Chapter 71: Death of the Witch
The witch’s steps were unsteady, and she couldn’t stand firmly. My full-force desperate charge immediately sent her off balance, and she fell to the ground. Then, a sharp pain shot through her right hand; that was from my bite.
“Bastard! Let go! Ah!” The witch was in so much pain she couldn’t even cast spells. She desperately tried to wrench her hand free, but I held on tightly. No matter how she hit or shook me, I wouldn’t let go.
At this moment, blood flowed into my mouth. What I felt was a sweet taste, and my mind was once again filled with a frenzied appetite. I wanted to devour the witch.
“Cough, cough, cough!” Jayad fell from the wall, clutching his throat and coughing incessantly. He managed to take a deep breath, then turned to see me and the witch rolling on the ground, entangled. He desperately picked up the knife that had fallen on the ground and charged toward the witch.
“Get lost!” At this moment, the witch finally conjured an invisible hand and slapped me. I felt an intense pain in my waist, along with an irresistible, immense force.
I was forcefully flung away. But even with such excruciating pain, I still didn’t let go. This caused the witch’s right hand to be directly torn by me, with a piece of flesh ripped off and bleeding profusely.
After rolling a few times on the ground, I hit a corner and stopped. Dizzy, I saw Jayad had already rushed in front of the witch, raising his short sword high.
The witch tried to raise her hand to cast a spell again, but she suddenly convulsed. From my perspective, a large amount of blood energy burst from her body. Was it a spell backlash due to failure?
Regardless of the reason, the witch couldn’t cast another spell before Jayad brought down his sword, stabbing her chest.
Jayad didn’t give her a chance to resist further. He repeatedly pulled the sword out and stabbed in, repeatedly stabbing the witch’s chest. One stab, two stabs, three stabs, four stabs, five stabs, six stabs…
He stabbed more than a dozen times. Blood gushed out, dyeing his hands, face, and cloak a deep blood red.
“Enough! Older Brother Jayad, stop quickly!” I placed my hand on Older Brother Jayad’s shoulder. His state made me a little scared.
Hearing my voice, Older Brother Jayad slowly lowered his short sword. My voice trembled slightly as I said, “She’s already dead. There’s no need to keep stabbing.”
To be honest, I was also scared. This was the closest I had ever been to a murder scene, and killing her also counted as my contribution. However, if we didn’t kill the witch, Older Brother Jayad and I would have been in mortal danger.
I endured my fear and checked. The witch was indeed completely dead, with no breathing or heartbeat. The witch who had been rampaging at the execution ground just now died like this at the hands of two poor children, although she was in a weakened state.
At this time, many people’s voices could be heard from outside the door. This was the slums, and the commotion from the fight just now had already attracted the attention of the poor people.
This was bad. If they came in and saw the witch dead here, the consequences would be unimaginable. Especially the Inquisition. When it came to witches, they definitely wouldn’t care if someone was innocent; they would definitely interrogate all involved personnel.
I was already thinking that if they saw us, I would tell them the Lord of the City had placed a high bounty on this witch. Then, while they were fighting over the witch’s corpse, we could take the corpse to claim the reward, and together with Older Brother Jayad, dig up the gold coins and leave the city.
With the capabilities of the patrol in this era, they basically wouldn’t be able to find us once we were outside the city. At worst, we could find a rural village to settle down first, and then plan for the future, such as… the path of the witch.
I thought of many plans, but Older Brother Jayad calmly walked out of the cave, covered in bloodstains, and looked at Bartholomew’s subordinates, smiling and saying, “Nothing happened. Everyone, don’t worry.”
With him covered in fresh blood, how could he say nothing happened? Was he lying to our faces?
