Chapter 207: The Descendants of Bad Omens, The Crucible, and Circe the Witch

The execution ground was in chaos.

The citizens were in panic because of the strange man who kidnapped the witch, and the square was in an uproar.

"What an ugly face that is! It's like it's cursed!"

"He disrupted the trial. Now the plague will never end!"

On the steps in front of the main entrance of the Cathedral of Our Lady, Chief Judge Pedro whispered to the captain of the guard beside him, and then a line of guards pushed through the chaotic crowd and chased in the direction where the strange man fled.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame robbed the execution ground, and this development seemed familiar.

Yeats thought he had accidentally entered the plot of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

If you recall carefully, this plot in the original game is a tribute to Victor Hugo's masterpiece, but the details are completely different.

After all, this is a fantasy world, and the hunchback of Notre Dame is a real high-level warrior. The extraordinary aura he revealed when fighting with his bare hands just now has made many mortals tremble in fear.

Gray stood on tiptoe and looked around. She found that the guards had begun to control the scene and check one by one. If she didn't leave, she might get into trouble. She asked, "Ye Zhi, what should we do?"

Kendra's eyes flickered slightly, and he stroked his white beard and said, "Ye Zhi, you and Gray go back to your residence first, I will be back soon."

The implication is that Kendela wants to go there in person to find out what's going on.

Ye Zhi also wanted to know what happened between the two people, but with his current strength, it would be easy to get into trouble if he investigated it himself. It would be more convenient for Candela to act.

Of course, Ye Zhi also has a means of investigation, which is to let the snowy owl follow Candela. With the help of the telepathic connection between the trainer and the magical pet, Ye Zhi can also understand the first-line intelligence.

Ye Zhi nodded slightly, looked at the Knight Commander beside him, and said, "Lead the way back to the palace."

"I'm so sorry to disturb you." The Knight Commander said in a panic, "But please rest assured, Judge Pedro will catch the criminal as soon as possible!"

Yeats remained indifferent, and the Knight Commander did not dare to say anything more. He led Yeats and Gray through the chaotic crowd.

A guard wanted to go forward to check, but he noticed the knight commander's cold gaze and immediately became silent. He looked hesitantly at the captain of the guard beside him.

The captain of the guards looked straight ahead, swatting flies and stroking the hilt of his sword as if he was very busy. Suddenly, he grabbed a peasant and said through gritted teeth, "Go, wait over there for questioning, and don't try to sneak away!"

The guard had a sad face and understood everything immediately. So when the chief judge investigates the matter, I will be the one to take the blame?

The square was getting farther and farther away.

The figure of the witch with a special temperament just now was still circling in Ye Zhi's mind.

"If she is really the Lustful Witch, then she is the [vessel] for Lilith to descend. Neither the Witch High Priestess nor the Chief Inquisitor will sit idly by and watch her fall into the hands of the other party." Ye Zhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he speculated secretly, "But she should have awakened to become a witch recently, and she is born with the blood of a witch."

Witches are divided into two types: innate and acquired. The former rely on the power of blood, and the latter rely on the contract signed with the master. Those who are qualified to become the vessel of the devil must have the power of the witch in their blood.

This kind of witch with blood power often has a higher upper limit than the extraordinary people who become witches later in life, but the prerequisite is that their blood is awakened first.

Their ancestors were often powerful witches, whose magic powers continued to accumulate and flow in the blood of their descendants. A witch could be born between two mortals, which was an awakening across generations.

Yeats recalled carefully and remembered that this witch meeting not only sent out the high priestess Circe, but she also took in several witches along the way, brought them to Sternberg, and hid them in the "rat hole" in the city's sewer.

"Going to the mouse hole will give me a chance to negotiate with Circe." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Of course, I have to put on a thousand-changing mask and a vest before I act... This time, the vest is called [Hugo]!"

*A white albatross flew across the sky, following the scent left by the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and came to a birch tree beside the river outside the city. It looked around and its eyes fell on the bridge arch under the bridge.

In the bridge tunnel, a one-eyed, lame, deformed man, with a hunched back, carefully placed the slender girl on his shoulders on the cold mud.

He was like a monster with limbs and bones randomly assembled together. In his single eye squeezed by a tumor, the girl, who was curled up in fear, was reflected. She waved her hands hurriedly to show that she meant no harm.

The weirdo tried to comfort the girl, but what came out of his throat was a hoarse, low roar like a wild animal. Ge Liqin wiped her dirty cheeks, tears in her eyes, trying to figure out what the weirdo meant, and whispered in a trembling voice: "You... can't speak?"

The weirdo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and grinned, revealing his uneven teeth.

The pale and skinny girl curled up her body and looked at the weirdo carefully, her eyes flickering slightly as she asked softly:

"Why did you save me? You and I have never met before... Why did you risk your life to save me?"

At this moment, the weirdo let out a low growl from his throat and protested with his hands and feet gesticulating.

The girl was startled and hugged her legs, but she saw that the strange man became quiet again, with a sadness flashing in his eyes that was almost penetrating, which made the girl's heart tremble slightly.

"You mean..." Gretchen asked softly, "We have met before?"

The weirdo's eyes lit up again, he grinned and nodded vigorously.

Ge Liqin was slightly absent-minded. She had no recollection of having had any contact with the strange man.

"When was it?" Gretchen asked in a low voice, "I can't remember it at all."

The weirdo suddenly became depressed. He had no way to explain to the other party. That was many years ago, and the other party might have forgotten it long ago.

But for Mordo, on that snowy night, when he was cornered and bullied and ridiculed because of his ugliness and was freezing to death, the girl who handed him the scarf was as holy as an angel.

Later, he was adopted by the presiding judge and was responsible for ringing the bell in the bell tower, living a repetitive but peaceful life.

It was not until he was at the execution ground, standing in the bell tower and seeing the figure tied to the stake, that an irresistible force prompted him to decide to rescue the girl.

Even though this decision was tantamount to disobeying his adoptive father's orders, Modo was ready to plead guilty to the presiding judge.

Looking at the safe and sound girl, Modo grinned, but then he thought that the people sent by his adoptive father would catch up soon, and his brows frowned again. Pain and entanglement appeared on his ugly face, and finally he clenched his teeth with a fierce look in his eyes.

At this time.

A magic circle took shape on the surface of the river, flashing a dark green light.

In the light, a tall figure appeared, wearing a pointed witch hat, black leather armor, and a thick face scarf, revealing dark green eyes and a cold aura.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame sensed a strong sense of crisis from the witch. He stood up angrily and protected Gretchen, with hatred and hostility flashing in his eyes.

"Leave the witch behind you to me." The witch said calmly, "This will be a good thing for both parties. You will also have an explanation when you return, poor descendant of bad omen."

The Hunchback of Notre Dame's hunched body trembled violently, and he would never allow anyone to take Gretchen away from him.

Suddenly, the Hunchback of Notre Dame roared, stretched out his broad palms, and rushed towards the witch! He ignited a surging red fighting spirit, stepped on the water with bare feet but did not sink, and the water surface evaporated and boiled because of this strange fighting spirit.

This kind of fighting spirit is as rare as moonlight fighting spirit. It is called "furnace fighting spirit" and only appears in some premature and deformed babies. It seems that fate is cursing them and blessing them at the same time.

The origin of this fighting spirit can be traced back to an ugly and deformed god. This god is both a blacksmith and has the authority over fire. He is the most special one among all the beautiful and noble gods. The furnace fighting spirit was created by him.

Among the strong men who possess the furnace fighting spirit, the most famous one is the "Evil Omen Ghost King" who once fought a fierce battle with Lorraine.

Like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he was born deformed, but possessed unparalleled furnace fighting spirit. When he was dying, he cursed the newborns in Midgard, saying that they would become deformed monsters like him, but only these "descendants of bad omen" would be qualified to practice furnace fighting spirit.

Seeing the furnace spirit burning in the hunchback of Notre Dame, a strange look flashed across the witch's eyes, and then her gaze became stern.

In an instant, the Hunchback of Notre Dame rushed to the witch, clenched his iron fist burning with blood-red fighting spirit, and smashed it fiercely into the witch's face.

However, the witch's figure disappeared in an instant and appeared under the bridge. She raised her hand and pointed, and a green ball of light shot out and hit the hunchback of Notre Dame on the back.

Boom! The Hunchback of Notre Dame was transformed into an ugly black goat and fell into the river.

The witch stared at the rising water column with a cold light in her eyes. She whispered, "It seems that your adoptive father only values ​​your talent but never taught you any fighting skills. Humph, no wonder you can only stay in the bell tower to ring the bell."

Immediately, the witch looked at the trembling Gretchen and said coldly:

"Come with me, you should go to the place that truly belongs to you."

"Who...are you?" Ge Liqin asked tremblingly, "Why should I believe you!"

"It seems that you still don't understand what happened to you." The witch said slowly, "You can call me Circe. I am the high priest of the Witch Association. The reason why you were imprisoned by the church is because you awakened and became a witch."

"Witch... me?" Ge Liqin couldn't believe it.

"Many times, fate does not allow you to make a choice. You can only be like a leaf falling on the water, being pushed forward by the flowing water..."

Cersei had already investigated Gretchen's background and told her past events one by one.

"You were adopted by a prostitute. On the night your mother was burned at the stake by the Inquisition, you walked out of the house late at night and knew nothing about what happened afterwards... Am I wrong?"

The shock in Ge Liqin's eyes became more and more obvious: "How... do you know this?"

"The witch blood in you is stronger than that of any other witch, and it is because of your awakening that a group of women are dancing with you." Said Circe.

Ge Liqin was struck by lightning, her face turned pale, and she trembled as she said, "This... could it be that it was really me who caused the dance plague?"

"The so-called dancing plague is just a sensational statement made up by the church." Circe said grimly, "The collective dance that you unknowingly caused is actually a ritual of the Origin Witch, for the purpose of..."

The words haven't finished yet.

A column of water exploded on the surface of the river with a "bang".

The Hunchback of Notre Dame ignited an increasingly surging furnace spirit, causing the entire river to boil. His body was like a red-hot iron block with white steam wafting from it, and he roared at Circe like a beast.

Boom! Mordor stepped on the river and rushed towards Circe.

Circe looked back, stretched out her finger and drew a magic circle out of thin air. Immediately, the magic circle lit up with bright light, and hot flames gushed out of it, instantly engulfing the hunchback of Notre Dame!

Boom! The Hunchback of Notre Dame, his body charred black, fell to his knees in the bridge hole and fell to the ground with a bang.

Immediately, he stretched out his trembling hand to Ge Liqin, whimpering like a wounded beast.

Ge Liqin held his hands with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes, and said:

"No, there's no need to do that. She won't hurt me. You should go back."

The hunchback of Notre Dame shook his head and tried to stand up, but was hit by a purple light shot from behind by Circe and fell to the ground with a bang.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Ge Liqin was terrified and uneasy: "You... killed him?"

"It's just a sleeping spell." Cersei held her forehead with her hand, saying with a headache, "As long as you show a little favor to the descendants of ominous signs, they will be willing to die. The Inquisition's method of adopting the descendants of ominous signs is really smart."

"You just said that I was a witch." Ge Liqin raised her head, looked into the witch's mysterious black eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Then...what should I do now?"

She could see that this witch had the ability to kill the Hunchback of Notre Dame easily, but she showed mercy again and again, which was enough to prove that she was not a person who killed indiscriminately.

Regardless of whether the witch's identity is true or false, facing the church's pursuit, for Ge Liqin, the only person she can trust is the witch in front of her.

Ceci looked at Gretchen and said in a deep voice, "Let me go to a place first."

At this time.

A myriad of complex voices rang in Circe's ears.

"I actually see you here again..."

Circe turned and looked at an albatross flapping its wings towards her. In an instant, the albatross transformed into the image of a white-robed wizard.

Kendra's eyes flickered, and his expression was complicated.

"Teacher Circe, it's been a long time."

The witch stood there in a daze for a long while, then slowly spoke:

"Long time no see, Kendra."

Immediately, the witch's voice turned cold and said:

"I don't remember teaching you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

Kendra ignored him and looked at Gretchen behind her: "This girl, if I'm not mistaken, is she related to the coming of Lilith?"

"So?" Circe said coldly, "You're going to be your so-called 'Watcher of Midgard' and stop me from taking her away?"

"The power of a mage should be used to resist extraordinary powers from other planes, not to be used against humans..." Kendra took a deep breath and said resolutely, "So, no matter what, I will not allow you to summon the demon."

"You are still as stubborn as ever, my good student. You think that mages should restrain themselves, stay away from the secular world, and become the guardians of human civilization. Little do you know how many mages are greedy for the prosperity of the world." Circe sneered, "After so many years, you are still naive and simple."

"This is not a reason for you to sacrifice to Lilith, Cersei." Kendra held the staff.

Circe's eyes were full of disappointment. With her personality, how could she summon Lilith? Everything would get out of control! The reason why the Lustful Witch had to be taken away was to prevent her from falling into the hands of the church.

"You don't understand me, Kendra. It's the same in the past and it will be the same in the future." Circe said coldly, "But I don't want to fight you, at least not here."

"Why?" Kendra asked.

Circe paused and said, "Because you were once the most important person to me."

Kendela was stunned, and countless memories flooded into his mind. He stood there as if he was under a spell.

In an instant, Cersei used teleportation magic to take Gretchen out of the bridge tunnel.

He had already missed the chance to keep her, and with his mentor's magical proficiency, not even Kendra could catch up.

Above the treetops, the snowy owl's yellow eyes shone brightly, reflecting the slightly depressed figure of Kendela.

With the help of the snowy owl's perspective, Yeats watched everything that happened under the bridge and sighed inwardly.

"I was controlled by a single sentence for more than ten seconds. This is Teacher Candela's white moonlight."

In the original plot, Circe and Kendra, the master and apprentice, parted ways because of their different ideas.

Kendra aspires to become the guardian of the wizard world and to make a clear distinction between wizards and humans, while Cersei is committed to making witches and humans live in peace.

Because only in this way can witches live with humans openly.

"So, tsundere has gone out of fashion." Ye Zhi muttered, "Giving for free is the new thing now!"

At this moment, Yeats is in the sewers of Sternberg, a drainage system built by the ancient empire as early as BC and still in use today.

The stench from the sewer was blocked out by Yeats' barrier, and he had transformed into a white-haired old man with a resolute face, like a weathered captain, and even his height and body shape had changed.

"What a powerful disguise." Zuanya said in amazement, "The Mist Goddess is willing to give you this sect treasure."

"This is my return gift for inviting her to dinner."

Ye Zhi made a low voice, walked on the platform next to the sewer that was higher than the sink, and stopped in front of a wall.

According to memory, this is the base of the Witch Society, but Ye Zhi can feel that an invisible barrier is blocking the way, and he cannot break it by his own means, so he can't help but frown.

"Zhuanya, can you open the barrier here?" Ye Zhi asked.

"I can't help you, but Feitan should be very good at solving puzzles and breaking barriers." said Diamond.

"That makes sense, Feitan, it's your turn to show off!"

Yeats summoned the fish of wisdom, and Feitan carefully looked at the wall for a long time, and then a faint rainbow light shone on his body. Under the illumination of this rainbow light, the wall gradually rose, and a narrow passage appeared in front of him.

There was a barrier inside the passage, which was slowly dissolving at this moment.

Yeats followed the passage and came to the deepest part of the Rat Hole. In the center of a square, a fire was burning. Women in cloaks and ragged clothes were leaning against the fire. Some of them were witches, and some were ordinary people.

Feitan's action of breaking the barrier was silent, until Ye Zhi arrived at the square, the witch in black beside the alchemical cauldron suddenly realized it and cast a cold look at him.

Before she made a move, Ye Zhi had already raised his hands and said calmly:

"I have no ill intentions, respected witch high priestess. I am here to discuss a cooperation with you."

Cersei narrowed her eyes and sneered, "Cooperation? Do you think someone would break into the base camp like an assassin and then talk about cooperation?"

The old man Ye Zhi disguised himself as looked normal: "This is to prove that I have the ability to cooperate with you and also join hands with the church to fight the enemy."

"Are you threatening me?" Cersei's tone suddenly turned cold, and the murderous intent in her was as sharp as a blade.

"No, I just want to remind the high priest that hiding here is not a long-term solution. It is better to take the initiative and get the [Red Shoes] first."

Cersei was startled and filled with horror.

How did he know about the red shoes? They were the product of Lilith's divinity and were a necessary sacrifice to summon Lilith, but they were a top secret in the Witch Society. How did he know about them?

First of all, we can determine that the other party is not a member of the church, otherwise there would be no need to do this. So which force could it be? The Mage Guild? Moonlight? Or Dark Night?

Cersei's thoughts raced as she thought, the 'Moonlight Flower' of the Moonlight Church has always been famous for breaking barriers, and Lilith possesses some moonlight authority, could she be a member of the Moonlight Church?

She secretly observed the white-haired old man in front of her. After a long silence, she decided to listen to the other party's intention first and said, "Let's talk about the content of the cooperation."

The joyful communication of Zuanya sounded.

"She is really frightened by you, Yeats!"

(End of this chapter)