Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 116 113. The Employment of the Countess (Part 2) [34100]

   "What? Did you pick up a job for me?"

   Jiang Xia, who was "touching the corpse" at the edge of the forest, threw a blasted and tattered demonization gun aside, and said without looking up:

   "You didn't even ask my opinion, Huck, why are you so bold?"

  The cowboy standing beside Jiang Xia was a little nervous.

  Especially seeing the seven or eight dead bodies beside Master Jiang.

  The sense of crisis in his heart is even greater.

  Witch hunters who can be hired here are definitely good players, but seven or eight people gathered to attack, but they were all killed by the master without injury. This has once again proved the power of the master.

   "Master, good business this time."

  Huck pushed his cowboy hat, and sent a wooden box to Jiang Xia's side, saying:

  "The Lady Helford needed a powerful witch hunter to help her regain her ancestral property. For this, she paid a lot of money and also took out the demon weapon left by her father, who was also a master, as a reward.

  I saw the musket you used, the master. Although it is powerful, it is not a weapon to remove demons. It should be that the master lost his weapon when he lost his memory.

  But how can a master witch hunter have no weapons that match his identity?

  Therefore, I boldly took over the employment for you, Master. Look, Master, this is the payment paid in advance by the Lady of Haierford.

  A real boutique! "

"Um?"

   Jiang Xia turned his head and glanced at Huck, took the wooden box and opened it in his hand.

  The inside is filled with black velvet.

  There is a very delicate revolver. It is not the large-caliber revolver Jiang Xia uses now, but the very traditional retro type used only in the cowboy era.

  It is made into a silver-gray gun body and a grip made of ivory. It does not look like a murder weapon, but a handicraft.

   But as Huck said, this stuff is not ordinary.

  Jiang Xia took it out of the box and put it upside down in his hand. It was heavier than an ordinary gun. It had a special material. It was cut on a silver-gray gun and had scars invisible to ordinary people.

   is the unique "spiritual" of this world.

  There are similar nicks in many places of this gun, which are more complicated than those on Huck’s command knife. At least four different spirit effects are formed on the pistol.

  And the balance of this gun is perfect, and it feels very good in your hand.

"good."

   Jiang Xia looked at the gun, and his eyes revealed a touch of affection. Men like this violent thing.

  Especially when its violence and aesthetics are combined.

   "Forget it this time, ask me first before making a decision for me next time."

  Lao Jiang snorted, took out the matching bullet in the wooden box, put it in his pocket, stood up again, and snorted to Hacknu and said:

  "Clean up the corpse. Everything you find will belong to you."

   "Okay, master."

  Huck rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up, and he took Jiang Xia's movements and began to touch the corpse.

  These witch hunters who dared to provoke the master are dead. They don’t fear power, and it’s not a pity to die, but their materials can be collected for others who need them more.

  Huck, they just suffered a defeat, this will be the time when they need to replenish supplies.

   "By the way, the master, the Countess invites you to the carriage. She wants to talk to you about the specific matters of employment."

  The cowboy raised his head and said to Jiang Xia.

  The latter looked at the fearful gazes around him, shook his head, and took Su He Hanhan to the carriage. He put the newly acquired boutique in his hand and played with it.

   ignored the greedy and jealous gazes around him.

   "Sue, how did you get discovered? With your lurking ability, these nineteenth-century cowboys would never find you."

  Lao Jiang asked in the newsletter.

  Su, who followed him, calmly, responded with a communication:

  "They didn’t find it.

   is someone in the crowd. In their words, it should be a bloodliner. He or she seems to have a strange perception. I detected energy fluctuations.

   Then this group of cannon fodder rushed out to surround me.

   should be temptation. "

   "People in this era are really unfriendly, right?"

   Jiang Xia smiled and said to Su:

   "Anyway, it will pass along the way. Now that you have accepted the employment, it has become a competitive relationship. Be vigilant on the road. If there is still someone provocative."

"I know."

  Su replied that the fighters who fumbled in the wasteland knew how to respond to malicious temptations.

  This point does not need Jiang Xia to teach him.

   "My name is Jiang Xia. I come from the East. In your words, I am a master witch hunter."

  Jiang Xia stopped in front of the carriage, and said to the old butler who was waiting for him by the carriage, wearing a sulky tuxedo and meticulously combing his hair.

  The latter looked up and down Jiang Xia, did not answer, just made a gesture of asking.

  The carriage in front of me is quite big, full of western style features. On the side sliding doors, there are black window screens. As Jiang Xia stepped on the car, he immediately smelled the smell of perfume.

  In the carriage, on the green velvet sofa, opposite him, was sitting a girl in a black dress.

  Wearing a lady's wide-brimmed hat, there are feathers embellished on the hat, and there are light veils hanging down. She can't really see her cheeks, but she should be very young.

  Some weight loss, the skin is sickly pale.

  Have long black hair, which is draped softly on her shoulders, adding a bit of beauty to her.

The black dress on    is also the kind of puffy skirt worn by noble ladies, with a few layers of lace on the corners. This cumbersome dress represents the identity of the girl in front of her.

  A lady queen.

  I don’t know, this world is about to die, why do they still have the mind to engage in such fancy work as these titles.

  However, the Countess has a thorny sword dotted with rose flowers on her hand, which seems to mean that she is not as weak as she seems on the surface.

  The door of the carriage was closed by the old housekeeper, and the sound insulation was excellent. It cut off the internal and external sounds at once, so that the carriage was quiet and the light became dim.

"I'm."

   Jiang Xiagang was about to introduce herself, but was quietly interrupted by the girl opposite.

   "No, you are not!"

  The girl was also looking at Jiang Xia, she said in a soft, soft voice like a bird chirping:

  "My father is a master witch hunter. Although I don't have much memory of him, I still know the demeanor and behavior of a master witch hunter.

   and their thoughts and practices.

  You are not a master.

  You are not even a witch hunter, let alone a bloodliner. "

  The Countess lightly lifted off Jiang Xia’s disguise. The latter blinked and changed to a more comfortable posture. She leaned on the sofa, raised her legs, and said:

   "Well, I won't pretend, I really am not a witch hunter."

   "But you are great."

  The lady seemed very satisfied with Jiang Xia’s frankness. With her black gloved fingers, she brushed the thorn sword on her hand and said:

  "Uncle Saen saw with his own eyes that you alone, effortlessly killed seven or eight well-trained witch hunters, using some kind of powerful explosive.

  You are very good at fighting.

   is a great help for what I will do next.

  Father told me that any powerful force must be in awe. Therefore, I have no intention of exploring your secrets. I just want to hire you."

   "You have hired me."

   Jiang Xia patted the silver-gray pistol on her waist and said:

   "All the advance payment is given."

   "No, it's not."

  The lady shook her head and said:

   "I'm talking about real employment.

  It’s not a verbal agreement like those rude witch hunters. Although I am not a witch hunter, I don’t have to guess. I know what the outcome of hiring them will be.

  They will help me clean up the manor.

  But after the monsters are wiped out, they will start to kill each other for the ashes, until the final victor appears.

  The victor will take everything carelessly in the pool of blood that he has long ago. They want to fill it with hardship, and even threaten me and force me to give them more rewards.

  In this era when civilization does not exist and order is broken, these witch hunters who grew up in chaos believe in a crude concept.

  The strong is respected.

  To sum up, they are not good collaborators.

  I know, I'm looking for a tiger's skin, and I don't trust them.

  Never trusted.

  I don’t dare to hand over the real entrustment to them, it will bring death to me and Uncle Saen. "

   Jiang Xia tilted her head and looked at the lady in front of her.

  The next second, he quickly drew his gun.

  Use the silver-gray icy barrel to press against the lady's delicate chin, just pull the trigger lightly, and the girl in front of you will die.

  At the same time, as the car door opened, a gleaming thorn sword also hit Jiang Xia's neck.

  The old butler who looked weak before, his sword-holding hand was so stable that Jiang Xia didn't even see how he drew his sword.

  But the lady is very calm.

  She did not scream because of Jiang Xia's actions.

   "If you don't believe them, why do you trust me? Did you like me at the first glance? Girl."

   Jiang Xia asked, ignoring the stabbing sword against his neck. He moved his fingers and gently raised the veil of the Countess with the barrel, revealing the face of the Countess.

  Well, frankly, it's pretty.

  She has a pair of azure eyes, the beautiful face of melon seeds, which is standard for beauty, is a little thin, with a fragile amorous feeling on her face, and an abnormal grayish white between her eyebrows.

  She should be sick.

   is very weak.

   "Because I know who you are."

The Countess didn’t care about Jiang Xia’s frivolous behavior. She looked at Jiang Xia seriously and said:

   "I know too.

  What are you going to do when you go to the Helford family manor?

  To be precise, I know what you are looking for.

  My family has preserved the Star Gate for nearly a thousand years.

  That is what you are looking for.

  You are not from this world, you are from another world, as recorded in the handbook of my ancestors, a traveler in another world.

  There are various magical abilities.

  I saw the shining blue light of my manor last night.

  That's because you are here.

  It is exactly the same as the scenes of strangers from my ancestors.

  My father and I, even my grandfather, have always believed that travelers in another world are just a legend, but it’s true, right? Outsider. "

  "How can you be sure, it must be me?"

   Jiang Xia asked.

  The Countess covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. She raised her hand and said to Jiang Xia:

  "Let me introduce to you my Uncle Saen. He was my father’s deputy and the bloodline of the Haierford family from generation to generation.

  The most important thing is that he is a man of blood.

  His bloodline ability is listening.

  You can’t hide your fight in the forest last night. Actually, we set off so late today, just waiting for you to come.

  You can be trusted.

  If you have to choose one among the greedy local witch hunters and you outsiders, then I will choose to trust you without hesitation.

  It is recorded in the ancestor's handbook.

  The travelers in the different world have extensive knowledge and demeanor. It is said that you call yourself ‘Mozhe’, come from a powerful civilization and use a power called ‘Xianfa’. "

"Roughly the same."

   Jiang Xia curled his lips and retracted the pistol. He glanced at the old housekeeper who also retracted the stabbing sword. He said:

  "Tell me, for real employment, what do you want me to do for you? What can I get?"

   "As you see, a foreigner."

  The lady put down her veil and said:

  "I’m sick. It’s a family disease. The family that inherits from my matriline must get something from the manor to let me live, and that thing.

  Dangerous things are guarding.

  I hope you can get it for me.

  In return, I will give you the most precious thing that my father left before he left. "

   "Not enough."

   Jiang Xia shook his head, he didn't even ask what the pay was.

  He turned to look at the serious old housekeeper and said:

   "The queen's father is a master witch hunter. He has left so many weapons. He must be proficient in spiriting. I want that knowledge! That is the most precious thing.

  And the ashes of all the monsters in the manor, all belong to me. "

  "Spiritual knowledge is easy to talk about."

  The old butler finally spoke. He straightened the lace collar around his neck and said to Jiang Xia:

   "But those ashes, they have promised before, that the witch hunters themselves will get them all. If you want, you can talk to them first."

"It's ok."

   Jiang Xia grinned and showed eight white teeth. He said:

   "I will ‘chat’ with those witch hunters.

  After all, they all look reasonable. "

   "Well, a poor girl is about to die, and I can save her, why not? Your Excellency, right?

  This job, I took it. "

  (End of this chapter)