Chapter 227 Deportation

Half an hour later, Ravenlaer and other gunmen came here with the mayor.

At this moment, there were still many hunters in the town who had not come.

The morning star was not yet bright, but the people in these streets were no longer asleep, and everyone was paying attention to what the result of their gathering would be.

Louis felt a heavy pressure. He could see the contempt that Ravenlaer showed after he swept his eyes over the armed local residents.

"Do you have something to find us?" Francis raised his chin.

The priest glanced at Mayor Gevaux, who wiped his head that was shining in the firelight, looking helpless.

Of course, Father Louis did not ask anyone to notify these gunmen. The current situation can only be the mayor's mistake.

"Indeed, we want you to explain something." A hunter who lived nearest to him stepped forward and glared at Francis: "You might as well take a look. There are four bodies here, and one of your guns. Now, please tell us what happened here."

The crowd made way for the Saviors, and the dead bodies were clearly visible in front of them.

The Vanni standard rifle was taken for inspection by a knowledgeable hunter before. Now that Ravenlai appeared, it had to be sent back to the Saviors again.

Francis did not expect to see this thing after looking at the bodies.

His face changed. He had recognized the gun before it came into his hands because it had the company number on it. Other Saviors had the same feeling as him. They were all confused as to why the gun appeared here.

Although they did not know how these locals got the gun, everyone in the Saviors understood that it could not be related to them at this time.

"Yes. Of course, it looks exactly like our gun, and it appeared where there were dead people, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Are you saying this is just a coincidence?" the priest asked him sternly.

Francis had made up his mind to get rid of the problem, so he showed an arrogant expression: "The Vanni standard rifle is the signature product of the Fram Company. It is not restricted to people with special certificates. If other gentlemen have the same gun as us, I will not be surprised at all."

The crowd booed.

Father Louis was not angry. This result was exactly what was expected.

Now the information provided by Clayton came in handy.

"I noticed that there seemed to be fewer people than when you first came to Geves. Did they really all take horses to walk in the forest?"

"What do you mean?" Francis asked vigilantly.

"Except for you, no one else has entered this town with such muskets. You can certainly restrain those living in the barn, but what about those you sent out to lead the horses? What will happen if they come back against your orders? You need to prove that you and your people are innocent, otherwise you are not allowed to stay here." Louis said.

The mayor desperately stood on tiptoe and tried to give the priest an inquiring look.

This development is of course good now, but it is not the result of their private discussion.

Francis was extremely unhappy after losing face in front of the townspeople. He shook his hand violently: "Is this your way of hospitality? Driving the owner of the land out of his territory just because you can't catch the real murderer of a murder case?"

"Didn't you understand what I said just now?" The clergyman asked him disgustedly: "So why don't you want to try to check your own men? Maybe you have enough wealth, but your men are not like this. Lawrence is the jeweler in the town. He has considerable wealth, and the evil of human heart can be easily instigated by money."

"That wouldn't be done by my people. They know the discipline, and I pay them."

Francis looked at the mayor. The bald head was brighter than the street lights in the city under the firelight: "Your mayor doesn't seem to have spoken yet. Shouldn't he make the decision? Mr. Jeffrey, what do you think?"

"Uh" Mayor Jeffrey spoke slowly: "Mr. Ravenlai, I think the priest is right."

Francis' face froze.

He misjudged the unity of the locals.

At this moment, the new representative of the hunter group finally arrived. He came here panting with a gun on his back. His clothes were messy and several buttons were buttoned crookedly. He didn't look very great, but his presence made the townspeople present feel more at ease. The hunters who arrived earlier than him included him in the protection circle.

"What happened?" This was his first sentence.

After someone told him about Louis and the mayor's decision, his second sentence immediately became support.

"I agree with this point of view. Ravenlai must get out of town with his men."

Francis' eyes almost spit fire: "This is unfair. We haven't prepared enough supplies to supplement the travel needs. That's the rations needed for twenty-two people and more than ten horses. Moving out of town is the same as death for us!"

Other Saviors immediately changed their postures holding rifles, ready to shoot quickly at any time.

It's just that there are townspeople who take the initiative to propose a solution to this problem without the town's leader speaking.

"We can deliver food to you, but you have to pay for it. Because of the long journey and the possible danger, you have to pay more than the market price." The person who spoke was a local vegetable vendor.

Not only him, but also the bakers and butchers of Gevo soon stood up.

"As long as you have money," they said.

Since Ravenlai owns such a large piece of land, he should be able to afford the money.

Louis nodded in agreement, ignoring Francis's gradually twisted face: "Yes, we are not doing this to hurt anyone. This is for the safety of everyone."

The mayor gradually got into the state, he took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and took a nice puff.

"Mr. Ravenlai, this move is also to protect you. Think about it, there is an evil monster that devours cattle and sheep and attacks humans in the town recently, and it has not received the punishment it deserves. Tonight there is another human murderer, and we didn't notice it before. This is really our fault. I am ashamed from the bottom of my heart to let you guests who come from afar share these risks with us."

When saying this, Mayor Jeffrey's face was flushed.

"Since you can completely control your men, then taking them away temporarily is the best choice. In this way, we can clean up these freak killers without any worries, and the people we catch in the end will definitely not be your people, don't you think?" He looked at Francis's red eyes.

It can be seen that every local here has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

They are really going to get serious by pressing forward step by step.

Realizing this, the man with a pseudonym roared: "This is our land, we are not going anywhere!"

The Saviors set up their rifles and confronted the people around them who were also ready to aim, but in terms of the number of weapons and the number of people, they were completely at a disadvantage.

Not only the hunters had guns, but many locals also held weapons. Because they felt that their lives were seriously offended, many people abandoned their usual cowardice and were willing to stand up against them.

Seeing this scene, the rebels couldn't help but tremble with fear.

No one knew how determined these locals were to expel them. They had tried so hard to escape from their former colleagues and the extraordinary people of the church, but they died in the hands of a group of farmers not long after they left. They absolutely could not accept this.

They had the upper hand before, so there was still a lot of room for concession.

Besides, the dead people might have been killed by their companions, and the investigation results would be unfavorable to them. If they moved out of the town now, it would be easier for them to escape in the future.

Realizing this, some of the Salvation Army spontaneously lowered their guns soon. The angle was not large, but it showed their attitude.

Francis looked around at his own people, his lips twitching as if they had life. He wanted to say something to refute these locals and warn these idiots under his command, but he couldn't make any sense.

The task given to them by the contact person has not been completed yet!

The mayor blew out a smoke ring: "Oh, after dinner, I went to the church to check some ancient information. At that time, the land purchased by your ancestors only included the swamp area. This town was not on the list of transactions. If you are going to live in the swamp with your people now, it is appropriate to say this."

"Such words" refer to "our land" that Francis just said.

The suspicion of killing four lives has completely brought the uncertain legitimacy of the Savior Army to the dust.

Realizing that he was powerless, Francis swept his resentful eyes across the crowd in front of him. His voice was a little tired, but he still tried to look fierce: "Even so, Mr. Schmidt still has to be my guest. His crimes have not been fully punished. I think you will understand this if you are so reasonable."

After that, he waved his hand and left here with the undetermined Saviors.

The werewolf who was paying attention to the situation below almost laughed out loud, but he couldn't do so because the streets below returned to a serious atmosphere.

The death of four fellow villagers was a big deal for the locals. The victory over the Salvation Army just now could not completely alleviate people's sadness. It was not profound, but it was hazy and foggy, covering everyone's heart.

It was not appropriate for Clayton to join them at this moment. He knew that he had contributed to this victory, and that was enough.

Thinking about what to do next, he came down from the roof and turned to walk towards Barbara's house.

The matter has been resolved, and it's time to call Donna back.

More and more.

Donna stood outside the door, waiting for the person inside to open the door.

All the windows of the house were bright, and its owner should still be awake, but it might be afraid of the dark.

If Barbara and Pero were asleep and no one came to open the door, she would use magic to solve this problem. Anyway, if they were awake, they would definitely not refuse her.

The door opened.

Julius looked at her vigilantly with the talisman in his hand.

"I'm so sorry!"

When Donna saw this face, she didn't even think about what she should say, and she forgot to ask him why he was here, and her mouth was already talking involuntarily. Realizing she was apologizing, she tried to shed a tear or two to prove her sincerity, but failed.

Donna's heart was pounding.

Could anyone tell her why Julius was not at the hotel, but came to Barbara's house?

She should have stayed with her uncle, even if she had to be beaten. Clayton had agreed to accompany her to apologize, but now she had to face Julius alone.

The green-haired man stared at her gloomily, then moved his gaze behind her, as if to see if Clayton was coming.

Of course, he couldn't see anything.

The wizard moved and moved out of the way. For the first time, Donna felt afraid of entering the door, but she went in anyway.

Many charms carved from wooden and bone materials were scattered on the floor of the living room. Oil paint as thick as blood painted complex spells on them. Donna could only recognize the meaning of a few of them. There were several charms on the carpet at the door, and their colors were exactly the same as the carpet. She stepped on one of them and almost slipped.

There was obviously a reason for this fierce defensive behavior, and all Donna could think about was the curse she had placed around the unconscious wizard not long ago.

This may have made him suspicious.

"I hope the trap I designed before didn't hurt you." She said guiltily.

Julius closed the door, turned around and looked at her strangely: "You don't think I'm afraid of those little curses you put, do you?"

Donna raised her eyebrows in confusion: "Isn't it?"

"Don't be stupid. Just those three-legged cat-level tricks, it took me less than two minutes to dismantle them all. That's because I just woke up and was dizzy, otherwise I could have done it faster."

"Hey--" Donna's guilt was swept away, and she began to feel regret.

The wizard seemed to have forgotten the little discomfort she had caused before, because there were more important things that needed his attention.