Chapter 235 The Unlucky Wizard

Clayton had already guessed that Chude Osmar was the one behind the scenes manipulating the Saviors. Now he was escorting Marietta, who was injured by the Saviors, and saw them appear in the doctor's residence. Such a coincidence made it hard for him not to believe that this was not a trap.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the table knife on the table.

It was a bit troublesome not to be able to transform during the day, but he could use any pointed objects as weapons. After so many years, he had not forgotten his experience of participating in group conflicts in the Colonial Tavern.

"What are you doing here?" Osmar asked, his tone of flattery was disgusting.

"What a coincidence, this is also my problem."

"We will stay here." Chude Osmar said, holding a notebook, and his yellow eyes swept across Clayton, and his tone was not as friendly as the last time they talked: "Excuse me, Mr. Bello, you look healthy and there seems to be no reason to come here."

Clayton looked at the doctor's wife, and she nodded to testify for the two.

He turned back and looked at Trud, his eyes passing by Coke again: "Just visiting with a patient, I don't think it will bother anyone. The doctor is the master here, isn't he?"

Trud looked at him for a few seconds before moving.

Two men, one fat and one thin, squeezed in, hung their coats and hats on the coat rack naturally, and then found a seat to sit down. The doctor's wife also poured them tea.

They looked like they had just finished a walk after dinner. Trud tried to stretch his body to make himself look bigger, but it backfired. Coke shrank stiffly on a small chair, covering it completely.

Compared with his servant, Trud Osmar looked really thin.

He spread his legs, put one hand on the table, and his fingers jumped like playing the piano.

Clayton saw the five fingertips and suddenly remembered what Julius had said - fingertips and eyes can replace wands to cast spells, so he moved aside.

This reaction was full of disgust. Chude looked at him in astonishment and finally stopped moving his hands.

In this awkward atmosphere, Clayton suddenly took the initiative to speak: "Are any of you related to this lady?"

Even though Dornish people have the habit of entertaining relatives and friends to stay at home, the doctor's behavior of entertaining these two is still a bit abnormal.

He noticed that the doctor's house was not big, and there were no servants here. Only the doctor's wife took care of the housework. If the doctor went out fishing, he would leave his wife and two guests of the opposite sex in a small house, which was obviously inappropriate.

Unless one of them was related to this lady.

Chude denied his guess.

"No, we are just here as guests."

"Mr. Osmar and my husband are friends. They often make appointments to go fishing recently." Clayton could hear the dissatisfaction hidden in the gentle voice of the doctor's wife. "Now we eat fish for every meal."

Hearing her words, Chude laughed, and it can be seen that he is proud of this skill.

"I am good at fishing." He said.

Clayton suddenly caught a trace of abnormal mockery in this smile. But when he wanted to look carefully, he could not see anything. The smile on Chude's face was ugly but extremely real, as if the moment he saw was just an illusion.

"So that's it." He thought for a moment and said nothing more.

Next, it seemed as if this encounter was really a coincidence. Clayton did not ask why Chude manipulated the leatherworker to attack Donna, and Chude no longer asked Clayton's purpose of coming here. They pretended to be at peace.

Fortunately, the embarrassing relationship did not last long. After tea time, Quoke went upstairs to his room, and Chude pushed the door and left the house with his notebook.

Clayton remembered that his identity was a painter, but he didn't know what his real job was.

Since they were called contact persons by Christopher, the Doomsday Seekers would definitely send people here. As for what they would do. He didn't want to understand. He just hoped that Julius could finish the work quickly so that they could bring enough medicine and Marie Etta back to the city, away from the right and wrong place of Gevaux.

However, an hour passed, and Julius had not come yet.

Clayton stood up and began to pace at the door.

He began to consider whether to send Mary Etta to the church. Perhaps Julius had forgotten the plan and was waiting for them there.

He walked around the house for a while and finally made up his mind. He refused the doctor and his wife's request to stay and insisted on asking some locals to help carry Mary out.

Until in front of the church, Clayton saw Father Louis sitting on a bench on one side of the square, with a blank expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He called out to make the priest come back to his senses. When the priest stood up, he asked those who helped to put Mary down, and he and the priest took over and took the injured to the alchemy room behind the church next to the medicine garden. There were beds for the injured to rest, just like the churches he had seen in other areas.

Before the development of anatomy, medical treatment was also one of the important means of religious development.

"Has Julius been here?" Clayton asked. He was sure that he didn't smell the smell of green hair here, not at all.

Louis shook his head, and the alchemy table and a large amount of wine, oil and salt as the background behind him were waiting quietly.

"I didn't see your follower."

"So did you get a wanted warrant from the Salvation Army?"

The priest affirmed this time: "It was sent ten minutes ago. I'm sure it will unite us."

The Salvation Army's wanted posters not only include portraits or photos, but also huge reward amounts.

As long as this information is released, he believes that even if these people do not kidnap the old hunter Schmidt, there will definitely be a lot of people willing to take the risk to bring them to justice.

The antique dealer couldn't care less about this. He already felt that Gevault's affairs had nothing to do with him.

But the disappearance of Julius still made him feel grudge. If the wizard had already sent the wanted notice, where else could he be stuck?

"Don't shoot! How much ransom do you want? Uh-"

In the dark alley where no one could see, Julius raised his hands and screamed.

The next moment, a fist hit him in the abdomen, forcing him to bend over.

"Don't scream so loud."

"Rabbit" Ace retracted his fist, letting "Idle Man" Robin Hood and "Farmer" Kit continue to hold the green-haired sissy.

"You two, talk to him. I'm not in the mood to talk right now."

He sighed, turned around and stopped looking at what was happening here.

To the left of Julius is Robin Hood. He smiles maliciously. The strength of his hand almost dislocates Julius's shoulder. The gun he holds in his left hand is pressed against the wizard's palm. He will shoot if he doesn't cooperate. posture.

"Please relax, I'm not a kidnapper, at least not this time, but my brother doesn't know that - Kit, what do you think?"

The wizard looked to the right in pain. Kit also showed a smile, with two rows of teeth stained red by tobacco. The knife stabbing his ribs did not waver at all.

"Let's see if you have the information I want. If not, money can't save you."

Robin Hood agreed: "Of course, we won't kill you, but there is no limit to leaving some red marks on you. We have inquired about the law enforcement methods here, because there is no local sheriff, so as long as we do not commit crimes to death, No one will bother us. Foreigners beating foreigners is a favorite entertainment program for locals."

Kit moved the short knife up to Julius's neck, and sawed twice with the back of the knife in demonstration. When he pulled back, the tip of the knife accidentally pierced the skin, and bright red blood beads rolled down the curve of the neck, soaking into the skin. Into the blend, dye the gray an ocher color that will appear to match the color of the stain on the wall next to it.

Julius lowered his head in submission and let out a whimper.

No one could see his eyes, otherwise they might have chosen to shoot him immediately.

"What do you want to know?"

Kit put her face close to his ear: "Where is our little brother?"

"Ian Lazarus." Robin Hood added his name.

"I do not know!"

Obviously, a negative answer was not what the Hook detectives wanted. Julius received another punch. The pain in his ribs made him almost breathless. Then came the second punch and he almost collapsed, but The two Hook detectives next to him held him firmly, not allowing him to fall out of spite.

"He's missing!" Kit growled in his ear.

"How do I know where he went?!"

Julius thought he was yelling at the top of his lungs, but all he could hear from his own mouth was a sound softer than a whisper.

Robin Hood reminded him with a friendly face: "Barbara--isn't this beautiful lady one of yours?"

They knew. The pain made Julius's head dizzy, but he still forced himself to think about how to deal with the current predicament.

"What's up with her?"

"Ian went to find her and then disappeared. What did you say happened?" Kit asked angrily.

"Rabbit" Ace finally turned around. He looked at Julius carefully: "Now we suspect that he is dead, but it is not easy to deal with such a big person alone. We asked her neighbors and found out Which guests has she received recently, and the most frequent ones are you and your employer’s family.”

"Then why did you tie me up? Wouldn't it be better to go to her directly?" Julius asked breathlessly.

Ace answered him: "Not good."

Kit gave the wizard another punch.

"We ask you so you can speak."

Robin Hood was willing to give him a little more explanation: "Let's put it this way, our little brother seemed to be pursuing something related to extraordinary powers before he disappeared, so we have to be more cautious. If it is really Barbara or her friends who solve the problem It would be unwise to alert her so rashly. As for why I arrested you."

He didn't say any more until he explained.

But Julius could probably understand what he had left unfinished.

Creighton Bello seemed hard to mess with, and it might be risky to attack him. Donna Bello was too young and didn't seem to know how to handle "business."

It seems that only Julius is the most suitable.

"I really don't know anything!"

He whined again.