Chapter 234 The Doctor's New Guest

"What's so special about them?" Kuoke asked subconsciously.

The slender palm hidden in Chude Osmar's right glove moved, and the index finger was restlessly raised forward, and then all five fingers became active, tapping continuously on the table like playing the piano, but there was no sense of elegance, which would only remind people of a spider dancing tap dance.

"Wizards, they are all wizards." He said.

The fat head shook disappointedly: "There are so many wizards."

"Even if they are all called wizards, these people have different talents, and there is at least a shaman among the people around Clayton Bello."

"So what if he is a shaman?"

His dullness made Chude wrinkle his nose, and his two overly sharp teeth were very obvious: "Shamans can perceive the characteristics of souls. If they are allowed to get close, they will discover the specialness of saints. They may find a way to keep those gunmen, and it is your mission to protect these people."

Christopher didn't know how to find these saints and asked him to escort these people out of the country. They even brought their own weapons.

He thought it was a simple task, but Chude Osmar had always disagreed, and this time he just found another opportunity to object.

Thinking of this, Quoke snorted and relaxed his body: "I thought it was - this is not a task, just a request. Christopher's status is equal to mine, and he has no right to ask me to do anything. It doesn't matter even if all these saints die. And"

He stared at Chude Osmar's eyes, trying to see the slightest emotional changes.

"And how do you know they will choose to fight us?"

Chude had coached him for a while, but since he accepted the teachings of a new mentor from the House of Turbulence, the trust between them began to waver.

Some small actions that seemed to declare that their status was not equal made him no longer completely trust Chude Osmar, even though the other party had rescued him from the iron cage of the circus and provided him with a lot of mystical knowledge.

Now, Quoke knew how to make decisions alone.

They were just companions, nothing more.

Chude seemed to know nothing about his suspicion, and still looked sincere but calculating.

"The result of the divination revealed this fact to me. They do have other extraordinary people as helpers. We have confirmed that there are other extraordinary people last night."

Koke interrupted him: "It's not that the result of the prophecy cannot be modified, otherwise the world would have been destroyed ten times. And this saint is not that rare. There are too many of them. Since we have so many saints, it doesn't matter if we give one or two to the shaman. After all, we haven't had a conflict yet. Maybe we will need them in the future."

Chu De's pink skin finally outlined wrinkles. His tone accelerated and his fingers tapped faster and faster on the table.

"No, no, no, saints are not ordinary people. The reason why so many people came is because of their own special characteristics. The army has screened them for us. If we let them go here, it will not be so easy to find them later."

Koke also knocked on the table and looked at Chu De in surprise.

He was surprised by the other party's performance, and at the same time he was happy that he realized the deep meaning of this point.

"Chude, why are you so concerned about this? You are not one of us. Do you also need a saint?"

Chude Osmar's hand stopped. He stared at this companion who had accompanied him for several years and grew up under his watch. There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, including kindness, hope, surprise, sadness and so on.

"Koke, it's not me who needs it, but you who need it."

The room became quiet again, and the candle flames went vertically upwards, as if there was an invisible rope hanging,

Everything returned to the state where no one had been.

The voice of the burned face sounded again after a while: "Koke, you don't need to doubt me. Didn't I destroy the circus with the help of that Bellio? I still remember that they made you feel painful."

Koke's dark eyes looked at the table.

"I have forgotten a little. Among those people, I only remember Eamon Meg and his whip."

"He was lucky. He resigned before we came to settle accounts with him, but this will not be a farewell forever. We will meet again next time."

Chude was very sure about this.

The magician took over the position of the animal trainer Eamon Meg and inherited some of his clothes, which confused their smells, so the leatherworker found the wrong person.

But next time, there will be no one who can die in place of Eamon Meg.

Quoke shook his head: "This reunion is just an accident. Since I failed to kill him, I don't need to bother looking for him in the future. I don't want to spend time on him. Anyway, the end of the world is coming, and all mortals will die."

"Okay, I understand."

Chude Osmar smiled stiffly and turned the topic back to the current affairs: "The physique of these saints is similar to that of shamans. They can easily feel the sounds of nature. This sensitivity can even rival the most powerful shamans in the world. But unlike shamans, they can only passively bear it, and cannot actively exert their influence."

At this point, his smile finally became sincere.

"Doomsday seekers use the abilities of these saints to pursue the rhythm of nature, but if such a body is used as a material for the 'Elisio' ritual, I can quickly increase your power to an incredible level. Then we won’t have to continue dealing with the doomsday seekers. It will do you no good to continue to rely on their power.”

Quake listened silently to his idea until the last sentence.

"No!" he said firmly.

Chud Osmar looked at him, thinking that there would be a follow-up, but he did not wait for a specific explanation for a long time, so he had to compromise: "Okay, then do you plan to use these 'saints', or hand them over?" To those people above?"

When he spoke, his fingers began to dance again.

Quirk pulled away from the conversation and stared at the hand as boredly as if he were a live rat.

"You don't have to worry about it. I have made my own decision on this matter. Just stop making your own decisions."

Chu De's voice weakened.

"I see."

"That's it, I'm going to rest." Kuok stood up from the chair with difficulty and staggered towards the stairs.

Chud Osmar stared at the fat figure until it disappeared around the corner of the stairs. The body, as thin as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, also stood up, opened the door and walked out of the house.

He still has a chance.

Day comes again,

Clayton never thought he would look forward to the sun so much.

When the sun rises, the horse can walk well.

They were dragging large and small bags with them when they left Gevo, and this time they returned with a carriage, three horses, and a seriously wounded man.

Winston Jean Stewart is gone.

After verifying the information from both parties, Clayton discovered that the person who killed his companion Fordy was probably Barbara's new son, Ian Lazarus.

For the sake of the stability of the team, Creighton must let go.

As soon as he returned to town, he immediately assigned tasks to others.

While Donna watched over the contents of the carriage and looked after the horses, Mr. and Mrs. Perrault and Miss Selanne returned to their own house with everyone's baggage - both Clara and Ian were part of the baggage, and Julius himself was to He brought a stack of wanted notices from the Salvation Army to the mayor's house. As for himself, he took on the important responsibility of transporting the wounded to the doctor's house.

Even if Julius had a way to save him, he felt he should see a doctor first.

There are special medical tools and medicinal wine here, which may help Marietta wake up quickly.

The job was surprisingly easy.

Since he had contributed to escorting the wounded Bill last time, many locals were willing to help him this time.

Before they reached the doctor's house, the doctor had already come out to greet them.

He and his wife helped Marietta from Clayton's hands and loaded her onto a simple stretcher, while the latter still had not regained consciousness.

"What a coincidence. I was about to go out. If you had come a little later, you wouldn't have seen me." The doctor said enthusiastically. He held the front end of the stretcher and kicked open the door of his house.

Clayton couldn't help but frown as he recalled how he had left the town despite not being afraid of the leatherworker.

"You're not going fishing, are you?"

"Exactly, I recently learned a new trick - rotten cheese and honey breadcrumb meatballs! Who would have thought of this?"

The doctor kept talking about the so-called fishing skills. If he didn't have the ability to take care of the injured at both ends, Clayton would definitely give him some trouble.

After dealing with the injury, he finally discovered something and looked at the patient's face blankly.

"Wait, who is this lady? I don't think I have ever seen her before?"

"She's the postman from the city."

The doctor had no idea of ​​the significance of Mary's appearance, but was surprised by the extent of her gunshot wounds.

Clayton was not in the mood to chat with him, so he passed by casually. His eyes were always paying attention to the various decorations in the doctor's house, while waiting for Julius to notify him here after completing the task.

Marietta's bandages had been changed once in the morning, and Clayton could only smell blood and Julius' ointment from the time he brought her here. And when the doctor's herbs masked the smell of blood, the new smell made the werewolf lose the ability to detect the surroundings by smell.

This experience made the werewolf very uncomfortable, and his emotions could not help but be revealed on his face.

The doctor looked at his appearance and suggested: "Mr. Bello, you can go down and sit down first, and at least try my wife's craftsmanship. The licorice tea she makes is quite good."

Clayton happened to want to go downstairs for some air, so he didn't refuse. He thanked him and left the quiet room.

The doctor's wife is a graceful woman who keeps the whole house in order by herself. Clayton can see in her many temperaments similar to those of Butnu women - that is, the self-confidence that she can do anything to survive. temperament.

The floor on the first floor was bare, and the walls were as white as newly painted, but without the smell of blood to cover it up, Clayton found that the smell of fish here was a bit strong, and it was no better than other smells.

Obviously, the doctor often brought back fish, which caused the space to be stained with a persistent smell, and ordinary cleaning methods were no longer effective.

"Would you like another drink?" asked the doctor's wife.

Only then did Clayton notice that his glass was empty.

The cup here was too small compared to what he usually used, and he had emptied it before he even realized it.

"Of course." He extended his hand again, thinking that he might as well go out later.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the living room suddenly opened, and two unexpected people appeared in front of him,

"Mr. Bello."

Chude Osmar walked in from outside the door, still wearing the same gorgeous clothes, looking at him with a little surprise, and Kuoke followed behind Chude silently, almost filling the door frame and blocking most of the sunlight.

Clayton's hand holding the cup froze.