Chapter 16 Street Girl
'Rooftop Seven' bar, Abranach 6th District.

As the area with the richest nightlife in Abrana, the Sixth District adjacent to the aristocratic area is as lively as a city that never sleeps every night.

Even many young nobles like to come to the Sixth District at night, either to enjoy the lively atmosphere in bars or to watch the dancers in strip clubs.

Fitch staggered out of the bar, with a crooked hat on his head and reeking of alcohol. He was looking for a carriage that could be rented and was ready to go home.

At this moment, Fitch's attention was suddenly attracted by a lady standing on the street corner in the distance.

She stood in the bright moonlight, wearing a conservative long dress like a nun's uniform.

The girl stood quietly with her two snow-white hands folded in front of her. Her cold temperament was out of place in the noisy street.

Fitch licked his lips, and under the stimulation of alcohol, with lust in his head, he staggered towards the corner of the street.

Judging from the position where she was standing, she looked no different from those street girls.

In Abrana, or in major cities, there are always some women who want to make money quickly, or some ordinary ladies who can't make a living, and they choose to make money in this way.

It's not like Fitch had never met a street prostitute before, but this was the first time he had seen one with such a temperament.

If it were a normal situation, he might be too embarrassed to ask the other party, in case the lady was just waiting for her friend here and was a serious person.

But under the stimulation of alcohol, people always do some extraordinary things that they would not dare to do under normal circumstances.

When he got closer, Fitch saw that the other person was wearing a black hat with a translucent veil hanging down, covering half of his face.

But just seeing the girl's snow-white skin, moist red lips, and the cold eyes that were faintly visible behind her veil made Fitch's breathing quicken.

She is truly a rare beauty, and judging from her temperament, she looks like a lady from an aristocratic family.

He boldly approached and tried to strike up a conversation, "Beautiful lady, it's late at night, are you waiting for a friend?

Although the safety of the sixth district is guaranteed, it is better for you to be careful when traveling alone, ma’am."

Lamia just glanced at the other person coldly and said lightly: "Two hundred loti per time."

"what?"

Fitch thought he had heard it wrong, but after he realized what was going on, he was overjoyed.

Just as I guessed, this woman is here to sell herself!
Although the price of two hundred loti is a bit exaggerated, the high price makes it seem real. If the other party asks for too low a price, he would suspect whether there is a magic trick involved.

Well, this woman should be a lady from a noble family. Her family must have gone bankrupt, and she chose to sell herself in order to maintain a decent life.

When she has earned enough money, she will use her beauty to find a nobleman who is just right for her and marry him.

There are honest people among the nobles!

Fitch just wanted to whistle, and he could afford two hundred loti.

If it weren't for his status and unwillingness to stay with someone for a long time, coupled with his limited money, he would really want to keep such a noble girl as his mistress for a month.

"Ma'am, are you going to go home with me, or go to an inn with me? You know, there are many such inns in District 6."

Fitch couldn't wait to say that he felt he was really lucky today.

"I have a room."

Lamia said coldly, then turned around and asked him to follow.

Fitch didn't care about the other party's indifference, and even thought it was better this way.

When she gets to bed, let’s see if she can still stay this cold.

Or maybe, she has too little experience and is shy?
Just as Fitch was daydreaming, he suddenly found himself following the woman to a dark and deserted road.

There are no gas lamps on the roadside here. It is silent and eerie.

However, the woman who was walking forward with her back to him brought Fitch an inexplicable fear.

Fitch, who was being chased, suddenly became alert. Before he could say anything, Lamia suddenly stopped and said calmly, "As a mage, you actually got yourself drunk."

Fitch sobered up immediately, took two steps back, and shouted, "Who are you?"

"Swish, swish——" He was about to cast a spell when the bricks under his feet suddenly shattered, making him unstable.

From the soil under the stone bricks, thick thorny vines suddenly broke out of the ground, spiraled up in the blink of an eye, and tightly bound Fitch's body.

The vines were thick and strong, like a strong man's hug, and Fitch, who was tied up by the vines, felt that his bones were about to break.
He cursed inwardly; the alcohol had indeed paralyzed his brain, and he was a beat slow in casting his spells.

But there is no other way. In order to avoid being hunted down and adapt to his new identity, he chose to use this method to make others have a wrong perception of him.

After all, no one would have thought that a wizard would be addicted to alcohol.

But before people can form this cognition, they have already harmed themselves.

He quickly wanted to use the first-level spell 'Mage Armor'.

Almost all wizards, whether they are from the school of conjuration or not, will learn this spell.

The mage's body is too fragile at a low level and can easily die suddenly, so he must always protect himself before attacking.

Only when you are alive can you have output!

"silence!"

Just then, a hoarse, mature female voice came from Fitch's ears.

His eyes widened and he found that he had temporarily lost the ability to speak!
As a low-level wizard, Fitch has too many spells to learn, and it is impossible for him to practice every spell to a high level.

Now, any spell he cast required the coordination of magical gestures and language. After he was silenced, he couldn't use any spell at all!
Fitch watched as a pair of twin women in their thirties walked out of the shadows. Their faces were painted with colorful oil paint, and they were wearing long robes and headscarves, looking very strange.

"Woooooo (witch)!"

There was horror in Fitch's eyes. He didn't know what he had done to provoke the Witch Cult.

"Witch Fire!"

The other witch looked disdainful.

She used witchcraft again, and Fitch's heart, forehead, carotid artery and other vital parts were all burning with faint blue flames.

These blue flames will not cause any harm, they are a curse, cursing the next attack to hit successfully!

"Whoosh————"

"Whoosh————"

Two crossbow arrows shot out from the night and were attracted by the "witch fire" at an extremely fast speed. One of the sharp arrows pierced Fitch's heart, and the other pierced his kidney.

As a low-level wizard, Fitch's body was not much different from that of an ordinary person. When an arrow pierced his vitals, he made two "ho ho" sounds and opened his mouth, then he completely lost his life in unwillingness.

Although the wizard was powerful, he had no ability to resist the sneak attacks of a warlock, two witches, and two wanderers of higher levels than himself, and was killed instantly.

The mage is an extraordinary profession that can be fearless and even crush everything only when the number of levels is high enough.

Camille and Allen jumped down from the beam nearby. For wanderers, even if they are not professional thieves, they are all thieves hiding from the sky.

Camille walked over to Fitch's body and smiled at Lamia, "I told you this method would work. Look, he was fooled."

Lamia gave him a cold look with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes, which made Camille feel the hairs on his body stand up. He subconsciously took defensive actions to prevent a sudden attack from the witch.

As the first task assigned to her by Deya, Lamia did not dare to slack off for fear of accidents. So she followed Camille's advice, disguised as a street girl, and lured Fitch into an ambush.

However, even though she accepted this method, it does not mean that she agrees with it.

As the master is, so is the servant.

But this half-elf seems to be doing it on purpose. What is he trying to test me about?
The witch frowned slightly.

Camille didn't care about the witch's disgust. This was Deya's idea to test whether the witch was dedicated and willing to accept bad advice.

Camille was willing to take the blame for his master.

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