After being spotted by the NPC boss, I blew up the system

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"Catherine! Catherine—my child—" The gray-haired old tailor chased out the door tremblingly.And the noisy crowd gradually dispersed.

Qi Yan picked up the clothes on the ground, and went to the cubicle to change on his own.When he came out, he saw the old man being carried back by two men.

Qin Mo stood at the door waiting for him, and had already placed a piece of gold on the counter.

The old man was still crying and almost fainted.After the two strange men left, he put on his loose cloak hat and walked towards the door.

"How could those people arrest her?" Qi Yan took out the small book from her skirt and stuffed it into the bag of her jacket, and squatted down to help the old man sit on the ground.

The old man was crying, grabbing Qi Yan's sleeves with calloused hands.The words were scattered, "Young man...my child...how could it be a witch!!! How could it be..."

witch?

"This group of people rely on being the king's cronies... How many children will they kill... My Catherine—my child—" After the second sentence, the old man shed tears again, screamed and fell down. I can't afford it.

"Hello! Are you okay?!" Qi Yan regained his composure and hugged the old man, shaking him twice.

The old man passed out, his wife may have heard the news, ran in from outside the store, hugged him and cried again.

Qi Yan was abruptly pushed aside, and was stunned for a while looking at the void.

"Witch..."

What is the topic of this exam?

The princess and the witch.

Originally thought this was just referring to the princess and her stepmother, now it seems... there may be more people included.

He got up and walked to Qin Mo, and said, "Let's go back."

Qin Mo was not in a hurry, he patted Qi Yan's head helplessly: "I forgot to take something."

When he was slapped with a paw when he was full of doubts, Qi Yan almost couldn't help but explode.But when he saw the apple he had forgotten, he swallowed silently.

"I used to be a little native who couldn't even eat apples, but now I can't take them." Qin Mo smiled like a mother and played with the apples in Qi Yan's arms.

"You are the dirt—" the man holding the basket paused.

Indigenous?

That girl named Catherine, I met in the last exam.

Therefore, the candidates for this exam are still not separated, everyone is just assigned different roles in different countries in this era.

Then will Li Jize and the others play any role in this book?

"No, no, no." Qi Yan licked his dry lips and muttered to himself: "At that time we were all wearing skirts and playing the role of girls..."

Thinking about it now, their costumes and styles obviously belong to an era or even a kingdom.

The odds are high here.

Qi Yan pursed her lips, stopped, and looked sideways at the people walking side by side.

"What do you want to ask?" Qin Mo cooperatively stopped.Logically speaking, he is also an NPC, which is a branch line in this book, so as an old wizard, when candidates have questions, they should naturally know everything.

"If you are locked up..." he said, "Will something happen?"

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded.

"About how many guards are there in the town?" Maybe Qi Yan didn't know it himself, his brows were already frowned.

"37."

"Where are you usually imprisoned?" Qi Yan licked his lips.

"To the west of the town, there is a dungeon." Qin Mo replied again.

Qi Yan couldn't help biting his lower lip and remained silent.

37 guards, an unfamiliar dungeon.He is now the princess wanted by the queen, it is really difficult to get in...

"Whether he will die or not depends on the examinee's ability."

Qin Mo didn't mean to be joking at all, and said seriously: "I know what you want to do."

It's nothing more than running to death in front of a system problem, or someone else's test paper.

Qi Yan didn't speak.During the half a year when the system stopped working, although he followed Qin Mo to overhaul the examination room, he kept thinking about this problem.

Did I do something wrong?

The hero's disease is too deep, harming others and himself.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Mo grabbed the loose black cloak and brought the two of them closer.

"Yes, it's your fault."

His voice was deep, his eardrums were tingling, and Qi Yan's eye circles were a little sore.

Yes, maybe it is really wrong.

"It's your fault for not being strong enough." The voice continued.

"If the three murders have passed, you can go to the hero to save the beauty now, why don't you hurry up?"

"Huh?" Qi Yan was a little surprised, raised his eyelids and stared at him.

He means……

The person with the poker face of ten thousand years is indifferent on the surface, but there is a little sweetness in his heart.

Qin Mo felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Let go of your hands, straighten the cuffs of your shirt, and say, "Why don't you think about how to survive the subsequent murders."

Of course, Qi Yan knew this, and he couldn't do anything if he died.

He looked back, nodded obediently, and continued to walk back.

After walking through the busy city, the two entered the Black Forest again.

The forest is quiet, and the sky is always darker than the outside world.And because of ferocious beasts and various horror legends, it is sparsely populated.

"Have you ever heard of a word?" Qi Yan seldom took the initiative to speak up, startling a few chubby sparrows on the branches.

Qin Mo: "Which one?"

Obviously the person who asked the question, but now he raised his eyebrows and said two words with a look of hesitation.

"Witch hunt."

The person next to him slowed down, "Yeah."

I have lived in the NPC service area since I can remember, and I receive all kinds of knowledge in various exams every day. It can be said that I have a huge knowledge system.

Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, turned away from looking at him, and stammered: "I just understand a little bit, you... tell me about it?"

Qin Mo looked at him amusedly, and felt that this little champion was not only smart, but also had a good sense of thinking.

Just ask him questions like this, don't you know that he will be teased easily?

But this time, let him go.

Qin Mo said casually: "In the [-]th century, there was a pope in Rome. Um... a guy named Inelson VIII, who knows what kind of stimulus he was, issued an edict saying that witches are heinous, and then mobilized all of the clergy took part in the suppression of witches."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows with a tone of contempt that had no place to hide: "Two notorious monks, namely Heinrich Cramer and Jacob Spranger, may I was full and co-published the book "The Witch's Hammer". But this book..."

Qi Yan followed him and said: "But this book further supplements the edict of Inelson VIII in terms of content. It summarizes almost all the popular knowledge about demons and witchcraft in the 15th century. It was originally a nonsense book. This book kicked off the witch hunt in Central Europe." When he finished speaking and raised his eyes again, he met Qin Mo's smiling eyes.

"It's not good to have a subjective explanation." He raised one corner of his mouth.

Qi Yan stuffed a glowing red apple into his arms, and said with disgust: "Didn't you bring it too? You still talk about me."

Speaking of which, if he hadn't seen Qin Mo's bitter expression just now, he wouldn't have interrupted to tell what he only knew.

"Then guess who is usually taken away?" Qin Mo put on a gesture of coaxing the child.

And Qi Yan just liked this kind of guiding questions, squinted his eyes, seemed to think about it, and replied: "Most of them should be widows, old and poor women who have no one to rely on and no one to intercede for them."

After finishing speaking, he felt incomplete, clapped his palms and added: "The most suspect is probably doctors, because these days there are many cases of using herbal medicine to treat people but the treatment fails. In addition, the use of medicine is in line with the common people's attitude towards witches. impression."

Qin Mo nodded in satisfaction, wishing to touch the soft hair under his hat. "At this time, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is poor or rich, it may become the target of being hunted down. You are talking about a hard-hit area, other than that..."

He paused, "If you are good-looking, you may be slandered if you are envied by others."

After all, in those days, even if the crops suffered from frost, or snails and caterpillars ate the seedlings, people would say that wizards or witches did it.

good-looking person?

Qi Yan turned his gaze to the front, and glanced at the profile of the person beside him.

I thought in my heart: Mr. Supervisor should be more careful when he is an NPC next time.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Mo threw an apple into the air and caught it firmly.

Qi Yan was startled by the words, and found that he was really smiling silly...

As a result, there was a slight heat in his ears, and he raised his poker face again. "Go on, don't talk nonsense."

"Whatever you say, you're already home." Qin Mo tore off Qi Yan's hat, grabbed his shoulder, and said:

"Go in, princess, I'll tell you tonight."

After walking all the way, Qi Yan covered his body with sweat in a heavy cloak.I can't wait to take off my clothes and blow dry.

But as soon as the front foot entered the door, the two heard a voice from the forest.

"Silk, ribbon . . . selling ribbon—"

Qi Yan turned his face away, raised his eyelids, and opened his lips lightly: "The second time, here we come."

"Yo, you're quite happy to see?" Qin Mo clicked his tongue, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm in a hurry, go find him." The answer was calm.

It can be understood as looking for death...

Our princess didn't feel anything wrong, and even told the wizard before she left that she didn't want to eat fruits and vegetables at night, but meat.

Nature is happy.

The suspected witch-hunting plot on the road and the fact that the candidates took the exam in the same world made him eager to hand in the paper immediately.

Now a seller of ribbons came out and fell into his arms.

After walking towards the source of the sound for a short while, I saw a man in a cloak.Thin figure, like a villain made of cardboard.

He stood in the middle of the weedy path, motionless.The shouting stopped before I knew when.

Qi Yan stood two or three meters away from him.

It was dusk, and the setting sun was like skin peeled off, and the bloody light hit the two of them.

The paper-like person seemed to hear the movement, and twisted his uncoordinated body to speak.

It's a pity I haven't waited for him to turn around.

I heard a voice from behind, "Hello."

"I buy ribbons."

The author has something to say: Qi Yan (side face): Well, it’s still kind of pretty...