The Witch's Old Church.

When talking about this word, we have to mention the legend of the Eternal Night Witch.

"The Witch of the Eternal Night, Tisara."

Simon narrowed his eyes.

Empires, major kingdoms, principalities...even the classics of Shangsen people have recorded... people who did exist.

Some people say that the Eternal Night Witch is a person who is familiar with the past and the future.

Some people say that the witch of Eternal Night is wise and intelligent enough to shake the four pillar gods.

It is said that the Eternal Night Witch has a beautiful face, and every beauty is enough to make people forget their breath.

Her supreme knowledge can degenerate devout believers, and her thousand-faced beauty can make the noble knight forget to breathe.

Yes, it means literally. According to legend, those who have seen her face will subconsciously forget to breathe and cannot move their sight...

As long as she exists in this world, the entire continent will be turbulent and fall into a permanent night, without seeing the light and daylight. This is also the origin of the title of Eternal Night Witch—

"It's so great to blow..."

Simon shrugged, with a bit of sarcastic taunt in his tone:

"But in fact, in the end, I was destroyed by the four pillar gods, and then I left you, the group of people who believe in the old witch sect, to cause trouble for me every day. This may be the trouble of the rich, it's really funny."

Is it really funny enough?

What kind of ridicule is this?

Lolina felt a little confused.

But soon this puzzled expression turned into gloomy and calm.

She first took out the bones and peeled them from under the dining car in front of Simon, and then asked in a cold tone:

"How did you know who I am?"

"Oh? After I learned of your identity, I didn't launch an attack on me directly? Aren't you afraid that I would call the guards outside in?"

Regarding Simon's words, the old witch just licked her lower lip charmingly with Lorina's face, her eyes full of fanaticism and madness:

"The Witch said in the Scripture that the unknown has questions but cannot get an answer, which is a sin in itself."

She smiled distorted again as she said:

"Besides, it's enough for me to kill you more than ten times within the time the guards arrived."

A twisted and crazy laughter ejaculated from her mouth. She pulled the face that originally belonged to Lorina, her eyes were bulging, and a dazzling flush appeared on her cheeks.

"Ahhhh...My Lord Witch... Please give me blessings, please give sinners God's punishment!"

She cried and burst into tears.

Seeing her crazy performance, Simon did not make any statement.

What else can I do?

He has had more than once dealing with these fanatical witch old churchgods, and he has been disgusting in their way of praying...

To be honest, I'm used to it, and there's nothing good about being with a bunch of psychopaths.

Simon couldn't help but shake his head.

If you want to talk about what he wants to do most now... it is undoubtedly the guy in front of him raised his hand and pressed him to the ground and beat him up, but Simon couldn't do this.

Because he doesn't know martial arts at all.

That's right, if he knows martial arts, he still needs Paul's protection? He raises his hand and kills people by killing people by the gods, and the Buddha's block will kill Buddha.

So Simon is very uncomfortable now.

Very uncomfortable!

Besides, if the other party had only one person, she would dare to break into this heavily guarded mansion, she must have had her outstanding features.

Plus her Lorina's face... If Simon read it correctly, it should be the effect of the deformation potion made by Lorina's flesh and blood. Ordinary human skin masks simply cannot reach that level.

From this point of view, the other party should still have a very high degree of proficiency in the potion refiner.

If we can continue to train players... let them help themselves get that thing... we will not be as passive as we are now.

But... there is still a chance.

At least the other party gave him time to answer and speak.

Simon's thoughts were unchanged:

"Then I really want to write more about your magnanimity, but it is not so difficult to analyze if you guess your identity."

"Oh?" The old witch let go of the palm that was tearing her face, and the false face smelled an unpleasant smell, and the bloody pieces of flesh squirmed and rolled down from her face.

Seeing her intriguing appearance, Simon said calmly with his eyes:

"Observe and then draw conclusions, it's that simple."

"Oh? You mean, my disguise is flawed? But I have swallowed the deformed potion, whether it is smell, appearance or sound, it should be similar to this little girl-"

"But that's just 'appearance, similar voice'."

Simon waved her hand and interrupted her voice calmly:

"The factors that make up a person are not just appearance, voice, subconscious small movements, speech and other aspects, these are not similar by imitation."

"It's like a mother can recognize her child no matter what. The more familiar the person she is, the more she is."

As he said, he quietly touched the drawer handle while his palm.

"Oh?" The old witch monk became interested. She stared at Simon with a stern look, and her rotten face made a clear and pleasant sound:

"But even if you say that, you should be a very familiar person..."

She sneered and said jokingly: "Can we, the Lord of Gray Moon, pay so much attention to a little maid around us..."

Her words stagnated at this point.

Because she found Simon looking at her calmly.

I remember that the nobles who were assassinated by her would always peel off their usual high skin before they died.

Either kneel down and beg for mercy, or you are in a state of trembling, screaming loudly...

The lord who always remains calm...there is only Simon.

Combined with what the other party just said—

The old witch was inexplicably frustrated.

Did Simon really notice his maid's condition on weekdays?

How is this possible?!

The maid is just a simple maid.

The nobles can treat them as playthings, but they can observe them like Simon...? This is simply impossible!

If it was true as Simon said, the old witch could even imagine...

If this assassination failed, how difficult would it be to get closer to Simon?

Thinking of this, she trembled all over and could no longer contain her boiling murderous intent.

Bang!!!

His body rushed out, like the most sensitive ape!

The dazzling knife and the bone-clearing knife in the hand stabbed Simon's eyeball and heart respectively!

But--

"You're talking too much!"

Simon couldn't help but use the language of the Red Stars of the Natural Scourge.

Yes!

If he were this old witch, he would have crushed his bones and ashes, and even arranged the coffin clearly.

Unfortunately, the other party is not him, and he will not let the other party arrange himself.

Simon shakes the scroll hidden under the drawer.

"The Divine Scroll of the Earth Mother Church?!"

The old witch's eyes shrank, and her body twisted and she was about to avoid it-

Bang!!!

The bricks on the walls fly!

The white silk is stained with blood!

Huge...the huge bloody cast iron execution hammer fell!
To be continued...