Chapter 166 The Bounty on the Tomb Robber

When they walked back to the hotel, Chude Osmar was standing behind the unrepaired second-floor railing smoking, and he showed a surprised look when he saw their miserable state.

"Green-haired man!"

He turned around and shouted, calling Julius out.

Clayton took the already asleep Donna upstairs, let her lie down on the bed in the room, and then asked Julius to close the door and mix the potion.

Julius spread his coat on the table, and accurately took out the glass bottles he wanted from the complicated pockets and arranged them in case of emergency.

"What the hell did you do?" He asked angrily while tidying up. "Someone got hurt after going out for a while, and the one who got hurt was this girl?"

"It was just an accident, we'll talk about it later when we have time." Clayton answered him.

The uncle covered his forehead in annoyance and paced back and forth in the room.

After a while, Julius got the finished potion through complicated techniques. He walked to the bed with the bottle in his hand, and his eyes saw the revolver in the arms of the sleeping girl.

"You used the gun but it didn't work?" he turned around and asked.

Clayton stopped and looked haggard: "We didn't use it, and it's broken."

Julius fed Donna the potion, then gently pulled the revolver out of her arms, checked the barrel in a very dangerous posture, thought for a few seconds with a gloomy face, and finally said something Clayton couldn't understand,

"If she hadn't become like this, I would have thought you were teaming up to play tricks on me."

"What do you want to say?" Clayton was in no mood to beat around the bush with him now.

Julius glanced at him: "If she didn't tell you, then I have no right to tell you."

Clayton looked at Donna's sleeping face and tried to lower his voice:

"What is this rule?"

Julius didn't care about the volume. He returned to the table, stuffed the bottles and jars back into his pocket, and put on his clothes: "This is not a rule I created out of thin air, but a principle that your niece and I abide by. If you want to ask clearly, I suggest you wait until she wakes up."

The wizard fastened the last button and turned to look at Clayton.

"However, I don't recommend you to say it here. The reason is not convenient to explain, but it is related to what I just found out."

This almost said everything. Donna seemed to have been involved in this extraordinary world for a long time.

Clayton sighed, sat down at the table, sprayed some irritating perfume into his nose, and forced himself not to care so much about this matter.

It's a good thing to master extraordinary power, as long as she doesn't inherit the blood of a werewolf.

I just don't know if Cuitis knows this, and if she knows, she will hide it from me.

"What did you find out?" He asked with suppressed emotions.

"I borrowed the account book from Perron and figured out some things." Julius also sat down opposite him, took out the account book from his pocket and handed it to him.

"About forty or fifty people came to Revo last month. I can't get the exact number for the time being, but one thing is certain - the number of people who left Revo can be traced. Most of the people who come here are church members and soldiers from Sasha City, and the rest are small merchants and wanderers from all over the country. Aside from those official people, most of the remaining people travel together. They bring their own carriages, or horses and donkeys, and only a few people come on foot."

Clayton quickly realized it by comparing his experience of purchasing in the countryside.

There may be people who come alone on horseback, but if they want to bring more luggage, the saddle bag cannot hold more food. Outsiders with only one horse cannot bring a second person, unless they plan to obtain food through wild collection, which is not an easy thing for ordinary people, and they must have rich experience in wild life.

If Father Louis' son wants to leave Gevaux, he will definitely choose to travel with strangers who have carriages, which is more secure and reliable.

Julius crossed his legs: "There are very few people in Gevaux who know how to raise horses, so our coachman Fraser must know a lot of things."

Clayton looked at Donna again to make sure she was asleep before speaking: "I also have some gains here. Pei Lun said before that someone was looking for me. We met them when we went out just now - it was a tomb robber gang called Easter Island, and they seemed to have a spellcaster to help. They found the cause of bad luck from the dead Big Paul, and now they want to take back the necklace, and the price is not cheap. A tomb robber even came to us privately for the reward. The result was not very good."

"The mist of bad luck is indeed useful for some black magic rituals, but the way I can remove bad luck for you will definitely destroy it." Julius said.

It seems that the part promised to Winston is not counted, but Clayton doesn't care about this. He unbuttoned his clothes, took off the tomb robber's clothes inside, took out the documents in the outer pocket, and gave some to Julius.

"I think so, but since they want to bring back the doom jewelry, maybe there are some preparations that can be used to resist doom."

Julius frowned and took the documents to read them.

Clayton's hand has not stopped yet. The tomb robber's clothes seem to be specially made. In addition to the pockets on both sides, there are several hidden pockets sewn on the inside. He weighed them one by one and found that most of them were the sound of coins colliding. Only one of them was the heaviest and did not make a collision sound, so he scratched it with his fingernails and took out another bag from the hidden pocket.

Inside was a shrunken sallow human hand, which seemed to have been pickled with spices and had no disgusting smell.

This time the wizard didn't need to remind him, he knew what it was.

The Hand of Glory - known as the criminal's amulet. It is said to prevent them from disturbing the owner of the house when they break into the house at night, or to warn the criminal that there is still a threat in the house - the raw material is the cut off palm of a death row prisoner. , after boiling out the oil, it can also be used as a ritual material for the Black Mass, which is very convenient and blasphemous.

"Can this thing be transported?" he asked the wizard.

Julius looked up at it: "It has a little effect, it depends on who it was taken from, but such a small character probably won't be able to get anything good. The palm of a truly vicious criminal can."

The sallow human hand suddenly came to life, and its fingers collectively tapped the table, then bounced up and hit Julius in the face.

This supernatural turn of events shocked both of them.

Clayton slapped it on the table with quick eyes and hands, just like a cat catching a mouse.

Julius was unscathed, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be frightened. His face turned pale, his back pressed against the chair and he pushed back, causing the chair legs to make a loud noise on the ground.

Clayton looked back at Donna in panic, and was relieved to see that she was still sleeping.

Julius clutched his chest. The deformed rib cage restrained by the corset made him as delicate as a woman. He almost fainted after a few big gasps.

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb Donna's rest." Clayton warned him, and punched the living hand twice more.

"There are other spells on it, please loosen it."

After Julius reacted, he coughed and took out his wand. The tip of the wand pointed at the living hand that was eager to try for the second time. It emitted white fluorescence. Clayton heard him recite a spell, and a white light like lightning flashed. It shot out from the tip of the staff and hit the man's hand.

The sallow fingers twitched twice, and the whole hand turned over, struggling like a dying insect.

The wizard gave it two more blows, until the man's hand no longer moved visibly, and then he withdrew his wand angrily. "It seems that your guess is right. The maker of this strange object is one level higher than me. It is at least a [copper ring]. I can't completely abolish its mobility, but it is more than enough to shield his induction. . Now let’s continue reading these files.”

Magicians grade themselves according to minerals, excluding the highest and rarest gold and silver, and the remaining ones from high to low are divided into mercury, tin, lead, copper, iron, and stone.

Although it only ranks third from the bottom, [Copper Ring] is actually the industry leader among spell casters.

Clayton glanced at the glorious hand silently, a little worried about Julius' reliability.

But he was not someone who liked to regret, so he only hesitated for a moment before giving up and continuing to open the documents and read them. The contents of these documents on the tomb robbers are quite straightforward, but the grammar appears to be quite professional.

It sounds counterintuitive, but the common employers of low-end criminal organizations like Easter Island are basically knowledgeable people, including smart doctors who need to study corpses, collectors who want to explore taboos, and wealthy elites who need to smuggle contraband.

The document in Clayton's hands was written by such a high-end person.

The person who wrote the documents in front of me was a professor from Sasha University. This person had no intention of shying away and left his name at the end of the document.

Christopher Camping Tinola.

Clayton had heard the name.

That was O'Reilly Blanco's mentor, a professor of ancient science at Sasha University. Now it seemed that O'Reilly's guess was indeed true. His mentor was also a transcendent person, and of course he could detect unusual things in his students.

He told Julius about it, and Julius immediately understood.

"It turned out to be him."

Clayton found that the wizard's expression was unnatural: "Do you know him?"

"I was originally going to learn magic from him. Later, when the old man heard that he had contact with the doomsday seeker sect, he sent me to Stratas. Judging from the magic spell on this hand, this What a smart move." Julius looked contemptuous.

He is just the [Iron Finger], but the mentor is the [Lead] who receives the cup, which can be said to have a bright future compared to the [Bronze Ring].

"Who are the doomsday seekers?"

"A group of madmen who believe that the end is near. Because they can't wait for the end to come, they will create artificial disasters as enlightenment from the prophets."

The wizard took the document in Clayton's hand and compared it with the one he was looking at. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "This method is not bad. Use items with the mist of misfortune as amulets to resist misfortune from other sources. He It seems that the research has hit a bottleneck, and he actually wants to use fate as a boost. Well, take a look at the files I have here."

He pushed the document in his hand over. The handwriting on the document was the same as the part Clayton had looked at before. It was obviously written by Professor Christopher, but the paper and ink marks showed that they were not written at the same time.

The content on this piece of paper was a little newer, and the content in it made Clayton couldn't help but frown.

"No matter who sees these words, I am enthusiastic. As long as the specified goods are delivered, you can get a high reward of 3,000 pounds. If the goods still have signs of life when they are delivered, I will be willing to do so." For more money, even magical treasures can be negotiated. Below are the locations and appearances of the goods."

"It is a strange-looking beast. I am not sure of its specific appearance, but it must be larger than a goat and smaller than a horse, with bendable fingers. It currently lives in the forests of Sasha City and the surrounding areas. Due to the delay, its location may have changed when you see these words."

"Please note that this beast will be attracted by misfortune. If you happen to have the relics of a recognized unfortunate person, you may be able to use them as bait to lure it out. Or there are other ways."