Witch 26

  "Are you the messengers from the Temple of Tumisstill?" Following Anel, Panni finally saw the legendary witch Laisemann, just as described in the book, wearing a simple long robe and a strangely styled mask.

  "Mius Derlan, I have come at the behest of the Sixth Osoro to parley with you."

  Oslo, referring to the leadership of the witches of Laisa, ranked sixth in this hierarchy, was already a figure who couldn't be ignored in Laisa. The witch representing the sixth Oslo looked around thirty years old, but her voice was not pleasant and extremely arrogant. Under the mask that covered her face, her gaze was haughty and cold, and Penny directly felt that this witch had an unfriendly attitude towards them.

  It wasn't just him, the entire Saint Warriors squad felt it too. Kamakero still maintained his Saint Warrior etiquette and stepped forward to bow:

  "It is so, I bring greetings in the name of Tuir's messenger to the learned sisters."

  "Oh, the kindness of your church has been received, thank you for taking the time to help out despite being so busy. However, I have always had my doubts, how much power will the messengers of justice still have in this northern land of wind and snow?" The witch said coldly: "The supplies have already been sent to Youlin Town, if there's nothing else, please leave Laiserman as soon as possible."

  "Wait." Seeing the witch turn around and leave, Kamajyo furrowed his brow: "Could it be... that you don't need our help?"

  "Lester's matter, the witches can handle it themselves with enough power. The supplies you brought have already helped us a great deal. We don't need to let you bleed for us." The witch's posture was elegant and her words were polite, but her eyebrows had already shown considerable impatience.

  "That's what you want us, the servants of Tirol, to do?" Perhaps sensing the witch's unfriendliness, Seragrofia suddenly interjected, her voice filled with anger.

  "Shut up, Sera!" Kamajo rebuked, turning to the witch and asking, "Did something happen at the witches' gathering?"

  "This has nothing to do with you." Witch Delan's tone grew even colder: "We are still busy with the battle at Madil Garrison, so we won't continue to entertain you. Goodbye."

  As she spoke, she opened a scroll and read two sentences. A flash of light passed by, and the witch disappeared before everyone's eyes.

  "Captain, how can she slow us down like this?" The witch vanished and Cera immediately cried out in discontent.

  "Patience... Laisserman's witches are just that style." Comrade Anel spread his hands: "Cold and unapproachable, repetitive and unpredictable."

  "But isn't it certain that we're not needed here?" Kamael asked the minstrel, his face looking quite ill-tempered. It was clear that he had been called from afar only to be toyed with, and even if Tyr himself were to descend upon them, he would still be angry.

  "Maybe." Anel pouted, then suddenly grinned: "Now we can go to Seske for a bath, and discuss something else, like art or whatever."

  "But the people here still want us to save them." Sela suddenly clenched her fist, and a gleam of light shot out from her eyes: "They are immersed in the turmoil of fire and water."

  "They showed a complete lack of respect for the messenger from Tiel." Kamael shook his head, though the noble upbringing that Saint Warriors received from a young age made them well-mannered and not show anger openly, but saying such words revealed how furious he was. It was strange that he was willing to continue helping: "Since they have the ability to resolve the war, we should also return to Tumis as soon as possible."

  "But the things taught by the careless have not been investigated yet." Sera called out again.

  "Let's just go back and report, the witch has already made it clear that we're not welcome here." Kama Joe said helplessly.

  "But." Sera was about to say something else when Camacho patted her head again: "Obey orders, Sera apprentice warrior."

  The female warrior pouted and didn't say another word.

  A group of holy warriors entered the small cottage where they were staying. Anel walked up to Panni, who was hanging his head in thought, and touched him with her hand:

  "Hey, what's on your mind?"

  "That witch has a problem." Penny raised his head, recalling some of the information he sensed, and furrowed his brow.

  "Question? Can she harm us?" Anel exclaimed in surprise: "It's impossible, although they have a weird temper, but generally won't harm people, unlike that group of lunatics from Sel."

  "She herself has no problem, but her behavior is a problem......" Penny's eyebrows furrowed tighter: "Why would she stop Thiel's followers from intervening in this civil war?"

  "Struggles of faith, they're everywhere, even in the witches' coven not everyone supports accepting Thiel's aid." The bard yawned nonchalantly, seemingly unbothered: "Let's go, it seems that girl just gave you a book... and yet you managed to get inside their inner circle so quickly?"

  "It doesn't matter, that Cera doesn't understand anything."

  "It's better if she doesn't understand anything, that way when I'm collecting materials while she's taking a bath and get discovered." The half-elf's face showed a sly expression: "She'll probably still have a bewildered look on her face."

  "Rather, there's a greater possibility you'll be chased by her with a sword demanding a duel." Pennie hummed.

  "Anyway, Penny, you have to create an opportunity for me. Her face looks like a newly ripe peach, and the feeling of taking a bite must be wonderful."

  "This doesn't work, because I paid you 200 gold coins but didn't get the result I deserved... Maybe you should write a poem in front of her and see how she reacts." Penny said indifferently and walked back to the small hut.

  "What a detestable little brat." Anel shrugged her shoulders, looking very helpless.

  The holy warrior has decided to withdraw, staying here is meaningless. Panni has also decided to leave, he heard the witch say that there are battles around Madil's outpost, so he decided to go there and try his luck.

  ……

  On the mountain, two women in long robes with masks stood one after another. They were obviously two witches of Laisserman, one of whom was no longer unfamiliar, although she had only spoken a few words in the previous article, but as the first witch to appear, we should remember that her name is Miustdalen.

  Mius Derlan stood behind another witch, his expression very respectful: "Respected Oslou, should we really refuse Tiel's aid?"

  "Hmm... do you have any questions?" The high-ranking witch with the rank of 'Othello' had a low, husky voice that was full of magnetism, but through the mask's eye holes, it seemed like her eyes were somewhat stiff.

  "I think that with the current state of the war, if we don't seek help as much as possible, the rebels will soon reach Mushtari. At this time to refuse the aid of the Holy Warriors..."

  "It doesn't matter." Oslo interrupted, "Our rule on this land has been tested countless times and we will pass through this time easily as well. Once the followers of these foreign gods intervene, they will ask for many things, and we cannot let their faith easily intervene, otherwise the ruling power of the witches' association will be questioned. Besides, there are only a few people, what can they do?"

  "I see." Mius nodded, but the puzzlement on his face didn't weaken in the slightest: "But why lure them to the Madil outpost?"

  "These guys are stubborn and won't retreat quietly, leaving a trail for them to suffer in Madrid." Osler said.

  "But..." Mius recalled the trouble at Madil's outpost and furrowed her brow, feeling that this method seemed not quite right. Moreover, were the Holy Knights coming with good intentions? Although unwelcome, they shouldn't be dealt with using underhanded schemes... She looked at the back of Sixth Euoslo with a cloud of suspicion, suddenly feeling somewhat unfamiliar.

  This is not in the style of Lethem's Witches' coven.

  "Let's go back, Mius. There are a lot of things waiting for us to deal with."

  Forget it, she's Lady Oslo, her wisdom is not something a lowly Bryce Blue like me can fathom, I just need to follow orders.

  Thinking so, Mius humbly lowered his head:

  "Also, sir, just now a message arrived from Youlin Town. A few of the Osro's elders want to meet with you to discuss military matters."

  "Find an excuse to get rid of them, we're busy too." The sixth Oslough's somewhat stiff eyes moved slightly, and he waved his hand back.

  "This is already the sixth notice."

  "What I say goes."

  "It is..."

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