Chapter 113: The Employment of the Baroness (Part 2)
"What? You got me a job?"
Jiang Xia, who was "feeling for corpses" at the edge of the forest, threw aside a tattered demon-killing gun and said without even looking up:
"You didn't even ask my opinion, Huck, why are you so bold?"
The cowboy standing next to Jiang Xia with his head bent was a little nervous.
Especially when seeing the seven or eight bodies that were killed in the explosion next to Master Jiang.
The sense of crisis in his heart became even stronger.
The witch hunters who were hired here must be good fighters, but when seven or eight of them attacked together, the master killed them all without any harm, which once again proved the master's power.
"Master, this is good business."
Huck pushed his cowboy hat, handed a wooden box to Jiang Xia's side with a flattering look on his face, and said:
“Lady Helford needed a powerful witch hunter to help her take back her ancestral property. She paid a large sum for the witch and even took out the magic-killing weapons left by her father, who was also a master, as a reward.
I saw the musket you used before. Although it is powerful, it is not a weapon to slay demons. It should be that when you lost your memory, you lost your most handy weapon.
But how can a witch hunter master not have weapons that match his status?
Therefore, I boldly accepted this employment on your behalf. Master, you see, this is the payment paid in advance by Baroness Helford.
A real masterpiece! ”
"Um?"
Jiang Xia turned his head to look at Huck, took the wooden box, held it in his hands and opened it.
The inside is filled with black velvet.
There was a very exquisite revolver on display. It was not the large-caliber revolver that Jiang Xia was using now, but a very traditional retro type that was used in the cowboy era.
It has a silver-gray gun body and an ivory handle. It does not look like a murder weapon but more like a work of art.
But as Huck said, this thing is not ordinary.
Jiang Xia took it out of the box and shook it in his hand. It was heavier than an ordinary gun and made of a special material. There were also cut marks on the silver-grey gun body that were invisible to ordinary people.
It is a "spirit possession" unique to this world.
There are similar engravings in many places on this gun, which are more complicated than the ones on Hack's command knife. There are at least four different spirit-possession effects on the pistol.
The gun is perfectly balanced and feels great in the hand.
"good."
Jiang Xia looked at the gun with a hint of fondness in his eyes. Men all like such violent things.
Especially when its violence and aesthetics are combined.
"Forget it this time. Next time, ask me before you make a decision for me."
Old Jiang snorted, took out the bullets from the wooden box, put them in his pocket, stood up again, pursed his lips at Hack, and said:
"Clean up the body, and whatever you find will be yours."
"Yes, Master."
Huck rubbed his hands, his eyes shining, and he took over Jiang Xia's actions and began to touch the corpse.
Those witch hunters who dared to challenge the master are already dead. They had no respect for power and their deaths were not a pity, but the supplies on them could be collected and given to others who needed them more.
Huck and his men had just suffered a defeat, and now they needed to replenish their supplies.
"By the way, Master, the Baroness invites you to the carriage. She wants to discuss the details of her employment with you."
The cowboy looked up and said something to Jiang Xia.
The latter looked at the fearful eyes around him, shook his head, and took Su and Hanhan to the carriage. He played with the new treasure in his hand.
He also ignored the greedy and jealous eyes around him.
"Su, how were you discovered? With your ability to hide, there's no way these 19th century cowboys could find you."
Lao Jiang asked in the communication.
Su, who was following behind him, responded calmly via the communication:
“They didn’t find it.
It was someone in the crowd. In their words, it should be a bloodline person. He or she seemed to have strange perception, and I detected energy fluctuations.
Then this group of cannon fodder rushed out and surrounded me.
It should be a test."
"People in this era are really unfriendly, aren't they?"
Jiang Xia smiled and said to Su:
"We have to go there anyway. Now that we have been hired, we are in competition. Be careful on the road. If anyone provokes us..."
"I know."
Su responded that as a warrior who had fought in the wasteland, he knew how to respond to malicious temptations.
There was no need for Jiang Xia to teach him this.
"My name is Jiang Xia. I'm from the East. In your words, I'm a witch hunter."
Jiang Xia stopped in front of the carriage and said something to the old butler who was waiting for him by the carriage. He was wearing a sexy tuxedo and had his hair combed meticulously.
The latter looked Jiang Xia up and down, did not answer, but just made a gesture of invitation.
The carriage in front of him was quite large, full of Western style features, and there was a black screen on the side sliding door. As Jiang Xia stepped into the carriage, he immediately smelled the scent of perfume.
In the carriage, on the green velvet sofa, opposite him, sat a girl in a black dress.
She was wearing a lady's wide-brimmed hat decorated with feathers and a veil hanging down, so her cheeks were not very clear, but she must be very young.
He was a little thin, and his skin had a pale, sickly look.
She has long black hair that falls softly on her shoulders, adding a touch of beauty to her.
The black skirt she was wearing was the kind of puffy skirt with a waist that noble ladies wore, and it had layers of lace on the corners. This complicated dress represented the identity of the girl in front of her.
A baroness.
I don't know, the world is about to be destroyed, why they still want to do these fancy things like titles.
However, the lady had a rapier decorated with roses in her hand, which seemed to indicate that she was not as weak as she appeared.
The carriage door was closed by the old butler, and it had excellent sound insulation, instantly blocking out the sounds inside and outside, making the carriage quiet and the light dim.
"I am……"
Jiang Xia was just about to introduce himself when he was interrupted by the girl opposite him.
"No, you're not!"
The girl was also looking at Jiang Xia. She said in a low, gentle voice like a bird's chirping:
“My father was a witch hunter. Although I don’t have many memories of him left, I still clearly remember the demeanor and behavior of a witch hunter.
And their ideas and practices.
You are not a master.
You're not even a witch hunter, let alone a bloodline."
The baroness softly revealed Jiang Xia's disguise. The latter blinked and changed to a more comfortable posture, leaning on the sofa, crossing his legs, and said:
"Okay, I won't pretend anymore. I'm really not a witch hunter."
“But you’re awesome.”
The lady seemed very satisfied with Jiang Xia's honesty. She brushed the rapier at hand with her black-gloved fingers and said:
“ Uncle saw with his own eyes that you killed seven or eight well-trained witch hunters effortlessly by yourself, using some extremely powerful explosives.
You are good at fighting.
It is a great help for what I will do next.
My father told me that any powerful force must be respected, so I have no intention of exploring your secrets, I just want to hire you..."
"You've already hired me."
Jiang Xia patted the silver-gray pistol at his waist and said:
"The advance payment has been given."
"No, it's not."
The baroness shook her head and said:
“I’m talking about real employment.
It's not a verbal agreement like with those rude witch hunters. Although I'm not a witch hunter, I don't have to guess what the final result will be if I hire them.
They will help me clean up the estate.
But after the monsters are destroyed, they will begin to kill each other for the ashes until the final winner emerges.
The victors will take everything carelessly in the pool of their own blood. Their greed is insatiable and they will even threaten me to force me to give them more rewards.
In this age where civilization no longer exists and order is collapsing, these witch hunters who grew up in chaos believe in a barbaric idea.
The strong are respected.
To sum up, they are not good collaborators.
I knew I was courting disaster and I didn't trust them.
Never trusted.
I also don't dare to give them the real commission, because that would bring fatal disaster to me and Uncle Saen."
Jiang Xia tilted his head and looked at the lady in front of him.
The next second, he quickly drew his gun.
He placed the cold silver-gray gun barrel against the baroness's delicate chin. With a light pull of the trigger, the girl in front of him would be killed.
At the same time, the car door opened and a gleaming sword was pressed against Jiang Xia's neck.
The old butler who looked frail before now had an unusually steady hand holding the sword. Jiang Xia didn't even see how he drew the sword.
But the baroness was very calm.
She did not scream because of Jiang Xia's actions.
"If you don't trust them, why should you trust me? Did you fall in love with me at first sight, girl?"
Jiang Xia asked, ignoring the rapier against his neck. He moved his fingers and gently lifted the baroness's veil with the barrel of the gun, revealing the baroness's face.
Well, to be honest, it's pretty beautiful.
She had a pair of azure blue eyes and a standard oval face, but she was a little thin, with a fragile look on her face and an abnormal grayness between her brows.
She must be sick.
Very weak.
"Because I know who you are."
The lady didn't care about Jiang Xia's frivolous behavior. She looked at Jiang Xia seriously and said:
“I know that, too.
What are you going to do at the Helford family estate?
Exactly, I know what you're looking for.
My family has preserved the Star Gate for nearly a thousand years.
That's what you're looking for.
You are not from this world, you come from another world, as recorded in the notes of my ancestors, a traveler from another world.
There are all kinds of magical abilities.
Last night I saw the blue light shining on my estate.
That's because you're here.
It was exactly the same scene as the one recorded by my ancestors about the appearance of strangers.
My father and I, and even my grandfather, always thought that the traveler from another world was just a legend, but it's true, right? Outsiders."
"How can you be sure it must be me?"
Jiang Xia asked.
The lady covered her mouth and chuckled. She raised her hand and said to Jiang Xia:
“Let me introduce you to my uncle Saan. He was my father’s deputy and a descendant of the Helford family.
Most importantly, he is a bloodline.
His bloodline ability is eavesdropping.
Your fight in the forest last night could not be hidden from my uncle. In fact, we set out so late today just to wait for you to come.
You can be trusted.
If I have to choose between those greedy local witch hunters and you outsiders, I will choose to trust you without hesitation.
It is recorded in the ancestors' notes.
Travelers from another world are knowledgeable and very graceful. It is said that you call yourselves "Mozhe" and come from a powerful civilization, using a power called "Xian Fa". "
"Roughly the same."
Jiang Xia curled his lips and put away his pistol. He glanced at the old butler who had also put away his rapier and said:
"Tell me, real employment, what do you want me to do for you? What can I get in return?"
"As you can see, stranger."
The Countess dropped her veil and said:
"I'm sick. It's a family disease inherited from my mother's family. I must get something from the manor in order for me to survive. And that thing...
There are dangerous things guarding it.
I want you to get it for me.
In return, I will give you the most precious thing my father left behind before he passed away."
"not enough."
Jiang Xia shook his head. He didn't even ask what the specific reward was.
He turned his head and looked at the serious old butler and said:
"The baroness's father was a witch hunter master, and he left behind so many weapons. He must be proficient in spirit possession. I want that knowledge! That is the most valuable thing.
And the ashes of all the monsters in the manor belong to me."
"Spiritual possession knowledge is easy to say."
The old butler finally spoke. He adjusted the lace collar around his neck and said to Jiang Xia:
"But those ashes have been promised before. The witch hunters will own them if they get them. If you want them, talk to them first."
"It doesn't matter."
Jiang Xia grinned, revealing eight white teeth, and said:
"I'll have a 'chat' with the witch hunters.
After all, they seem to be very reasonable people.”
"Alas, a poor little girl is dying, and I can save her, why not, my lady?
I'll take this job."
