The old woman took back her dagger and placed the needle on the ground. She picked up the bottle and rubbed it on her body before handing it back to the priest.
"Good job," Ferry nodded, "Drag him out and dispose of him."
"Yes," she replied in a hoarse voice, dragging the body without the slightest effort, completely unlike a dying old woman.
"My Lord, do you believe what he said?"After the manager left, Priest Shattrath asked, "The caravan and the witches are mixed together, and it is also under the orders of the Lord of Border Town. If I remember correctly, isn't the Lord the 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon?"
"Whether it is true or not, we will have to send someone to check it out," Ferry said with a serious face, "But I think it is unlikely that he is lying. As long as you look at the wall, you will be able to notice the movement of the fugitives. If he wanted to fabricate a lie in exchange for the Holy Elixir, he would at least have to fabricate something that is difficult to verify. "
"I will immediately send someone to check it," the priest said while bowing.
"Go, if you find any news, immediately report it to me."
Ferry slowly walked to the table and sat down, playing with the Holy Elixir in his hand. These refugees were already in his pocket, in order to control their movements and prevent them from escaping, after the spread of the demonic plague, he instructed the Dreamland Water to send rats to mix with the refugees and spread the news that the Church was about to come to their rescue. As long as they endured for a few more days, not only could they obtain God's redemption, they might even be accepted by the Church and become a part of Graycastle. As for the hidden rats, most of them were infected with the demonic plague, in order to exchange for the Holy Elixir, they would certainly spare no effort to work for him.
If the rat's information was correct, this group of people had been transporting the fugitives since at least yesterday, and according to their posture, it seemed that they would not stop until all of them had been transported away, which was equivalent to seriously hindering his plan.What was more serious was that they were in cahoots with the witches, Ferry believed that the one who could cure the demonic plague must be a witch.
"My Lord, the bodies have been disposed of." The old woman quietly walked into the secret room, "Has another fallen person appeared?"
"Nine out of ten," Ferry said in a low voice, "and there may be more than one."He paused, "There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to disguise yourself in such an ugly appearance, it is annoying to look at."
"Yes."
She bent down, and then there was a crackling sound from her body, as if all the bones in her body were rubbing against each other. Her figure grew rapidly, and her white hair turned black in the blink of an eye. Her wrinkled and saggy skin gradually tightened, becoming tight and elastic again. Time seemed to flow in reverse, and when she stretched her body again, she had become a beautiful woman.
"This looks much better," Ferry smiled with satisfaction, "I remember that this man is … the one who was hanged at the city gate?"
"Yes, my lord," she nodded. "Of the four of us, you spent the most time on her."
"You really … know how to please me." The priest smacked his lips. "But Shattrath will probably be back soon. There isn't much time." He suppressed the emotions in his heart. "And those fallen ones still need you to deal with them, just like in the past."
"Leave it to me, my lord," the other side bowed and said, "I will not let any of the fallen witches go."
About a quarter of an hour later, Shattrath returned to the secret room. He first looked at the witch, and then reported to Ferry: "My lord, the camp of the fugitives outside the West City Gate is indeed missing a lot of people. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to see clearly in the dark, so I let my men carry torches to go down and look around. Many of the tents are empty. However, there is no light in the dock area, so it is not clear whether the caravan is still stationed there or not. As for the witches … "
"There is no need to check," Ferry interrupted, "Since the other side dared to transport the sick fugitives, the information from the Rats should not be wrong. In this way, this group has at least two witches, one to monitor the situation from the air, and the other to eliminate the demonic plague. Especially the latter, they are a huge threat to my plan, so they must be stopped. " Now the other side was still outside the city, in case they brought the witches into the city and openly treated the infected citizens, then the Holy Elixir that he had promoted would become a joke!
"So what should we do?" The priest asked, "Send the Army of Judges to capture the witches?"
He shook his head, "This is King's City, not the Holy City of Hermes. The Church only has more than 20 Army of Judges, if we send them out, who will maintain the order when the medicine is distributed tomorrow? Moreover, if the number is too small, in addition to alerting the enemy, they won't be able to play any role. Even if we can defeat the mercenaries, I'm afraid the witches will have already escaped. " Because it was King's City, the Army of Judges responsible for guarding the Church was only maintained on the scale of a few dozen people, otherwise, the King would not be able to sleep if there was a garrison of several hundred people.
"Then … should we write a letter to the Holy City and ask the Bishop to send reinforcements?"
"By the time the Army of Judges arrives, I'm afraid the fugitives will have already left." Priest Ferry sneered, "Moreover, to deal with a group of mercenaries, we don't need the Church's elite to come out, let's leave this matter to Dreamland Water."
"Leave it to the Rats?" Shattrath was startled.
"At least they have a large number of people, so they can surround the pier in advance and then swarm in. How many Rats do you think a mercenary without armor and with a wooden spear can deal with? "He asked.
"Probably two or three people."
"Therefore, they can only deal with two hundred people at most, while Dreamland Water can gather more than a thousand thugs. Of course, these brave and ruthless dregs may not be able to match the formation of a team of Judges, but they are more than enough to crush a group of mercenaries without armor. "Ferry stood up, "Take my words to Fierce Teeth Tanis, give him one day to gather people, the more the better, and tomorrow night we will start. Don't reveal that there is another way to cure the demonic plague, and don't say that it is to deal with the witches, just tell him not to let a single person escape. The reward is a whole box of Holy Elixir, if he wants to evade or prevaricate, tell him that in the future, he can forget about the poppies and sleeping ferns from me. "
"But the witches … what should we do?Especially the one who can fly in the air. "
"She won't be able to fly forever, and the Rats won't be able to end the battle in a short time, or … their role is more to attract the attention of the other party." Ferry walked to the witch's side, reaching out to stroke her face, "As long as the Faceless One finds an opportunity to sneak into the camp, the result will be no suspense."
Through touch, she could completely disguise herself or others as another person. Moreover, not only her appearance, but even her figure and voice could be perfectly replaced. Moreover, even the God's Stone of Retaliation couldn't remove it. This kind of ability was simply impeccable for an assassin. It was precisely because of this that she became one of the few witches that the Church had specially trained.