The Witch Hunter System - Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007: Aliyah Salamrut



Over at Marquis Salamrut's estate, Moonwater Soldiers and Fanghorn Soldiers formed two defensive lines, holding the angry crowd of civilians from hurting themselves against the spirit barrier.

At the same time, several higher-rank officers from the two armies ordered their men to control the crowd. It was not easy for the two armies to disperse the angry crowd in their incited state.

Boom! Boom!

Dozens of Knights continuously struck the sturdy spirit barrier in a bid to deplete its energy before ultimately breaking it.@@novelbin@@

However, the spirit barrier suddenly deactivated on its own, as if someone inside had willingly turned it off. The Knights did not miss the opportunity to dash inside the estate immediately.

The sight excited the angry crowd as they also wanted to follow the Knights to kill the scummy nobles inside. Unfortunately, they lacked the power to push past the line of trained soldiers barring their path.

"Stay back! It's dangerous here. Please return to your homes and wait for further news! This is not a place for you folks to be!"

"To hell with that! I want to kill some scummy nobles! Who are you to us?!"

Although the enraged crowd felt frustrated by the soldiers' obstruction, they didn't dare to engage in physical altercations with them.

After all, they were only angry, not insane. They haven't lost their shred of reasoning.

They understood the soldiers were trying to protect them. Still, they were just a mob with a lot of anger and not enough wisdom. They didn't know how else to express their dissatisfaction with the nobles.

Meanwhile, a large group of three hundred Fanghorn Soldiers poured into the marquisate estate, following the Knights.

The bloodied, maimed corpses of servants and guards littering the courtyard floor surprised them immediately.

After all, it did not look like the work of the Knights who entered before them. Instead, there were clear signs of infighting within the estate prior to their arrival. Moreover, the fight seemed especially fierce.

When the soldiers entered the inner courtyard, they quickly discovered the Knights fighting against a group of nobles-No, rather, they were trying to escort a young lady out while defending against Marquis Salamrut's noble family.

Even if the city had cameras installed everywhere, she could not have accessed all of them at any time to spy on the nobles' secret activities.

It already required tremendous time and effort to collect so much dirt on one noble. To do so for hundreds of them in the past few thousand years simultaneously was simply unthinkable for someone as frail as the young lady.

Whether it was her or her predecessors, Vaan figured they also received higher-level assistance from someone else someone with true authority in the city.

Vaan was certain of this once he looked into the young lady's background.

Her name was Aliyah Salamrut. She was the daughter of Marquis's seventy-third concubine, who died of poor health when she was five. Her mother was most likely another victim of the Marquis's whimsical depravity.

She was neglected as a child and did not receive any extensive education, especially not in the computer software and networking field.

As such, how she grew to become a master hacker on her own was questionable.

How did she even come to possess such an intricate setup in her basement right under the

Marquis's nose?

Although Vaan didn't believe Aliyah was the original mastermind, who collected all the evidence, he figured she knew who it was. As such, she was a valuable target he couldn't leave

to die.

Swoosh!

A wave of spatial power suddenly rushed toward the young lady, causing the escorting Knights to pale in horror as they imagined the worst.

"My Lord, please spare her!" the Knights cried.

However, they thought too much. The spatial power wrapped around Aliyah gently and brought her to Vaan's side, where she received his immediate treatment and care.

Marquis Salamrut quickly glared at Vaan's hovering figure in high air. Disdain and rage shortly flickered across his eyes.

"Little bastard, give that bitch back to me!" Marquis Salamrut bellowed.