Vera didn't care at all about the direct attack on Yin Na just now.
Not to mention feeling embarrassed or guilty.
As for Bulqueso...he didn't do it himself because he did it just to save Vera's face.
If he hadn't seen that Vera was already behind Yin Na, then Bulcaisuo would have been the one who launched the attack.
As for Natsubo... although this guy is not weak at all when fighting head-on, he rarely likes to fight face-to-face.
"Keep drinking?"
Natsubo shook the wine bowl.
"Then continue.
Although Johanna is still young, the title 'Johanna' is not young at all.
The earliest Johanna should be able to date back to the time when Volusk was still alive.
She cannot be defeated, at least not by an Inaris."
Vera put the dagger back.
Then he sat on the ground again.
"I still feel like there's something wrong with Inaris."
Bulcasso frowned, he was a little worried.
"Quickly put away your style of being the strong and taking on everything!
I remember when I first met you, you were even behind Madoc learning his fighting methods."
Vera looked sideways at Bulcasso and said.
"Madoc went to bed too.
I followed him and observed him for several days, and then I realized that that bastard knew the outcome of the battle before it started.
It’s even accurate to the point of knowing how to make moves!
Don’t you think this is cheating?”
Bulcasso looked at the two old guys sitting on the ground, and after letting out a long breath, he also chose to sit down.
"Battle prophet, right?
That guy had that ability when he was a teenager.
But I'm still curious why he never accepted your challenge?
Ordinarily he should know whether he can defeat you.
I remember you were not strong at that time."
Vera asked curiously.
She only asked after Madoc had fallen asleep forever.
"I asked him this question.
He said that he had never defeated me in the 'future' he had seen.
Obviously at that time, he could kill the elite demons alone.
At that time, it would take me a long time to kill a warrior team."
Bulcaisel shook his head, obviously not intending to delve into the answer to this question.
This question was a problem at the time, but as Bulcaisel pieced together Uldyssian's identity from other people's mouths bit by bit, he got an answer.
Most likely, the situation that Madoc foresees will not involve Bulcaisel as his opponent.
After all, the barbarian prophets only received the blessing of Inaris.
In the eyes of Inaris, Bulcaisel and Uldyssian are probably the same thing...
"Well, let's have a drink.
You have to drink at least three jars of wine before doing anything else.
It was a rare time for just the three of us to get together and drink.
Without the noisy Li Min, there is no silent Sonya.
Not to mention Johanna who just looked at us like a drunkard!
It’s a great day!”
Natsubo pretended to be very happy and shouted.
In fact, only he knows whether he really thinks such a party is great.
“Is the sky a part of nature?
If it doesn't count, it's normal.
But if the sky is also a part of nature, then how dare Yin Na stand in front of me?"
Bulcaisel took out the black bread he had taken a bite of before and took another bite.
It made a sound like wood being broken...
"You ask us this question?
Doesn’t the natural authority rest with you? Why do you ask us!?”
Vera glared at Bulqueso angrily.
She always felt that Bulqueso's question was like showing off.
"It's like you mastered the commandments and a small piece of hatred and then understood all these powers!
I didn’t see you wiping off Mephisto’s neck with a dagger.”
Bulquesso took the wine jar and filled Vera with wine.
"The problem is that your nature is much more complicated than my commandments.
The more complex the authority, the more powerful it is, isn't it?"
Vera's gem-like eyes flashed red.
Witchers are considered to be the type of Nephalem who prefer demon blood.
It's just that she doesn't have a ferocious transformation that's very close to a demonic form like a barbarian.
The only demonic characteristic that can be seen in the demon hunter is probably the occasional red light flashing in his eyes.
"Then you can ask Tyrell whether justice is pure or complex.
I think this thing is really hard to explain.
Maybe you can also ask Natalya?"
Natsubo smiled, holding the wine bowl and putting the drink into his mouth.
At this time, it seemed that he was a little stronger than before.
"Your ghost child was killed by Inaris?"
Bulcaisel glanced at Nazebo with some surprise.
"Well, it should be considered that he was killed by Johanna and Inaris together.
As soon as they went out, they stepped on Johanna's caltrops.
Then they were dragged along on a war horse by Johanna who didn't notice them...
The body was worn away by the thorns.
It feels a bit like grinding wasabi powder on a stone.”
The corners of Natsubo's mouth twitched twice while speaking.
His army of ghost babies are not the kind of guys who can easily take a beating.
The most powerful thing about these little guys is their cursed attacks.
To be continued...