Chapter 157 The Secret of Wolf Howl

The lieutenant looked at Ian's accomplice angrily.

"Is this the quality of your service?"

Rabbit Ace loosened his arms and stood in front of Ian: "Sorry, but don't look at him like this. He is very serious about his work. Last month, he was in charge of real estate transactions for the firm in Sasha City. It was just bad luck. He was frightened there and became like this now."

Clayton's hand holding the memo trembled.

"What did he go through?"

"The last employer harmed his team badly. It was suspected of a family honor murder. Our detective had to protect the employer under the coercion of the enemy, but she later attacked our young man and planned to cover up the family scandal. This betrayal caused several of our companions to die. Can you imagine this kind of thing?"

Ace was still frightened when he mentioned this. With the help of the Sasha City Government, they were able to enter the Kules family's house to collect the bodies of their colleagues.

Part of the wreckage showed that they did not die at the hands of the enemy, but were attacked and eaten by the employer without any preparation, which also prevented the subsequent cooperation between the firm and the Holy Grail Society.

The firm can not want the lives of its employees, but it cannot force its employees to not want their own lives.

Employers without credibility are also not accepted by the industry.

Without the Holy Grail Society, the local Presbyterian Church can also be their partner.

The brown-haired Robin Hood nodded and added: "Ian's brother was killed by his employer. If he had not been resting in the guest room of the government building at that time, he would probably have died there."

When Clayton heard that the events he was familiar with and personally participated in were portrayed in another way, he was filled with mixed feelings.

It sounds like some of Detective Hook died at the hands of Athena Prug, but he did not continue to pay attention to the subsequent results, so he did not know how much content the other party had forged in order to retell this incident. Perhaps Ian's brother was dying in his hands.

This possibility made him alert and he did not want to get close to this young man again, because continuing to get along with him was also a test of his conscience.

"That's enough. I've heard enough reasons. I can do the rest myself. The agreed fee will be paid tomorrow, but only half, because he has only done half of the work." He said coldly, then turned and left, as if he was not touched by what they said at all, and was the kind of person who was unkind in society.

Just then, something went wrong with the testing process in the square, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

Clayton stopped and looked for a while again, and knew that it was meaningless to stay, so he left the square without any nostalgia.

Julius stood on the street in the center of the town, next to the bakery.

Because of the martial law, there were only him and Clayton on the huge street. It was not surprising that Clayton could find him so quickly. Even after the weakening of the alien curse, the werewolf's sense of smell was still easy to do such a thing.

"You're back so soon. Did the werewolf trial process make you bored?" He turned his back to Clayton, holding his new discovery in his hand and studying it non-stop.

Clayton paused for a moment, and his tone remained steady.

"No, but if the silver they used to test was fake, that would be another matter. Their doctor had a hand injury, so he applied sulfur ointment on the wound. As a result, the silver did not change color after contact with sulfur. Now they are not happy."

Julius still did not look back: "It seems that martial law will not end soon."

"On the contrary, the locals will maintain martial law for at most two days, otherwise they will not have enough wood to burn." Clayton took out Ian's memo and shook it: "I got the clue from Detective Hook, and we will go directly there tomorrow. In addition to this, I have another question for you."

"Ah, I guess you must be talking about the fact that I can recognize you without using my eyes."

Julius is happy to show his superiority to others: "I released my psychic eye, which is the crystallization of highly concentrated spiritual knowledge. The invisible psychic eye is not affected by light, and you can see things around you even if you close your eyes."

He explained it clearly, but Clayton had studied related content in order to dispel the curse after killing Athena, including the part of spiritual knowledge.

The lieutenant said calmly, "I know this, it's not the question. What are you looking for with the spiritual vision eye now?"

The mage was a little embarrassed, but this was not enough to disturb his interest. The new discovery was enough to dilute this unhappiness.

"To be precise, I have found it. Now it's the identification stage."

He turned around and showed Clayton the object in his hand. It was a conch that was half the size of an adult man's palm. Its shape was like a horn, and the shell seemed to be made of enamel. The whole body was crystal yellow. The sharp corner at the top of the spiral had been broken at this moment, and about one-third of the length was broken.

"Have you heard of the 'conch that records the sound of the tide'?"

Clayton certainly knew the rumor about the phonograph conch, but he didn't expect to see it here.

His yellow wolf eyes stared at the conch. It had no spiritual energy and didn't look outstanding at all.

Clayton picked up the conch and put it to his ear. Nothing happened. He saw that Julius's face seemed to be holding back a smile.

"If you have something to say, just tell me."

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Then let me remind you again - the culprit that makes the street so bright."

The lieutenant looked at the conch again, but still couldn't see the strangeness of this little thing. There was only a fresh riverside smell.

Regarding the legend of the gramophone snail, it is generally believed that you need to get closer to hear the sounds it records. Therefore, he failed to react immediately.

Julius spread his hands: "But I'm not sure how this strange object got here. It may be a prank of a spell caster, or it may have been living here a long time ago and was affected by your bad luck. Inspired by the natural environment.”

"But don't expect me to explain this clearly to the locals. They will definitely not lift the martial law, nor will they listen to my explanation. They will only understand that I am a wizard, and it was my fellow wizards who manipulated all this, and then they will regard you as me. tortured with his accomplices - even though you were."

"Actually, the status of village witches is very high. You live in Sasha City and are considered half a local. If you are willing to provide some services for free."

Creighton tries to explain to Julius that witch hunting is a stereotype, but he is unwilling to take the risk. Can't blame him, the town patrol told them to hunt wizards, and the first look was always impressive.

The lieutenant did not dare to declare that he was responsible for the dangerous incident caused by doing so, so he had to give up.

"By the way, what was your original problem?" Julius asked after adjusting his breathing.

The lieutenant casually put the conch into his pocket and sighed: "I was just a little skeptical at first, but your news confirmed my suspicion just now."

"What guess?" Julius had an ominous premonition.

"I thought someone was blocking contact with the outside world," Clayton said.

Although the street they were on was bright because of the fire, most of the windows were dark, and the crowd was still concentrated in the church to listen to the priest's golden words, so no one could hear their conversation.

When this conjecture was thrown out by the lieutenant, Julius's expression twisted-because of the nonsense of this conjecture.

"I think you are thinking too much. This small town is simply the most shabby place I have ever seen. It is not profitable at all. Who would want to do this? And" he paused and found a stronger basis: "Didn't the people from the military and the church just come here? They also took the initiative to search for converts here. If there is anything abnormal, they should have discovered it earlier than us."

"Don't be superstitious about authority, that's all I can say." Clayton used his own life experience to refute the mage: "I have been a part of them, so I can tell you that they often do things more poorly than you think. "

Julius lost interest completely and crossed his arms: "Then I'll just pretend that you are right."

Creighton was noncommittal about the young man's attitude: "You might as well think about what means of transportation are available for us to leave the town now."

This sounded worth arguing. The mage rolled his eyes and quickly got the answer.

"Don't they still have donkeys?"

"All those who can pull carts have been taken away by the priest." Clayton said: "Now there are only old donkeys and some bad-tempered cows left. Instead of counting on them, you might as well think about yourself starting to exercise and run from now on." Is it still too late?”

This information was all obtained by asking while he was carrying the wounded. As for the fact that Julius didn't ask for information even though he didn't have to do anything, and still knew nothing about the situation in the town, he didn't know. I feel very surprised.

"Hell, can't the locals have more animals that can pull carts?"

Julius became furious. He realized that the two of them had to rely on luck if they wanted to return to Sasha City at a normal travel speed. Either the people working in the city rented a carriage and came back, or the local priest could hurry up. After finishing the work, bring the donkey back from the town.

In response to his complaint, Clayton replied: "The town is right on the river, and the water-powered mill runs day and night without any expense. They don't need to keep so many donkeys and horses."

Under the orchestration of doom, everything makes sense.