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"You snotty little brat, if you don't want to be whipped hard by the belt, just shut your ignorant mouth!"

"Okay, I won't say it."

"Good girl."

Lu Qi, who witnessed the whole process, finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

With this smile, a pair of orange cat pupils swept over immediately:

"You think it's funny?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lu Qi turned a blind eye to the dangerous eyes of the demon hunter, and continued:

"Of course! People always say that witchers are monsters with no emotions at all. Geralt, I was thinking that although your methods are a bit harsh, you should be able to be a good father."

"A witcher is barren and cannot have children."

"Isn't Ciri your child? That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"I think Ciri would be very happy if she knew you were looking for her."

Hearing the comfort in Lu Qi's words, the demon hunter just replied blankly:

"maybe"

. . .

After spending a peaceful night in the valley, the three of them came to the mine on the mountainside.

Dark mines can be seen everywhere.

The channel extends out of the hole, and the hole is supported by cross wooden poles to prevent the mine from collapsing during operation and directly blocking the escape exit.

In several of the passages, miners are pushing trucks and wheelbarrows, busy going in and out.

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, the witcher turned to Angulane and asked, "Now, can you tell me why you brought us here?"

"The purpose is to talk to an acquaintance. He is the foreman of the mine, a dwarf named Golan."

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Look at your boots."

According to the words, Lu Qi and Geralt saw that their boots were covered with slightly red mud.

"The half-elf you are looking for had the same red mud on his shoes when he met Nightingale. Do you understand now?"

"Understood. Where's the dwarf?"

"Let me deal with it. You'd better not talk, keep a straight face, and act like a ruthless character."

However, this dwarf foreman is very cunning and unwilling to provide information for free.

However, after the demon hunter took out a small knife from his boots, swiped at his neck twice, and threatened a wave, the dwarf foreman told them very sincerely that Nightingale and his group where the hell.

"Rialto Mine, is this place far?"

"It's not far, it's very close." After a pause, the girl raised her voice and said, "Speaking of which, Demon Hunter, you looked so handsome just now! If you don't go hunting monsters in the future, you can consider going You've got talent for being a robber."

In this regard, the demon hunter's answer is full of philosophy:

"People are sometimes scarier than monsters"

. . .

Coming to the mine mentioned by the dwarf foreman, looking at the busy figures of the miners next to the mining facilities, the three of them tied the reins to a fence, and the girl said:

"I don't know anyone here, but we can talk to a foreman. Geralt, if you can, please don't grab him by the collar and threaten him with a knife. A gentleman speaks."

"I still need you to teach me how to do things, Angulan?"

Hearing this sentence, which was similar to Uncle Da's famous saying, Lu Qi almost couldn't hold it back. He could only swallow his laughter back with his blushing face.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't notice the change in his expression, they just walked towards the building that looked like the foreman's cabin.

However, they met five riders in a small square where many ore trucks were parked.

"Oh, damn it! Damn it! Look who's here," the girl cursed under her breath.

"who are they?"

"Nightingale's subordinates are here to collect protection fees. They saw me, they recognized me, what the hell! Now we're dead!"

Chapter 564 Demon hunters have to eat

Leading the way were two very distinctive men.

One man had long gray hair and was wearing a blue leather jacket, while the other had a full beard and was tall and thin.

The only thing they have in common is the flash of hatred when they look at Angulan.

"Blonde girl."

"Said, Yilier, how are you all? The weather is good today, but it's a little rainy."

The gray-haired man jumped off the horse, and the others followed suit, and came straight to the three of them.

"Well, you talkative little wild goose, it seems that you are still alive and well."

"I heard that you were impaled by a stake, and that the one-eyed Governor Falcole de Bruni captured you, and that you twittered like a lark on the rack and gave us all a confession."

Facing the questioning, the girl's counterattack was extremely sharp:

"Sed, I also heard that you asked someone to pay her four copper coins, but everyone only gave her two."

Hearing this, the gray-haired man spat on the ground with a face full of contempt.

"Syd," Angulane put his hands on his hips, raised his voice, and said boldly, "I have something to talk to Nightingale about."

"Interesting, he also has something to talk to you about."

"Shut up, listen to me. Two days ago, two days ago, a mile away from Ledbruney, my two friends solved a demon who was hired by Nightingale to kill. You know what I mean ?”

It was said that the leader among the five, the gray-haired man, looked at Geralt wearing a hood and Lu Qi with black hair wantonly.

"You two friends, from the appearance, one hides its head and shows its tail, and the other looks like a young child fucked by a man. You said they killed the devil, and I said that I killed the king of Temeria!"

"Hahaha" The rest of the robbers laughed in unison.

If it wasn't for the fact that the location of "Nightingale" and the half-elf hadn't been confirmed yet, Lu Qi couldn't help screwing off the heads of these scumbags and kicking them like balls.

Forget it, just let them live a little longer

Just as Lu Qi was enduring the strong killing intent in his heart, Angulan frowned:

"Believe it or not, anyway, when I meet Nightingale, you will know whether what I said is true or not. I mainly don't want to make Nightingale angry, and I don't want to steal his limelight. The elves gave you the advance payment, so I don't mind. But the rest of the balance, logically, should belong to me."

"It stands to reason?"

"That's right!" Angulane pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the other party's tone, and continued, "Because we completed the commission and killed the devil. I will prove this to the half-elf, and then take it away from me. In the end, he flew away. I have already said that I don’t want to make Nightingale angry, so please convey this to him.”

"Okay, you little wild goose that can't stop, you better shut up! I think it's better to drag you to him, let him have a good talk with you, and figure out everything!"

After finishing speaking, the gray-haired man was about to walk towards Angulan, intending to reach out and grab her neck.

"It seems that your plan didn't work."

While talking in a low voice, Lu Qi did not forget to pull out the "Black Eagle" on his waist.

Seeing this, the gray-haired man was startled and immediately took a few steps back.

Although the gray-haired man is not very good at counting, he also knows that five is greater than three, so without too much hesitation, he directly pulled out the long sword at his waist and shouted loudly:

"Go! Kill them!"

Looking at the oncoming bandits with ferocious faces, Lu Qi smiled contemptuously and said in a low voice:

"let me!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qi, who was wearing a black cloak, turned into a black lightning bolt and rushed out!

Taking the initiative to enter the enemy's encirclement, this expressionless black-haired man danced erratically like a dancer walking on the edge of a blade.

Every time he took a step, every time he swung the long sword in his hand, a column of hot blood would spurt out from the bandit's neck!

In just a few breaths, the four robbers who were baring their teeth and claws just now turned into warm corpses lying limp on the mud floor.

Only the gray-haired man whose limbs had been picked off was left, kneeling on the ground, wailing loudly.

"Now, can you tell us where Nightingale is?"

The gray-haired man named "Said" has a lot of backbone. He knows that he has lost consciousness in his hands and legs and has become a disabled person. Even if he lives, there is not much meaning.

So, his answer was unusually firm:

"Bah! Get the hell out of here! I won't betray Nightingale."

To deal with people with foul mouths, Lu Qi has always had only one way:

With a wave of the long sword, a big head and body were separated directly!

At this moment, the miners onlookers finally came to their senses and began to shout:

"Come here! Kill someone! Help!"

"Army! Call the army!!!"

Still immersed in the shock of Lu Qi's super fighting power, Angulan blinked his dark brown eyes, then pulled out the knife at his waist, and shouted:

"Please! Stop arguing! Are you guys blind? This is called self-defense! Get it?!"

"These criminals attacked us! Also, don't you know they're the bad guys? As if they haven't blackmailed you!"

After yelling for a while, she squatted down and tore off the purse from the gray-haired man's belt with ease.

Seeing this, Lu Qi frowned, and looked at Angulan with a little more approval.

This girl has top-notch bag licking skills, a child can be taught!

However, the act of touching the booty from the corpse made the devil on the side a little bit uncomfortable:

"Angulan, stop!"

"Why? These are all our trophies, do you have too much money to spend?"

"Uh"

In one sentence, the devil, who usually doesn't even have enough money to repair equipment, shut up.

The reality is cruel, even the devil has to eat

"Hey! You!" A loud voice came suddenly.

I saw three people standing in front of a hut that served as a tool warehouse.

Separated on both sides are two muscular, short-haired, seemingly low-intelligence burly men.And the third person standing in the middle, the one who called out to them, was a tall and handsome blond man.

"I just overheard your previous conversation. At that time, I didn't believe that you killed the devil, and I thought you were bragging."

Glancing at the corpses on the ground, the blond man continued, "But now I don't doubt it anymore. Come here, let's go into the room and talk."

Just as he put the purse away, Angulan's eyes narrowed, and he turned to look at the demon and Lu Qi beside him, and nodded with an imperceptible amount.

Obviously, this blond man was exactly the half-elf they were looking for!

Chapter 565 The mastermind behind the scenes

This half-elf was very tall, more than six feet tall, with long blond hair tied into a ponytail, and huge almond-shaped pupils, enough to reveal his bloodline.

"So, you killed the witcher," the half-elf smiled viciously, "and even faster than Homer Stragen? Interesting, really interesting."

"That means I should pay you fifty florins. As for the fifty florins that Stragen took for nothing, I don't think he'll spit it out."

Successfully finding the half-elf showed that Angulane's plan was still working.

Therefore, both Lu Qi and Geralt consciously played ruthless roles, standing beside Angulane without saying a word, allowing her to deal with each other.

"How to deal with Nightingale is my business." After finding a crate and sitting down, the girl swayed her legs leisurely, and said casually: "You issued the commission, and we completed it. As for Nightingale, there is no His business. The witcher is dead, all three of his friends are dead, and the commission has been fulfilled."

There was a flash of light in both eyes, and the half-elf then asked:

"At least that's what you said. But are you sure he's dead?"

"When I'm old, I'll write my life, with all the details, into a memoir. But until then, you'll just have to wait, Mr. Skirrell."