Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 33 The Snake Whistle
Yagel sneered at Triss's anxious speech: "What do I want to know?"

In the straw-smelling stable, the black-haired young man looked down at the innocent girl on the ground, like the evil person who bullied men and women in the story.

However, he didn't really want to know this information.

Witch sect and the secret of the royal family?Sounds like a lot of room for digging.

Generally, troubles at this level of the royal family will affect the whole city, economic downturn, unemployment rate increase and so on.Not to mention the consequences of bypassing the Orthodox Church and cooperating with this organization that sounds like a cult.

It's not surprising that Quan Ruen should be blamed.

As an Extraordinary living in Backlund, this news is closely related to him.

However, this is not enough reason for him to get involved in this matter.In other words, based on his experience of encountering begging for mercy three times a month, there is room for continued price reduction.

"This is a huge conspiracy that affects the entire Backlund!" Triss tried hard to sell, but very rationally did not reveal everything.

It's useless for her to say all of this bargaining chip.

Even when the urgency is great, the witch who once had a brilliant career in fraud still retains her skills.

"I can also collect information for you! I am by the prince's side, and I can handle all his secret documents!"

Triss's hand-stitched lace dress was placed between her movements, and it was covered with a lot of dust.

Is the way you handle it decent?
Yagel complained silently in his heart.

Well, how do you want to persuade the prince to show you the confidential documents?control him, control him
Although the small theater in his heart has faintly entered the forced love channel, he still put on an undeniable attitude on the surface.

"I don't need to help you with this. I can know about the witch sect myself, and I don't really care."

"Unless you have other uses."

"For example, extraordinary mysterious knowledge, or," Agleton thought for a moment, thinking of Bill Rudolph's past in the aristocratic circle.

"...Or something related to other sects in the kingdom."

"I know the Assassin's low-sequence potion formula! I know the Aurora Society! And the Psychological Alchemist Society!" Triss felt the possibility of being rescued, and told the list of news she knew like a peacock. "Besides, the affairs of the Witch Sect and the royal family are not simple! They involve the secrets of the church!"

well.

The corners of Yagel's lips were slightly raised, and he heard very satisfactory news.

Psychological Alchemists.

His line of inquiry for next week is up.

Five minutes later, after Yager made full use of the evil words copied from Emond's lawyer, the two finally reached an agreement around the bush.

"So, as long as I regularly report to you the movements of other sects and nobles I know, and tell you about the Witch Sect, are you willing to help me leave this New Year?" Triss asked back.

The delicate face of the girl who was still kneeling on the ground was a bit dazed, and her slender and white hands were clenched together.

No, why did she, a former con artist, smell a strong liar?

"That's right." Yagel nodded with satisfaction.

Triss gaped for a moment, as if trying to pick out some clues from the dizzying logic of their exchange for a few minutes.

After a few seconds, she shook her head.

FUCK!

What is she thinking about this!
None of this matters.

Her eyes became clear again: "I agree to all the terms."

The girl sat up straight and looked directly at the black-haired youth in front of her.

"However, how do you guarantee that you can fulfill your promise? How do I know that you have the strength to save me, and that you will keep your promise?"

Although she herself felt that Yager's sequence was not low, she still wanted to see tangible proof from him.

The already tense atmosphere between the two became tense again.

Oh?
Want to see evidence, or a cultist?this is very simple.

Jager rolled his eyes: "Okay."

He turned on his spirit vision and looked around, and confirmed that the lawn around the stable was empty and there was no line of sight.

It was reckless, but he really wanted to show others his new "pet" while it was safe to do so.

Triss, who saw his movements, had a vague premonition.

After looking around for a week, the black-haired young man slowly raised his hand, his gloved slender right hand stretched towards her cheek, and with the other hand he took out a rusty iron whistle.

"What are you doing"

The young man pursed his lips and blew a weird flute sound.

woo-

【Mouth flute of Madaras】

[The resident of the Forbidden Forest, the whistle of Brother Madaras. 】

[Brother Madaras grew up around a venomous boa constrictor and formed a silent, inhuman kinship with it.Nourished by the twisted carcasses they feed on, the pythons grow endlessly. 】

[It is rumored that even many years after the death of the two brothers, it will still respond to the sound of the whistle. 】

[From endless nightmares. 】

Yager's right hand suddenly went down, choking Triss's neck!

He swiftly dashed forward at an inhuman speed!
"Cough, you!"

Triss felt her neck was about to break, and her eyes turned black.

But she soon ran out of time to complain.

In her field of vision with snowflakes, a terrifying creature appeared.

No, it's hardly biological.

There were bursts of light purple ripples on the tidy ground of the stable, and where they were standing, the masonry was replaced by a huge blood-red abyss.

Surrounding the wriggling red object are countless sharp white teeth!

Within less than a second of her vision, the abyss closed abruptly, rising upwards, revealing a side, a cruel and tyrannical eye!
The golden vertical pupils are as wide as two palms.

Triss finally realized what it was.

It is the snout of a snake.

The scarlet scales reflected the color of solidified blood in the sun, and the gradually widening triangular head passed several meters over the two of them, almost touching the top of the stable. However, this was just enough for the python's eyes to emerge from the ground.

At the junction of the scales on the head, there are countless strips of bright red flesh sticking out like snake letters.

The girl's legs softened.

This is a power beyond her cognition as a witch.

The huge, twisted creature fell back into the lavender ripples after closing its lips for a kiss.

Before leaving, the ferocious eyes fixed on her firmly, as if regretting that the prey slipped away.

The gray masonry ground returns to the center of vision.

Triss swallowed and fell to the ground, not even knowing when Jagel let go of her.Her smooth neck, which no longer had an Adam's apple, slid up and down, making people imagine.

It's a pity that there seems to be no second person here.

"Now, are you still optimistic about our cooperation?"

A demonic voice came from her ear.

"Miss Triss."

Yagel bent down slightly, and the low and clear male voice came into Triss' ears from behind, making her tremble involuntarily.

"I'll give you everything you want! I can sign any extraordinary agreement! You can save me anytime you want!"

She almost screamed out of her throat.

(End of this chapter)