is very good at telling stories and singing very well. He sang a very powerful warrior named 'White Wolf' at that time, and he said that he was also a witch hunter!"

"Ah!" The boy screamed and fell to the ground. He completely forgot that he could actually be protected by the fence of the prison cell. He rolled and crawled out, shouting the prison guards to help him, causing a riot.

He whispered softly.

After watching for a while, Sir Verres whispered: "Butler."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then asked in a slightly anticipated tone: "I heard that I am a witch hunter, is it true?"

The man sitting in prison frowned, caught the boy's request off guard and even found it absurd. He asked:

The serious Inquisition Court is only available in large cities, and the White Orchard is a farming area containing multiple villages. Although it is considered rich, there is definitely no political place of the Inquisition Court level.

"The villagers claimed that I was guilty, and the lord also claimed that I was guilty, but you seem to have a different view? What makes you think so, kid?"

Sir Vilirez drank the wine in his glass with satisfaction, reached out again, and asked the wine servant to fill himself with wine while shouting at the guard beside him: "Where is that yellow-eyed freak? Why haven't you brought it here yet!"

A guard rushed over and reported while wiping his sweat: "Sir, please wait a little longer, we have... they are here!"

Sir Villes looked at the line of defense of the guards' fingers and indeed saw the prisoner he was waiting for.

Then, he looked down at the villagers present. He had already ordered all the villagers to witness the trial. Although it was very unpleasant for him to not arrive now, it was enough to satisfy his vanity.
Chapter completed!