The Record of Unusual Creatures Chapter 1437: Minions

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In this age of darkness and depression, the confinement of thought from the church and the supernatural power hidden in dark corners are like a thick black cloud pressing on the hearts of ordinary people. It is not invisible and intangible, but human. Everyone can feel that it is within easy reach every day-one of its manifestations is the strict curfew system.

After entering the night, no matter the streets or alleys must be cleared, except for those special characters who have obtained permission, no one can stay outside at will. This is not only a terrifying rule, but also a kind of protection: In the dark ages, the towns under the night are just as dangerous as the unencumbered wilderness. You do n’t even know what is going on the streets. People who dare to leave their homes at this moment often do n’t have the opportunity to come back completely, sometimes They were lucky to be back, but they have been replaced from the inside with something more terrifying: in the fallen Middle Ages, there are many legends in this area, and a large part of them are not legends at all.

Therefore, whether it is out of fear of whipping by city patrol cavalry or fear of monsters in the dark, in this era, normal people will not linger on the streets after nightfall.

There are always exceptions.

There are always so many brave people, either bewitched by heretic forces, or threatened by Demon Hunter, they chose an extremely dangerous profession, that is to become the eyes and minions in the night. They can avoid Demon Hunter or heterogeneous innate hostility as human beings, and they are well aware of these intricate towns and alleys. The leaders can even recognize the identity of everyone in the town just by their backs. People are bold, and they use this talent to travel between the world and the supernatural power, providing limited loyalty to those aliens and Demon Hunter who dare not show up or need covert actions.

If the price is right or the threat is sufficient, they can even serve both parties at the same time-this will of course bring death, but for those who have already embarked on this path, death is just a time to come The inevitable ending, they no longer care about the length of life, and the only concern is the enjoyment in front of them.

For them, the aliens, Demon Hunter, and even the secular forces sandwiched between the two are all enemies and allies.

"Squirrel" is the best in this line, and thinks it is the smartest of the best.

He never stepped too far into the side of supernatural power-there are countless peers who ca n’t bear the temptation of those mysterious knowledge. He lost his life because of the confusion, and he never too greedy for the gift of "master"- —Whether the owner is the devil or the Demon Hunter, because he knows that those rewards are only a little enough to keep him well-off, and only a little more is enough to kill his life.

The squirrel curled up in the scented corner between the two houses, and covered himself from head to tail with a piece of shabby gray-black sackcloth. He had been in this corner for almost an hour, and then there was In ten minutes, he will have to change places: the night watchman will pass by here soon. Those guys wearing black and blue bicolor blouses are often late because of laziness, but as a cautious "claw", squirrels never Will take luck in this regard.

Once caught by the night watchman, the luckiest one is inevitable, and those employers hiding in the dark will not jump out to help their servants for such stupid reasons.

The night was drooping, the air was floating around, and the tattered sackcloth on his body did not play much role in resisting the cold. The squirrel carefully moved some numb hands and feet, while focusing on the movement of the streets and alleys. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dark streets and alleys in his vision showed a dark blue with fluorescent light, and those living things occasionally passed by with red outlines.

Several small red bright spots ran across the street, which are rats everywhere, this is the moment when they are active.

The squirrel understands why his colleague ca n’t stand the temptation of those taboo knowledge and powers. In fact, even he himself often sinks: the owl potion can bring incredible night vision ability, wildness The ritual can make people endless, the mongoose ointment can make people feel tired and agile, all of which can easily make people have the illusion of overriding mortals, and this transcendental illusion of power is reflected in the "Minions" People with low status are even more magnified-not everyone can resist this psychological addiction.

A man and a woman appeared in the sight of the squirrel.

He quickly gathered his already scattered thoughts and focused his attention on the suddenly emerging pair of men and women.

Years of "professional literacy" are reminding him that he knows that the couple on the corner of the street is definitely having problems with men and women.

This does not require overly complicated judgments. Just a little thought can tell: how many people can dare to wander outside during curfew? Except for night watchmen and patrol cavalry who can walk around with a swing, even people like squirrels who specialize in gutter business have to hide in corners. "Trout Lane" has many homeless people wandering around at night However, there is a savage area in the city. In fact, every wandering guy there can be directly pulled out and hung on the gallows, and no decent citizens will sympathize with them.

And the distant men and women dressed in neat clothes, although not quite like decent citizens, are certainly not beggars coming out of Trout Lane.

They walked vigorously on the curfew street and were still looking around sneakily, which was enough to be regarded as a major doubt.

Which side will it be? Is it a monster? Or are those monsters that specialize in hunting monsters? Or is it a new trick of the church to spy on the witch?

The squirrel thought quickly in his head, but just when he started thinking, he found that the pair of men and women stopped suddenly.

A warning sign suddenly rose from my heart. Years of "work" in this dangerous field let the squirrel know that it has been exposed.

But he did n’t have any time to react. He saw that the woman in the long skirt disappeared into the field of vision. He only vaguely saw a mist-like phantom passing through the street. Then he was held by an unimaginable tremendous force, a pair of tongs-like hands stuck behind his neck and right shoulder, and at the same time a cold female voice sounded: "Don't move, otherwise you will be torn."

After the cold warning sounded, the squirrel calmed down: he was still alive, and the other party was communicating with himself, which means that he was not being watched by the most terrible guy, the runaway blood servant and infected Werewolf Can't say a word of nonsense.

Since you are a guy who can communicate, you still have the hope of surviving. The big deal is that you will have more masters after tonight.

Hao Ren looked curiously at the skinny man who was instantly subdued by Lily.

At first glance, he thought the other person was a beggar everywhere in the poverty-stricken areas of this era. The man in front of him was dry and thin, like a tall stalk, with yellow curly hair covering his scalp. On the top, under the hair is a pair of evasive gray eyes, and the man is still covered in a tattered gray and black sackcloth. The sackcloth has probably never been washed since leaving the textile workshop. The sour and rotten taste of course-of course, this taste may also come from the entire street, this place has too much strange smell.

But soon Hao Ren realized that the guy in front of him was definitely not a beggar: a beggar ca n’t wear sturdy cowhide boots, and the neat clothes beneath that rag must not have been made by the tramp.

And Lily also said that this guy has a "smell of potion".

"Whose claws are you?" Hao Ren looked up and down at the thin man in front of him, and said in his mind, recalling what he heard from Hasselblad about this era, "Who gave you the potion?" /

The squirrel showed a trembling appearance, because such a gesture can please the other party very well-whether the other party is a monster or a hunter, and he also tried to observe the appearance of Hao Ren and Lily, but he could not distinguish between the two Human race and origin. He lowered his head and grasped the buttons of his coat with his hands: "'Squirrel' pays tribute to you. I'm just a little person in the gutter. My last employer has already left, so if you want, I will be yours. Minions ... "

Sure enough, as Hasselblad said, this group of guys born in response to the times has no loyalty and is cunning to near stupidity.

"I will give you another chance to reorganize the language--" Hao Ren signaled Lily to increase his strength, "Don't fool us, we can still smell the fresh potion smell on you. Who are you for now? Life? What is in this city? "

He didn't ask "who has it", but "what does it have", which is also one of the special words for dealing with this "minions".

Lily ’s hands almost pinched the squirrel ’s shoulder blades, but the hand stuck on the latter ’s neck made him unable to speak at all until the unbearable pain was slightly reduced. Puffing: "I ... I said ... I said ... Witches, several witches, and a wizard who only recently gathered in this town ... because a witch who was said to be very powerful was caught the other day Well, they probably wanted to save her ... "

"Witch?" Hao Ren frowned. He could guess that some supernatural creatures seeking "Vivian Treasure" would gather here, but he didn't expect a witch to be arrested. It was a real The witch? Or is it just a poor victim in the crazy witch hunt?

He looked at the man who claimed to be a "squirrel" in front of him. The skinnyness of this guy had already been explained. It should be the sequelae caused by long-term use of inferior potions. Even now, this squirrel still carries potions. Taste, he thinks that his body has received superhuman strength, but he does not know that these "superpowers" are at the expense of overdraft life and health. The existence of this guy is enough to show that the witches and wizards he mentioned are all real wizards, so the so-called "witch arrested" should be true.

Will these wizards gathered here have anything to do with Vivian's sleeping place?