I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 84 - 84 079 The Predicament of the Witch Hunter Knights

?Chapter 84: 079 The Predicament of the Witch Hunter Knights Chapter 84: 079 The Predicament of the Witch Hunter Knights Just moments before, Lin An had narrowly escaped the relentless pursuit of the Witch-hunting Knights.

The next moment, however, he was about to willingly walk right into the presence of those fearsome and vicious people.

This feeling…

Was somewhat exhilarating.

Lin An quickly took a shower, nimble in his movements; as he reached for clothes in the wardrobe, he took the chance to place the spare key next to the water droplet.

Peering through the droplet, one could vaguely make out Chen Shuyun curled up in a corner, hugging her legs.

It was quite fortunate that Chen Shuyun had hidden in the “Water Mirror World” this time, instead of directly in the wardrobe as before. It seemed she hadn’t heard all those words spoken by the young boss, which otherwise would’ve been troublesome.

He must be more mindful of this next time.

Lin An’s expression flickered as the eagerly itching young boss beside him, scratching his head and ears, urged him to leave home.

Night fell deeper and darker.

The car sped swiftly on the outskirts of the city, turning onto the national highway, driving for a while before finally arriving at an old industrial area near the Yunlu Mountain Range.

Following the main road of the old industrial area and turning a few corners later, they arrived at the entrance of a slaughterhouse.

After parking, the young boss led Lin An along the somewhat old walls of the slaughterhouse, toward a factory building in the deepest part.

Looking somewhat helpless, he pointed to the slightly rusted iron door of the factory building, “This door is broken and won’t open; you’ll have to take me through Purgatory (Red Light World).”

“I don’t want to call Mr. Cao and the others to let me in; every time, I have to endure their cold taunts and heated ridicule.”

“An? An? What are you daydreaming about? You should be able to see a door; just pull me through it, and we’ll be fine.”

Lin An was indeed stunned.

In fact, he had been stunned ever since their car approached this area.

The slaughterhouse looked unremarkable on the surface but was actually enveloped in a red glow.

The Witch-hunting Knights call this Red Light World “Purgatory.”

In the heart of the Red Light Purgatory World, a grand hall overlapped with the factory building deep within the real slaughterhouse.

The design of the hall was peculiar.

It resembled the skeleton of a giant deer lying on the ground, with its ribcage, made up of pale ribs, being as large as the factory building itself.

Jet-black crystal stones filled the gaps between the ribs, leaving only a grand door at the very top of the ribcage.

What shocked Lin An the most was the long spine of the giant deer rising into the sky, topped with a deer skull which sported an exceedingly exaggerated pair of antlers.

“Heh heh~ isn’t it amazing?” the young boss said on the side, sizing it up with his arms crossed, “Actually, there’s nothing inside. When I was a kid, it was still a slaughterhouse.”

“After my dad passed away, these uncles just gobbled up any Sorcerer Zombies they caught, never turning them into the organization to be distributed as needed. This place has unwittingly turned into a spot for chatting and shooting the breeze~”
Lin An stared blankly at a factory sign next to the door, a pale bone with black letters inscribed on it—Sorcerer (Witch) Slaughterhouse.

Dragging the young boss with him, they ascended the steps into the rib-walled vestibule. In the real world, one could see the young boss walking straight through the rusting iron door.

Before they even entered, a rough and deep voice carried over, “It’s infuriating! Infuriating! He just slipped away right beneath my eye!”

The young boss raised his eyebrows at Lin An, silently snickering with a hehe, signaling for him to follow inside.

Moving forward, a dodecagonal conference hall appeared before them, with bronze doors closed along its perimeter. Beast claw-shaped lamp holders adorned the walls, with flames spouting from cauldrons held in the palms of the claws.

In the center surrounded by an open space, there were twelve chairs of various shapes. Above each chair, a silk banner hung from the ceiling bearing names like “Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin…”

The young boss pointed out to Lin An, “You’re going to sit behind Mr. Cao later. I need to sit at the ‘Yi’ Branch side. Since I am not yet a ‘branch-spokesperson’, I’ll also be sitting at the back but close enough so we can sit together.”

From a distance, there were people seated in the chairs at the front of six branches, with only a plump young woman sitting behind the “Wu” Branch—that was Doctor Zhang’s daughter, as the young boss explained.

“Tch~”
Looking at the empty scene, the young boss clicked his tongue with a meaningful air, shook his head without saying anything, and silently walked with Lin An to a spot behind Professor Cao of the “Jia” Vein.

The Witch Hunter Knights, evidently aware of their arrival, paid them no mind.

“He’s just toying with us!” the middle-aged man with a rough voice stood in front of his chair, hands on his hips, his face filled with annoyance as he ranted, “Relying on his powerful witchcraft, he treats us like kites he’s playing with!”

“Do you understand kite flying? Positioning, positioning, this Lu must be very familiar with it, he’s a game developer.”

And it really is quite apt.

Very apt, indeed.

Lin An viewed the battlefield from above through the ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes,’ controlling his body as he moved around, indeed feeling like he was dodging between monsters in a soul-based game.

This man was none other than that witch-hunting knight wielding a chained hammer, dressed in military green camo pants and a tight tank top, showing off his solid muscles.

Lin An looked on from a distance, his expression strange.

Because he had learned belly dancing from “Thirteen Supreme Rope Skills” videos based on the organization’s learning materials, and it was taught by this very same Zhuang. (Chapter 51)
Being in such close contact with these witch hunter knights, especially in a place named ‘Sorcerer Ghost Sorcerer Slaughterhouse,’ which made him quite tense, indeed felt a bit odd.

But it was exactly this close contact that allowed Lin An to sense the unique aura of the witch hunter knights, so very different.

If the wizards he had encountered mostly seemed a bit neurotic, those in front of him now gave off a spooky vibe, like arhat statues enshrined in a temple, eerily lifelike.

Professor Cao sat with his legs wide open like a warrior, his thick and long arms resting on his knees, sitting as immovable as a tower. Silent and still.

Doctor Zhang was half reclining in his chair, with his elbow propped on the armrest and his palm supporting his face, an everlasting smile on his lips.

A gaunt figure in traditional robes squatted on a chair, arms curled into his chest, his face showing sorrow as he hung his head, deep in thought.

One by one, they were like statues, giving off a ‘vivid and lifelike’ feel.

Only the manager and the genial smiling older sister standing behind Doctor Zhang made him feel as though there were only three people in the room.

No, two and a half.

Because just looking at Doctor Zhang’s smile and then his daughter, the genial smiling older sister, Lin An could not help but feel a sense of horror.

Most uniquely, all of these people wore golden wire glasses; although the styles varied, each one of them was adorned with a pair.

Zhuang was still seething with anger, muttering, “A witch with a ‘ghost face,’ a wizard with a ‘ceiba tree,’ nice, now there’s even a black cat added to the mix, the witches get stronger day by day, us witch hunter knights of Shenhou City will soon become the laughingstock of others!”

This statement obviously struck a nerve with many people, so others chimed in.

“We need to think of a strategy, it’s not just these three, there’s also an eyeball witch monster we haven’t found yet…”

“Damn, life’s become unbearable!”

“If you ask me, we should first take out that ‘ceiba tree’…”

“…”

The manager turned his head and leaned in, whispering to Lin An, “In the Supernatural World, individual might is concentrated in one’s self, a powerful transcendent represents the ability to provide protection for the weak, and can quickly maintain a force.”

“The witch with the code name ‘ghost face’ is the president of Shenhou City Witches’ Association, she’s upheld the framework for our city’s wizards, sheltering the ‘Witches’ Gathering’ organization.”

“The wizard with the code name ‘ceiba tree’ has upheld the ‘Mad Warlock’s Hollow’ Organization.”

“These two wizards are currently the targets of the witch hunter knights, but witchcraft is so elusive, sometimes it’s difficult to locate them.”

“With the existence of these two wizards, the traces of wizard activity our city detects have noticeably increased.”

“What they’re actually angry about is not being fooled, but the concern that the appearance of the ‘black cat’ will lead to another wizard organization cropping up in the city.”

“What everyone’s really worried about isn’t being laughed at; if wizard activities become too frequent and we in Lu Jiao can’t handle it, other witch hunter knight factions could use the pretext of assistance to invade our turf.”

Lin An blinked but kept silent.

‘Ghost face’ must be Chen Xinmi, a powerful wizard that could suppress sorcerer zombies, obviously a tricky opponent for the witch hunter knights.

And the Tree Hole Organization actually has an equally strong wizard, no wonder the witch hunter knights seem so frustrated and agitated.

The manager’s face showed a mix of pride and desolation as he whispered, “The former leader of the ‘Witches’ Gathering’ and the president of the Wizard Association were a couple. They were killed by my dad, leading everyone to clean both organizations up… ”
“It hasn’t even been that many years…”

The witch organizations are reviving, and the witch hunter knights, seem gradually declining.