The equipment carried out this time were, revolvers, skeleton wrists, silver rings, and a man...
Fintan looked at them both with an expressionless face.
Evelea looked equally dumbfounded at the inexplicable extra light bulb, and hastily pulled Eleazar to ask in a whisper:
"Who is this mongrel? Why did you bring him?"
"I heard you!" Fintan turned his head coldly.
"Oh? Transcendentals?"
Evelea narrowed her eyes.
"Sooner or later you evil remnants will go to hell!"
"What's the sequence for this big mouth?"
Evelea wraps her arms around Eleazar, her head snuggling gently.
"Castle sequence: knight."
"Wow, the path of justice~"
The witch looked up, asking him with her eyes what this was all about.
He was a Witcher and had no problem walking with the Knight, but being a Witch himself, he was never to be found by someone of such transcendent ways.
Eleazar takes her hand gently and smiles slightly.
The two locked gazes for a split second, and the witch dropped her heart.
"I owe this guy 15 million dollars, let's take him on this one."
Evelea blinked again, wondering if her ears were hallucinating.
Fintan sulked, "That's not the attitude you have about owing money!"
Eleazar smiled slightly, "Fellow Fintan, if anything happens to me, I won't be able to pay back that money."
"Tch, 15 million dollars, how many things must that buy, if it's gone all of a sudden, don't you think it's a pity."
It was a scene that Fintan did not dare to imagine at all.
He covered his head and said in horror, "Stop it! I will protect you with all my might!"
Eleazar nodded in satisfaction, but at that moment, he noticed some wetness on his shoulder again and looked down.
Someone, too, is dreaming of $15 million...
Shaking his shoulders, Eleazar didn't have the heart to say, "Hey, you don't have anything to do with this 15 million!"
The magical girl with shattered dreams deflated and looked up at the two, finally realizing what was going on between them.
Well, that knight is already a pathetic tool man to be manipulated at will.
Walking down the road, the witch thought silently.
"And how do I owe Mr. Prince something expensive?"
...
The trio collectively skipped their afternoon classes and made their way to the station.
"That place is called Tetra Town, isn't it?... Take the bus to Starbreeze City first, and then look for other means of transportation when you get to your destination..."
Eleazar pressed his brain, recalling the map he had just seen, and again showed remarkable memory.
Evelea nodded, "That's right!"
They then went to the ticket window and stood in line for a while.
"Starbreeze City, third class seats for three."
"Hello, that'll be 90 dollars."
Eleazar turned to the two men and said, "Thirty dollars a head, get the money."
Fintan didn't even move a muscle, and said quaintly, "I never cared about money, so I don't have a dime on me."
"OK, you owe me 30!"
"You owe me $14,999,970!"
"What about you!"
Eleazar, who had been whored out for 30 bucks, looked at the witch viciously.
Evelea very skillfully pulled out a wallet and took a $100 and handed it out.
"Count on me to treat you guys~"
"OK, you owe me a hundred!"
Eleazar splits and snatches his wallet.
After buying their tickets and going to the platform to wait a short while, they boarded the train again.
The wagon was so packed that even the aisles were full of people standing around.
Suddenly having a bad feeling, they rushed to their seats and were surprised to find that the seats they had paid for were already occupied by other people.
A couple of big-bladed men, all fleshy and menacing, even took off their shoes and curled a foot with a smelly sock over it to step on the seat, stoned on peanuts, laughing and talking arrogantly.
Evelea's mouth dropped as she looked at the smelly seat.
Eleazar gave the men a faint look.
"Makie 100 bucks, please settle your seat fees."
The six men stopped talking, turned their heads to look at him, looked at each other again, and laughed.
Fintan sighed and leaned in close to Eleazar's ear.
"Don't strike too hard, transcendental injuries are easily detected by the Church."
"Well, I'll watch my step." Eleazar picked up the tray on the crossboard and slammed it directly into the head of one of the bald heads, and that head exploded into a bloody mess, and a crisp clash of metal echoed through the compartment.
Not waiting for the five raging bullies to get up, Eleazar gave each another quick blow to the head, so fast that no one could even react to it, and even made the five sounds come together as one.
"Clang--"
When the surrounding people saw this scene, they had absolutely no desire to watch the scene, instead, they silently bowed their heads and left.
Eleazar stood in the aisle that was becoming empty, the metal trays knocked down one after another like gophers, no matter how much the men dodged, they couldn't avoid the attack of getting their heads blown off, and their legs didn't even have a chance to stand up straight.
"Don't... Fight, don't fight! We pay!"
A bully whose nostrils were beginning to bleed waved his hand wildly and begged for mercy.
The metal tray that had been dented and dented with the slightest hint of blood finally came to a stop.
Eleazar said calmly, "Pay up, a hundred each!"
"Go to hell!"
The villain who had gotten a chance to catch his breath, however, suddenly stood up and pulled out a dagger and quickly stabbed it.
"Ah!"
There were exclamations of surprise from nearby passengers who were watching the situation with their afterimages.
Eleazar drops his gaze and with a cold sidestep, the raised tray flips and swings down hard.
"Crack~"
The thrust was missed, the hand folded, and the villain let out a cry of dismay.
The tray swings back, blocking another punch, and Eleazar kicks the man back into his seat before slapping down hard on the other man who was about to do the deed, a head busted right through the tray, and the man looks like he's wearing an Elizabethan ring.
Without his weapon and not wanting to get his hands dirty Eleazar looks around.
The witch very kindly handed over another tray.
And in her hand, she was clutching a stack that she had just snatched from the stupid stewardess.
Eleazar took it, gripped the edge with both hands and snapped it forward hard, lassoing another head with a bloody head.
The men finally started to get scared and started to really beg for mercy, but Eleazar still had no problem lassoing all six men onto the plate.
Looking at Fintan's classmates, who seemed to be heading for the ride police, Eleazar said tersely, "Pay up, 500 each!"
A few of the villains who were still barely able to keep their wits about them wailed and wailed their faces off, "Where are we going to get that kind of money!"
"Hand over all the money you have on you."
The villains could not spare the money, but their faces just hesitated before Eleazar grabbed another plate and snapped it at the head of one of them.
"I give! I give!"
A ball of crumpled bills was placed on the tray, and Eleazar swept them up, handing them all, without even counting them, to the steward next to him, who wanted to talk some sense into the situation, but didn't dare make a sound.
"First class compartment, three people."
"Uh... Okay, right away for you!"
Fintan then arrived with the ride-along police and used the murder weapon on the floor as evidence before handcuffing the gang.
After a great deal of fussing, the three of them finally settled down in the first class compartment.
Fintan frowned at the two across from him.
"I'm going out?"