Chapter 238 If Nature Has a Soul

The wizard's request was not met immediately.

He had more than a dozen broken bones, and even if he could stay conscious, his injuries would have to be dealt with professionally.

Clayton sent him to church as well.

Barbara took Ian Lazarus and left early - in order not to be tempted by the blood, and she could not let Ian meet the Lewis priest.

Meeting the murderer and the deceased is not a good experience.

The wizard endured all medical treatment, including bloodletting, with a fortitude that Crichton could not understand. After getting off the bed, he took a few puffs of cigarette to refresh himself, and he completed the day's maintenance work on Marietta in high spirits.

But when it came time to divine, he was not so sharp.

Julius stood on the gravel path of the herb garden, put a handful of specially made cigarettes into his mouth and chewed it. Then the tobacco spontaneously ignited in his mouth without fire, and the wizard blew out a long puff of smoke into the air. , reached in and dug again, and the smoke surged like living water.

Seriously, it looks like a miniature herb forest with an equally tiny dark cloud floating over it.

The wizard looked at the dark clouds and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What does this mean?" Clayton asked proactively.

"It means my luck is normal, I'm just so unlucky."

Julius awkwardly put his left hand into his right pocket and took out a small glass bottle containing tobacco. He handed it to Clayton.

"You come here too."

Clayton held the bottle without moving: "Then when should I spit out the cigarette?"

"You'll know."

Sure enough, Clayton soon knew how to seize this opportunity. He chewed a few mouthfuls of bitter tobacco, and suddenly felt that his tongue became hot. The fire of witchcraft was burning in his mouth. He immediately couldn't bear to spit out the smoke. out. This cloud of smoke seemed larger than Julius's, but there was no other change in appearance. It was still flowing with unpredictable winds, as if it was going to rain at any time.

Julius observed the smoke for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, you're out of luck too."

Clayton's nasolabial folds twisted.

If the wizard was not a wounded person now, he would definitely teach this man a lesson.

He slammed the bottle back into Julius's pocket: "So it's okay for both of us?"

"Lax did not deceive us. The problems we encounter now are all caused by our own destiny. Everything is just because we should be unlucky."

After Julius finished explaining, he shook his head and quoted an ancient fortune teller's maxim as a basis. Unfortunately, Clayton couldn't understand a word of it. He couldn't bear it: "Is it possible that your fortune telling has been interfered with? Those two There must be someone in the Doomsday Seeker sect who can do divination. If you can counter other people’s divination, others may not be able to interfere with your divination.”

The wizard fell silent as if his nose had been pinched.

After a few seconds, he hesitated and said: "This is not impossible, but we are the ones who are divination!"

The so-called divination countermeasure is nothing more than creating a mysterious protection on oneself, just like covering oneself with a black cloak in the dark night to prevent others from seeing oneself. This is not easy, but it is not very difficult either. high. Taking the initiative to prevent others from divination is equivalent to covering the other person's eyes without others noticing.

These two things are not on the same level of difficulty.

Julius gradually regained his confidence: "If they have this ability, they don't have to be connectors in the Doomsday Seeker Sect. They can directly be prophets."

By denying the other party's status and further denying the other party's ability, this time Clayton finally understood.

He let that go and brought up another: "Has Donna talked to you about—about the possibility that this land has a soul?"

"She did mention that she thought this land was trying to restrain us, but I was busy dealing with Miss Aita and didn't have time to think about her speculation."

"Then do you think this statement is possible now?" Clayton asked.

Julius wiped his hands, stuffed them into his pockets, and sighed.

"How should I explain it to you? If her knowledge of shamanism was only obtained from books without a mentor's words and deeds, then she might indeed come to such a conclusion."

"The soul of the land should exist and have such powerful power, but they usually do not have the consciousness to do anything subjectively. There must be a god. You know the god I am talking about is not the creator, but the type of pagan belief. ——They have the power to communicate with nature and can guide this confused soul to achieve what they want to do. "

Julius is quite certain about this knowledge. Although he is not a shaman, he is the son of Groene after all.

He knows more about the secrets of the "gods" than Donna does.

"These pagan gods were also the first shamans. My father was one of these beings. He could hear all the sounds in his forest, and he could feel when hostile people passed through. But this power was not immediate. It can be used. He spent decades cultivating the land and hired people to plant a forest, and then he truly took root in Sasha City.

"In Gevaux, we know that the only water nymphs of the Lacks family can do this. Because beings with 'godly' qualities cannot survive in the same area, they will naturally fight out of instinct, unless they are in the same place. Race. And since the Lacks family still exists, the other gods must have died. However, Adelaide did not really control this land, and she woke up too late. "

Julius' explanation was perfect. Clayton crossed his arms while listening. He already understood what the mage consultant meant.

"So there is no way to exploit the soul of this land." He summed up Julius's words.

The wizard nodded heavily, as if he understood what a surprise this was.

"right!"

"But I believe there is indeed something abnormal here." Clayton said lightly, watching with pleasure as the latter's face began to twist. "What Donna said makes sense. If there are too many coincidences, then you might as well treat this matter as an anomaly."

Julius gave a sarcastic laugh among the flowers: "As you wish, but we don't know anything, where should we start?"

Creighton was unhurried: "According to time, perhaps the real bad luck had already happened when Big Paul left Gevaux, and even Adelaide's death might have been an unfortunate part. And they were all in the water. While meeting your destiny”

This time, Julius reacted quickly.

"Do you think that might be the treasure Schmidt has been chasing spreading bad luck?"

This is not surprising, as treasure hunters to Mesri often spread rumors back home that the pyramid contains a curse for the dead.

Taking away the pharaoh's treasure would bring bad luck - not to mention the outrageous act of taking away the tomb's owner to use as an aphrodisiac.

Although some people may simply have a bad stomach, if something like this is true, Clayton Bello believes that this matter must be guarded against.

"Why not? The Salvation Army people arrested him, not necessarily to prevent him from continuing to excavate. And this is also the will of the doomsday seekers. I think that the treasure may not be far away from being truly revealed."

Having said this, Clayton subconsciously looked back in the direction of the doctor's house.

Passing through the herb garden and the front square next to the church, two streets further is the doctor's residence, and Chud Osmar and his servants live there. You can even see it when you walk up to the attic. Perhaps a transcendent person There are ways to sense this, and their conversations should be a little more careful.

At this moment, a sudden inspiration made Clayton tremble.

When he imagined the scene of Chud Osmar standing in front of the attic window and peering down from above, the feeling that one pair of eyes gave him suddenly overlapped with that of the other pair of eyes.

No, they are the same pair of eyes!

"It's Chud Osmar! He's the one who looked at us with evil eyes at that time."

Clayton Bello exclaimed without warning in front of Julius.

Due to formal intimidation, the new rebel organization formed by the former Salvation Army had to move to the swamp area to set up camp.

True, they had weapons, but so did the natives.

Nothing can be done.

It's cold here, even with a fire, and with mud soaking into shoes and dead branches crumbling overhead, it's not a place anyone would want to spend a night.

But they have to live here.

The town's vegetable seller and baker's assistant also came, but the prices of the food were very high.

Some people negotiated with these profiteers and tried to make the price reasonable, but at the same time, some people began to pawn their belongings to the merchants. When Francis discovered this phenomenon, he immediately prohibited them from doing so.

The disagreement made businessmen discover their weakness, and they became even more unwilling to waver in pricing.

Rumors about monsters still wandering around have not been clarified by insiders. Businessmen who are willing to carry goods through the wilderness and deliver them to the Salvation Army camp are all money-loving guys. They believe that they have taken risks and deserve high rewards. , and the offers from these Gunners disappointed them very much.

Some businessmen even turned away and decided to do business again the next day.

Raven Lyle had too many men to feed through hunting and gathering, and every merchant believed they would be willing to pay more for the same share of food the day after they experienced starvation. But only the Salvation Army themselves knew that this was a misunderstanding.

They were really running out of money.

Until all the merchants left, the food purchased by the Salvation Army was only enough for some people to eat two meals, and some people were destined to be so hungry that they could not sleep.

They had already experienced the period of hunger when they escaped from Sasha City. It was not that they couldn't bear it, but the house of turmoil that was their entire sustenance at that time appeared as a perfect image in their language and fantasies. It seemed that as long as Find the connection to the House of Troubles and their suffering will end.

But once they realized that they would continue to suffer after coming to Gevo, they could no longer accept it.

The disillusionment left them confused.