The warden who guards the witches

Just watching the man fly out and hit the lamp post, Aiden himself felt a little pain inexplicably.

But the other party's experience was not worthy of sympathy. The cane was still firmly in the other party's hand. Aiden glanced at the end of the other party's cane and saw a silver blade as expected.

A modified cane with a hidden blade, to put it bluntly, is a cane hollowed out and modified with a switchblade, with the mechanism pressed on the handle. It is a common self-defense gadget other than guns in the hands of gangsters and local gangsters.

The silver light that flashed at the end of the opponent's cane made the three people present quickly realize that the cane had a blade.

To be honest, Aiden can handle a raid of this level even without Rebecca and Veronica. Even if he is not as good as his predecessor Aiden as a superior judge, the level he inherited can still make him a A good hand with a sword.

Aiden couldn't tell for a moment which enemy came to his door, or if he just ran into a grumpy old man who carried a weapon with him. After such a blow, the opponent's hat was still firmly on his head. Aiden squinted his eyes, trying to take a closer look at the face under the brim of the opponent's hat. At this time, the mysterious man suddenly stood up again.

Aiden couldn't help but be surprised. After taking two whip kicks that could kick a grown man into the air, his ribs should have been broken, but he was still able to stand up - is this body made of iron?

Not only that, this guy had just been hit hard and he didn't even hum.

The man grabbed the cane and rushed straight towards Aiden again. Veronica stepped forward with a lightning-quick leg sweep to make the other person lose his balance. Then she grabbed the other person's wrist and bent it backwards. There was a sound of something breaking. There was a general crackling sound, but the cane was still firmly in his hand.

Veronica was shocked. The other person's arm was as hard as a piece of solid wood, and the other person's wrist had obviously been broken by her strange strength just now. Normally, it would be impossible to grasp the cane.

The man tried to fight back against Veronica with his other hand, but Rebecca reached out and grabbed Aiden's cane: "Borrow it!"

Aiden was startled for a moment, then let go and gave the cane to Rebecca.

Rebecca grabbed the cane and moved her hand to the end. She rushed towards the man aggressively, grabbed the cane and pointed it at the man's chin and swung it with all her strength.

The cane Aiden usually uses is an auxiliary prop issued by the Inquisition for casting black magic. In other words, it is a weapon. One of the characteristics of this thing is that it is very heavy and can be used as a stick to blow the opponent's head off - Rebecca's swing was completely aimed at cracking the opponent's jaw.

There was a loud cracking sound, and the man's jaw shattered like glass. Spider-web-like cracks suddenly covered half of his face, but not a drop of blood came out.

The man's face under the brim of the hat was still expressionless, and he didn't make any sound.

"A wax figure?" Aiden noticed that the man's face was made of wax.

Rebecca was the first to react and swung another blow with all her strength. The end of her cane drew an arc, and this time it hit the opponent's temple.

This time the "man's" head flew straight away, with the hat attached to it, but the body was still struggling to escape from Veronica's back-cut.

"It's a puppet driven by black magic!" Rebecca shouted, "Destroy it!"

Veronica immediately threw the opponent to the ground with a fierce throw over the shoulder. The opponent's arm broke directly from the shoulder and was pulled out of the sleeve by Veronica.

Indeed, as Rebecca said, it was a puppet arm made of solid wood with ball-like movable joints. The covering gloves and the cane were fixed on the puppet's hand.

The puppet, which had lost its head and right hand, was still trying to get up. After being convinced that the other person was not a human being - not even a living thing, Veronica didn't hold back anymore. She grabbed the puppet's other arm and pulled it over, aiming at the joints. A fold on the knee. Finally, there was a large spinning windmill that grabbed the puppet's legs, causing the puppet to hit the iron lamppost hard. There was a loud snapping sound, and the puppet's legs were broken.

Veronica originally had a strength that was comparable to that of a large beast, and she violently dismantled it with one hand, leaving the doll with no power to fight back.

The remaining body of the doll is still moving on the ground, but it can only roll back and forth.

Veronica turned to look at Aiden: "Sir, are you okay?"

Rebecca also cast an extremely concerned look.

"I'm fine..." Aiden could only reply.

What dangers can there be in watching others fight? Can you please take care of each other who is participating in the war?

The battle between the two lesbians was too reliable, and Aiden had no chance to make a move from beginning to end.

"What on earth is going on?" Veronica turned her gaze to the remains of the doll scattered on the ground, then grabbed the cane connected to the doll's right hand and observed, "There is something strange on this knife. Medicinal smell.”

"Poisoned?" Rebecca frowned, "This puppet is a golem made by carving runes on the puppet that can move on its own. This is black magic that has been recorded a long time ago, but..."

"It has been lost." Aiden continued. He also had information about this kind of black magic in his knowledge base.

Some lost black magic is occasionally reappeared by people of this era, but this kind of thing is often a very complicated technical task, and only very professional researchers can do it, such as black magicians, and... witches.

"It's for me." Aiden couldn't help but sigh.

The assassination that I had been worried about came so quickly.

The golem will only act if the creator gives the order. This thing just appeared outside the prison and came to attack Aiden when it saw him. It must be the creator's order.

Fortunately, there are few passers-by on this road outside the prison on weekdays, and there is no one at this time, and no people are involved...

But this also means that the operator of the golem is not nearby.

"Do you have any clues?" Rebecca looked at Aiden.

"Ah, could this be... done by the witch that Precia mentioned?" Veronica reacted. She was also present when Aiden and Precia talked.

"You guys help take a look first, I'll call a few people to maintain the scene." Aiden quickly calmed down, "We have to have someone notify the bureau to send someone to investigate."

Incidents related to black magic must be reported to the Inquisition.

Rebecca heard this and could only put aside the dinner she had planned for today. With such a mess happening, she had to cancel the dinner.

"Okay." She responded while quietly clenching her fists.