Speaking of which, it seems that this kind of work can be taken on more......

Thinking of this, Jiu'er's mind suddenly came alive.

She turned to her two younger brothers and instructed, "If there is such a task in the future, it can be assigned to me first." I'm still free for the most part. ”

“…… Such a task? ”

The man asked cautiously.

"Anyone who can kill can do it. Even the transcendent is fine. ”

Jiu'er replied casually.

Anyway, her companions are coming soon, and if she encounters someone who can't beat it, it's time to open a recruitment......

Thinking of this, she chuckled out loud.

Like a little girl wielding a twig, she waved the tomahawk in her hand lightly. Heavy steel tomahawks rolled up in the air with a shrill whistling sound.

The two of them were so frightened that they subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing them like this, Jiu'er couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't be like this, I can't hurt you...... I have the number in my hand. ”

“…… You're talking about it, Miss. ”

The two of them suddenly looked bitter and replied in unison.

The two "little brothers" who were assigned to the wine are both elite employees of Gray Swan. They are physically strong, skilled in rifle and hand-to-hand combat, and have a general knowledge of stalking and counter-stalking, but they have no professional heritage.

But from Jiu'er's point of view, their combat power is about level seven to eighth. If you are armed with a firearm, you can even defeat a level 10 swordsman.

In street fighting alone, even the regular army may not be able to defeat them.

Their real task is to monitor Jiu'er's behavior at all times, make sure that she does not come into contact with other underground gang forces, and prevent her from doing things that do not use her brains or may damage the interests of the company...... These are normal duties.

And because of the size and age of the wine, they have an additional duty - responsible for scaring away, or forcibly driving away those who do not have long eyes, so as not to give the winers an excuse to go crazy and kill.

They can see it very clearly.

When Jiu'er kills someone, not only does he have no psychological pressure, but he even has a beautiful expression.

It wasn't the crazy smile of a bloodthirsty maniac enjoying the killing process, nor was it the joy of getting money after killing. It's more like sheer joy at accomplishing something important or winning in a game.

Rejoice purely for the sake of the killing itself.

…… It's horrible.

Even if they were gangsters, they wouldn't.

It's a monster!

And when they found out that there was no bounty or wanted on this eldest lady, they were even more afraid of her.

What does this mean?

It shows that she has been hiding her madness and crimes very well!

So the two of them trembled even more.

They had been taken to the bar the day before yesterday and given her some drinks—because they looked too young for the barkeeper to give her drinks—and after drinking too much, they became more irritable and complained about something they didn't understand...... What kind of exam, what kind of Annan, they once planned to run out and hide after paying.

But I don't know if Jiu'er saw their thoughts - she just stopped them and let the two try to shake their weapons.

They tentatively tried to lift the wine's weapon...... The tomahawk she was holding on to the table fell, nearly splitting one of them in half.

The tomahawk was more than a head taller than the wine, and the steel shaft was wrapped in a layer of shock-absorbing hardwood handles. The face of the tomahawk was bigger than the head of a wine.

And such a big thing, it's solid.

It was even treated by Annan, with rituals adding additional counterweights and hardening the blades.

In the army, this is at least a weapon that can only be controlled by a macho man who is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds. Just swing it down to the point where you can cut a person in half.

And the macho man uses this, and he has to use both hands.

But Jiu'er only needed one hand to lift the tomahawk and swing it like a whip - and she didn't even have any mental shadow about smashing someone's head with her fist, or skillfully cutting someone in the waist with an axe.

This makes the company's senior management not quite clear what Jiu'er's profession is...... Why is there so much power? Why is it so habitual and joyful to kill?

Is it a fallen executioner? Or an executioner?

Or the Red Knight's Scarlet Warriors?

It's all possible.

They weren't even sure how old Jiu'er really was.

There are even people in the company who secretly speculate that Jiu'er may be a transcendent who can transfer his own soul after killing people. Because there are transcendent beings who have this type of ability......

It also made them more afraid of alcohol.

But in fact, the berserker class is actually not rare.

It can even be said that it is quite common -

In the dueling arena, there are some berserkers; And on the battlefield there are many more. The Duchy of Winter produces a large number of berserkers.

Berserkers are generally characterized by bronze belts, a naked upper body covered in scars, and a lean but muscular body. And those curses that are like dried blood stains will be seared on their own torsos—and when it comes time to fight, they will skillfully tear through their own curses with one hand, and instantly go berserk.

And it's the kind of flesh that directly tears apart, exposing internal organs or bones.

They could never have imagined that a man with clean and delicate skin, delicate countenance, and no muscles in his whole body could be a berserker......

Rather, a berserker who is no different from an ordinary young girl in appearance, but has more than three times the strength of ordinary people, can be said to be a special profession in itself......

But at this moment, an old voice sounded:

"Oh, this young lady...... Is it convenient to speak now? ”

"Hey! Old man, you're not ......."

The two of them suddenly tightened their hearts, and turned around and shouted.

- This is the eldest lady they dare not provoke.

But when they saw the man behind them, their voices suddenly lowered.

It was an old man curled up in a pure black wheelchair like a shrimp.

He hung his head and wore a white hood that had yellowed slightly from time. His bare hands were covered in dull yellow, dry, inelastic bandages, and the bandages were covered with dense black runes that seemed to swim.

Like a mummy, it was filled with a dull dead air.

The old man chuckled under his hood, showing his yellow teeth like corpses, and tried his best to make a kind smile.

He repeated again, "Is it convenient to talk here, eldest lady?" ”

“…… Sorry, Your Excellency! ”

The two reacted quickly and immediately bowed their heads to the old man and apologized.

They know it very well.

In the royal capital, the last thing to offend is the "weirdos".

And the old man did not blame them either.

Or rather, the old man didn't look at them from beginning to end.

was watched by the old man, and the wine gradually straightened his face.

She cautiously tightened her grip on the tomahawk in her hand, loosened her coat slightly, and unbuttoned her long trench coat a few pieces.

This feeling of oppression......

Those two mortals probably couldn't feel it.

But the wine, which was already close to the silver level, could clearly feel his body trembling.

Just hearing a sound makes the body afraid.

The soul is coveting it...... Countless yin winds seemed to pass through their own bodies.

- Jiu'er knows this person.

...... seen from the perspective of Longjing tea Pope named "Bernardino Telesio", the false god "Bell Ringer".

A true gold-tier powerhouse.

The profession of "Spiritual Monk" is currently the only envoy.

"What's the matter?"

Jiu'er asked cautiously.

The old man smiled and asked in a low voice, "Are you interested...... Changing places? ”

“…… I'm living well now and don't need it for the time being. ”

You're sexual harassment.

Jiu'er was silent for a while, and then replied politely.

The old man shook his head slightly: "I didn't ask you." ”

"What?"

The wine was stunned.

The next moment, she suddenly felt an extremely strong, invisible cold wind penetrate her body. Then she suddenly lost the touch of her whole body.

She suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground—and when Jiu'er looked down, she realized that she was holding a tomahawk, and suddenly fell to the ground weakly, and then turned to black ash in the blink of an eye.

She became translucent, standing in a daze.

Around her, there were dozens—if not hundreds—of souls.

The human soul.

The soul of the centaurs.

The soul of an elf.

and - the souls of demons.

In Jiu'er's current vision, he saw another posture of the old man.

It was a kind old man with no hair who was only above the waist and had lost his hands, not so much "sitting" in a wheelchair as "sitting" in a wheelchair.

It looks like Professor X who was in a car accident......

Such a thought came to Jiu'er's mind.

"—I'm asking about your soul, Miss."

From the perspective of the soul, the old man's voice was no longer so hoarse and ugly, but warm and kind: "You are from another world, right?" I don't see the rest of your life...... You're still an immortal.

"Have you ever heard ...... term 'Book of Skywheels'?"

The old man's empty eyes flickered with pure white flames.