Chapter 840: Vines and Witches

"You men..."

Ms. Martha suddenly laughed, then stood up from the sofa:

"My luck today is really bad enough."

"Ms. Martha, don't worry, after the Gray Gloves find the real murderer among the three of you, you can naturally leave safely."

Colonel Wood, who was the only one in the room who didn't know who the real murderer was, said, and approached Ms. Martha slightly, looking like he didn't believe that this gorgeous lady was the murderer who poisoned the Count.

"No, the bad luck I said is not being forcibly identified as the murderer by you."

The woman held her left arm in her chest, supported her right elbow, and raised her right hand beside her ear, looking at the colonel with charming eyes:

"I mean, I didn't expect Princess Margaret Anjou to appear here, and Count Sacia happened to die in front of her. If it weren't for this kind of unlucky thing, I wouldn't have been forcibly left by you."

Colonel Wood just smiled and didn't answer. Ms. Martha's eyes swept across the leather holster at his waist, and then said:

"So, according to the plan, there is no way you could find evidence of my poisoning, but now because of Margaret Anjou's arrival, you skipped the evidence and directly identified me as the murderer. This is really bad luck. When making the plan, who could have thought that this kind of thing would happen?"

"What, you..."

Colonel Wood was shocked, and just wanted to say something, but Ms. Martha's raised right hand just waved lightly in front of him, and this captain of the royal guard immediately collapsed and fainted on the ground. The alchemical item ring on Ms. Martha's finger must possess the effect of making ordinary people faint.

While the colonel fell, she skillfully grabbed the colonel's holster, pulled out the pistol inside, and aimed it at the other two men standing near the door.

"Don't shoot!"

Xia De and Mr. Bernhard immediately raised their hands neatly, standing side by side looking at her:

"Ms. Martha, is it really you?!"

Mr. Bernhard also asked "shocked."

"Yes, there were no flaws at all, ordinary people couldn't find the toxin, but it was still because of this ridiculous reason..."

Although the woman still had a smile on her face, her tone was full of unwillingness:

"Two gentlemen, don't let me find any small actions from you. After I leave, you can naturally be safe."

"No, you absolutely dare not shoot."

Xia De said in his poor Carsemir language:

"Colonel Wood's. 46 modified Type 8 pistol, without a silencing device, one shot can startle a whole building. And now there are not only royal guards outside, but also other followers and servants who rushed from the manor where the Princess stayed. As long as you dare to shoot, you don't want to leave today no matter what."

"Are you deliberately provoking me? Gentleman from Deraerion?"

Ms. Martha's smile disappeared and she asked softly, then changed to holding the gun with her left hand and aiming at Xia De, then walked toward the two:

"If I remember correctly, it was you who suggested that I was the murderer just now. You guys who are used to using power to wrong ordinary people are really damn."

Saying that, the ring on her right hand shook at Xia De again. Xia De was stunned, and then

Mr. Bernhardt, who was still holding his hands up to the side, slightly opened his mouth and looked at Xia De on the ground in surprise, then said to Miss Martha:

"What kind of method is this? A trick?"

Miss Martha was too lazy to even acknowledge him; she waved her ring at the Viscount, and Mr. Bernhardt collapsed as well. He fell quite gracefully, not landing on Xia De to the side.

After kicking Mr. Bernhardt, Miss Martha carefully touched her own ring:

"The crack has become so large, it can only be used two more times."

Saying this, she walked to the window and pushed it open; outside was the trash alley behind the White King Club. She glanced downward, took the rouge box she carried with her out of her pocket, opened it, and placed it on the windowsill. Afterward, she opened the wardrobe in the corner, pulled out a few pieces of clothing, and then walked into the room's private washroom, locking the door behind her.

The fallen Xia De and Mr. Bernhardt immediately opened their eyes. Xia De casually tossed the silence charm gifted by Yin Luna onto the ground, and only then did he and Mr. Bernhardt climb up together:

"Whatever the reason for her murdering the Count, it has nothing to do with us. Next, we will continue to pretend to be unconscious. Once she leaves, we will shout loudly and wake the Colonel."

Xia De proposed, and Mr. Bernhardt immediately nodded:

"In a moment, I will use my dream-entry talent to enter Colonel Wood's dream and stabilize his spirit, which has been affected by the ring. Then I will alter his memory, making him convinced that this matter only concerns the woman in the washroom, and it won't implicate us."

Xia De nodded, then signaled for Mr. Bernhardt to lie back down on the ground with him. But before he could speak, his expression suddenly changed drastically:

"Oh no?"

"What's wrong?"

The vampire was puzzled:

"The other party is just an ordinary person with an alchemical item, what could be so bad?"

Afterward, he saw Xia De grab the pendant on his chest and look toward the door in terror:

"My badge is heating up, there is someone nearby..."

"Watch out!"

Mr. Bernhardt shoved Xia De hard. The next moment, a green vine, like a flying arrow, shot in from the window, passed through the spot where Xia De had just been standing, and nailed itself directly into the wall.

"Who?"

The two looked toward the window together, only to see dense vines reaching in from outside, until they pulled a short, stout man with a bald head and a scar on the edge of his scalp up from outside.

Over his black coat, he wore a brown wool vest, a necklace made of bone products hung on his chest, and tree vines were bound around his right wrist. After crossing the windowsill, he first picked up the metal rouge box, then took off his hat, revealing a cyan tattoo on his bald head, and looked at Xia De and Mr. Bernhardt with a frown:

"Martha sent a signal for me to come and help her escape, just because of you two?"

His Kaisenrik common language was very strange, with a very heavy accent; he did not sound like someone from a big city.

【Mid-Ring, Fifth or Sixth Ring.】

The voice in his ear was whispering a reminder to Xia De. Xia De still held the increasingly scorching pendant on his chest with his left hand, while Mr. Bernhardt squinted at the other party, especially the strange tattoo on the man's bald head:

"You are... from the Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu? You have such guts? Murdering an ordinary Count? Do you really think the Inquisition doesn't exist?"

"Since you have seen it, then..."

Before the short, bald man could finish speaking, Xia De interrupted him:

"I have a proposal. Although there is a silence charm here, how about we fight as quietly as possible? It's best not to use spells or curses, just fists and feet, and preferably not even fists and feet..."

The Fifth-Ring caster's life ring appeared for a moment; the Profane Spirit Rune 【Vine】 flickered with spiritual light. Vines, as if growing from the bald man's body, stabbed toward Xia De. Xia De immediately dispersed into a flock of butterflies, letting those vines weave through the butterfly swarm. The vines then stabbed toward Mr. Bernhardt like poisonous snakes; the latter grabbed those green vines, and the vines immediately wrapped around his wrists.

"Keep it down, all of you!"

Xia De emphasized again in a low voice, dripped "Bluegrass Extract" onto the tip of his tongue, and then took a step, arriving directly beside the bald man:

"Keep it down!"

The greatsword fell silently, the brilliant moonlight seemingly able to split space directly. But in the end, what Xia De slashed through were only a few vines. At the moment the moonlight greatsword was about to hit, the bald man actually swapped positions with the vines that were entangled with Mr. Bernhardt.

"No matter who you are, since you know the truth of this matter, you must die!"

The bald man said loudly, throwing a punch at Mr. Bernhardt, but the Seventh-Ring vampire Viscount grabbed his wrist in a backhand motion and slammed him onto the ground.

"Spatial Stabilization Aura!"

Xia De stomped his left foot hard on the ground to prevent the other party from swapping positions with the vines again, then raised his sword and slashed over:

"I told you to keep it down, didn't you hear me?"

The moonlight greatsword successfully slashed onto the other party's shoulder, but it did not, as Xia De had imagined, cut the man's shoulder off. Inside the skin, there were actually wriggling green tree vines. As those green vines burst through the layer of human skin, the chaotic vines swayed in the air like giant worms, spraying highly toxic corrosive liquid toward the surroundings, forcing Xia De and Mr. Bernhardt to retreat. The vines took this opportunity to dash to the door, and at a distance of five meters from the door, they aggregated back into the bald man.

"Magis, the Poison Vine of the Pantanal Pantanal Xiewu!"

Mr. Bernhardt finally recognized this person, then whispered to Xia De:

"The Church of Nature has a bounty of 3,000 pounds on him."

"Forget about the bounty for now."

Xia De said anxiously, looking at the door behind the bald man with some terror:

"I told you to keep it down, but you didn't listen. Now..."

The doorknob turned, and as the metal parts inside the door made a sound, the tightly closed door was pushed open.

A young lady with short, black shoulder-length hair, wearing a red dress inlaid with eye-shaped gemstone decorations, walked in from the doorway. Her high heels clicked against the floor, making a pleasant sound, and the hem of her skirt swayed with the wind, making her height appear even more statuesque. Her brows were slightly furrowed, but it did not affect her beauty that transcended ordinary people; her eyes were puzzled, but that could not hide the brilliance within her sharp gaze.

She looked to be about twenty years old, with a fair face and a beauty that made one's breath stop. If the beauty of Princess Margaret Anjou, whom he had met not long ago, was almost incomparable, then this lady who had entered and closed the door possessed a beauty that was definitely incomparable.

Miss Emma Sylvia, the Thirteenth Seat Great Witch of the Witch Council, arrived before the Outlander in an unexpected way on this afternoon of early winter, which was full of surprises. The vineyards of the southern capital of red wine no longer had the beautiful scenery of midsummer in this season, just like Xia De's mood at this moment, which was wrapped in bone-chilling cold.