Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 589: 591 Psionics

Chapter 589: 591 Psionics

Chapter 589 591. Psionic Master

Hello, boss.

Dakley first greeted the hotel owner.

The Sintra family showed a reserved and resistant expression. Although they bowed in return, they were obviously not sincere.

Oddly enough, when Darkley had no job before, when passing by this kind of hotel, if conditions allowed, he would chop off the boss's head and have **** with the boss's wife or their daughter.

After the incident, kill the person and then burn the hotel down.

But after becoming a commander, he began to be willing to obey the rules.

Just like now, not only did he not cut the boss's throat with the dagger in his boot, he didn't even question him too much.

On the contrary, there is always a smile on his face that can comfort and soothe.

Just occasionally lament in my heart.

Alas, if it were not prohibited by the policy, taking such a group of thugs to the bordering countries, raping, looting, killing and arson, wouldn't it be like returning to the youthful days. Alas, if the policy allowed it, that would be great!

Dakley's eyes glanced at the men he brought with him.

Andres Verny, from Redania in the north, is a murderer. Stigward, a pirate and renegade from the Skellig Islands. Dade Vargas, the ruthless assassin who came from who knows where.

The names of these people are not important. Anyway, if Darkley had not wanted to expand his contacts and recruit people, he would not have bothered to remember the names of these scum.

They all look alike, as if they were cut from the same mold.

This does not refer to appearance, but actions, demeanor, temperament, etc.

Once you kill more than five people, there is no difference.

Same movements, same gestures, same speech, manners, dress and temperament. There was also the same look in his eyes, silent and cold, lacking in energy and as calm as a snake.

Even if they commit heinous atrocities, their expressions will not change at all.

And being able to gather this group of people who are skilled in killing and ruthless in doing things is why Darkley is valued by the big shots!

Dakley was bored as he dealt with the hotel owner and his wife's perfunctory remarks, waving his hands behind him.

Finally, a woman in the five-person team turned around with a chuckle, pretending to be admiring the interior decoration of this shabby and dirty country hotel.

Joanna Serborne.

A beautiful lady who is defined as a first-class psionicist in the Empire.

Psychics are the Empire's term for individuals who are born with psychic supernatural abilities.

As for the first type of psionicist, Joanna has telepathy, telepathy, coercion, and precognition abilities under hypnosis. But it does not have the telekinesis ability that can affect the physical world.

The whites of her eyes began to dilate until the pupils were almost invisible.

Invisible spiritual power penetrated into the brains of the hotel couple, passing through the scalp, skull, and cerebral cortex.

At this time, if you are a wizard, a demon hunter, or other people with chaotic magic, you will be able to clearly feel the feeling of foreign objects invading your mind.

Those with advanced skills and extensive experience can even counterattack easily.

But unfortunately, the hotel owner and his wife are just ordinary people. They don't even realize that their memories are being reviewed.

There was no bloodshed, not even fights or threats.

In the eyes of the hotel owner, Duckley just took the people for a tour and then left without any entanglement.

When they got outside, the five of them got on their horses and started trotting on the avenue, then Darkley asked Joanna.

Tell me what you saw?

The psionicist casually wiped the two lines of nosebleeds he had shed with his elbow. "It's not worth much. The two of them first encountered a group of local gangsters that day, and then our people arrived. The gangsters didn't agree with him, so he drew his sword and chopped them all."

Dakley nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

He naturally knows the level of the people he recruits.

More than a dozen people without heavy armor, this is almost a legend to the common people, but for his men, it can only be said to be normal performance.

Afterwards, the couple was locked in the hut the whole time. The only information they could provide was their voices.

In their impression, there was frolicking outside first, and then two people seemed to arrive. After a period of silence, the ping-pong-pong started.

Just two people?

Just two people.

Dakley frowned and asked Joanna to confirm, and received a positive reply.

And when those two men were slashing with our people, they made a sound of sword blades clashing like raindrops. Their swords were hard and fast.

"That shouldn't be the case." Darkley shook his head, "What if they did meet two demon hunters? There is a warlock in the team? The magic of the demon hunters is nothing in front of the warlock. They can't even let go. Where do they have the advantage to be able to deal with three good swordsmen?"

"I don't know about that. The owner of the hotel only knows this much, so I told you everything."

Joanna shrugged.

"Let me tell you." Behind the two of them, the strong man Skellige interjected with a grin, "How about we catch up and take a look?"

"Our people were killed after killing a few rats that came out to look for supplies. This shows that the two demon hunters did not go on the road alone. They must have wanted to lead people out of Sintra. Give me the map and action records, I can guess which way theyre going to go next.

After hearing this, Darkley turned around on horseback to face the strong man, looking up and down.

This is him recalling this persons resume.

This guy once participated in the empire's battle to suppress the rebellion in Nasser, and was a member of the former Jemoran suppression army.

Ah, those are really a group of ruthless and creative people.

Can you guarantee that your guess is correct? Can you allow us to stop in front of them?

Its very simple, my lord. The strong man grinned, revealing his blood-red gums.

People who are fleeing dont have so many choices to make. They can only choose the least bad option among those who are already about to die. And these choices are obvious to me.

Under the strong man's statement, Darkley patted his thigh and made a decision.

"Then leave it to you. Stop those two people and let me see what they are like."

His eyes looked as if he were choosing dishes at the dinner table.

Sir Vatier has given us so much support, and if there are not a few heads of sufficient weight to send to us, he will probably not be in a good mood.

And if Vatier is in a bad mood, he will not have to do his job as commander.

When you get benefits, you have to show value.

Dakley was wide awake.

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