I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Most of the previous fellow adventurers were sexually repressed and often verbally teased Sheila, including Claire.

Now that their identities have been exposed, it's no wonder that Xila is chattering and complaining about them here.

Poor adventurers!

Claire smiled bitterly, listening to Sheila's complaints that seemed to be venting after a crisis, then turned around and touched Raziel's soft white hair, "Are you okay?"

"Um......"

She looked a little downcast, as if she felt she hadn't been of any help.

"I'm still too weak."

Claire consoled him, "You've done very well."

During the conversation, a noisy sound came from the side. Xila said "hmm" and subconsciously took out her spear. When she saw the scene over there, she put it down again.

A short adventurer said excitedly, "Everyone, come and see! What did I find?!"

Claire looked over and saw that it was the dead Death Slave!

Good guy, I thought he would be blown into pieces by my own iron fist, but I didn’t expect the remains to be intact, with only a big hole in the chest.

"Big Sister Clay!"

"My name is Claire."

"Oh! Big sister, look, if we bring this corpse back to the capital and present it to the emperor, won't we get a lot of gold coins?" the short adventurer said excitedly.

Claire pondered for a moment. The poor merchant employer had long since been reduced to ashes in the aftermath of the attack by the adventurers and death slaves.

This trip was in vain.

However, if the remains of the Dark Slave were sent to the capital and sold, not only would the money be recovered, but huge profits could also be made.

Raziel also nodded vigorously. She was not excited about the big gold coin, but about the corpse. Her bright eyes never left the remains of the corpse.

"That's right. We're almost in the capital anyway, so we can't make a wasted trip." Xila agreed.

"Ok."

Claire had now become a powerful figure in the Hollow Spirit. According to the adventurer classification, she was already an S-class super adventurer. Coupled with her courage in staying behind, a group of B-class and A-class adventurers had become loyal followers and showed great courtesy to her.

"Big sister, are you in need of a bootlicker?" An adventurer codenamed Fat Cat came over with a licking face.

"Get lost! Love yourself! As a man, you shouldn't bow down to a woman!"

The remains of the Bearded Knight and other victims were found on the battlefield, and a new grave was built there.

"This is his nameplate. I will take it back to Loma and give it to his family." An adventurer said sadly.

There were also unlucky merchant employers and other non-combat logistical personnel, such as chefs and maids, who had turned into pieces, and it was almost impossible to find a complete corpse on the battlefield.

Everyone had no choice but to make tombstones according to the number of people, and wrote on them: A group of Crow merchants from Loma City, a total of 35 people, were buried here.

Some adventurers who knew the maid's name carved her name with their swords and filled it in. The only exception was the uncle with excellent cooking skills, whose name was unknown, so they had to give up.

"What should we do with these goods?" An adventurer suddenly pointed at the goods on the carriage and asked abruptly.

"This is the employer's property. It's not right for us to take it."

"Our employer is dead, so we have failed. If we take his belongings again, how can we survive in Loma in the future?" Xila glared.

The other adventurers nodded in agreement.

Claire said, "Send the Buddha...er, send the God to the west, then let's escort him to the capital. Didn't Clau say he has a contact there? Once they get there, it's none of our business."

"As for his death, it was just bad luck that he encountered the monster that came down from Hengduan Mountain."

......

No accidents happened along the way, but passers-by found it strange to see a group of adventurers tightly guarding a coffin.

Although there are no chefs or other logistical staff, the lowest level in the team are B-level spirit-calling adventurers, so it doesn't matter if they don't eat or drink.

In addition, we passed by several inns along the way that specialized in serving adventurers and replenishing supplies, so it was smooth sailing.

Finally, after enduring hardships and sleeping in the open air, they arrived at Yarde, the capital of the Kingdom of Carlisle, on the eighth day.

This is an ancient Western-style city with a strong sense of history. It is located on a fertile plain and surrounded by rolling hills.

When you step into Yarde, the first thing that catches your eye is the majestic and magnificent city wall.

The city wall is built of huge stones. It has experienced the baptism of wind and rain, but it is still as strong as before. On top of the wall, there stands a majestic tower. Countless Holy Knights hold lances, and the flags in their hands flutter in the wind, making a rustling sound. They stand on the tower and coldly watch everyone who enters the city.

"As expected of the political center of the Kingdom of Carlisle... It feels so serious." Claire sighed.

Sheila must have been here many times, right? Claire glanced at her furtively.

However... before, Raziel used magic to attack the Death Slave. Many people saw it at the time, and he even used transfer magic in the end. Although they were fooled by the special "martial arts" at the time...

Is it really okay? Even the most uninformed adventurers from this country wouldn't be unfamiliar with how magicians fight, right?

As if sensing something, Sheila saw the nervous expressions of Claire and Raziel, then looked at the solemn Holy Knights on the city wall and said,

"...I know you're a bit mysterious, but adventurers never betray their companions. Besides, you saved our lives. We're already comrades in life and death."

The words were not spoken loudly, but all the adventurers present heard them and their faces turned solemn. The short adventurer, named Frank, said,

"Big sister, don't worry. I know you're demons... but this actually has nothing to do with us adventurers. We usually treat the words of the Holy Church as bullshit."

"Right, right, right! The Holy Church also advocates abstinence and prohibits drinking! They are nothing!"

"Ha ha!"

Everyone laughed, and Claire and the other two finally felt relieved.

After entering the city, the contact was found. The street merchants learned of Claude's death, and were moved and praised the adventurer's actions.

"What to do next?"

"Send the wreckage directly to the palace?" asked Raziel.

To be honest, this is actually a bit dangerous, because we don't know if the Holy Church has the means to find the magician.

Xila said, "This must be your first time in Yarde. I have a few recommended places for you to visit. As for the wreckage, the others and I will take it to the palace to meet the emperor. If you reward me with gold coins, I will bring them back."

"Well, thank you. Sheila, you are a good person."

The girl with the red ponytail blushed, "Go quickly, we'll come back to find you in the evening. Don't go too far."