Chapter 242 Remains

Clayton and his "entourage" all moved to the Perrault family, including the wounded.

Marie Etta's injuries gradually stabilized.

Julius thought it would take some time for her to recover and speak.

The mayor was also informed of the attack on the road by a postman, which attracted great attention. The wanted order of the Savior Army had been secretly sent to the town leaders. The battle could start at any time, but the news was still concealed by them unless there was an appropriate time.

In order to minimize the sacrifice, in addition to the preparation of weapons, they were still waiting-waiting for the Savior Army to start getting sick.

This is not a joke. It is winter now. The environment near the swamp is fatal to anyone who lacks food and clothing. Usually, it only takes three nights for the biting cold to make a strong adult weak.

If a person has difficulty raising the muzzle of a gun, then he is not a threat.

Now there is only one last night left to wait.

Similarly, Clayton also understood the intention of Mayor Jeffrey and the new leader of the hunters to conceal the wanted order. This was not only to prevent the news from leaking out, causing more changes in the Savior Army, but also to allow merchants to act as free monitors.

In order to squeeze money from the Savior Army, they would visit the swamp every day.

However, this matter was not worth paying attention to for those who had already planned to leave Gevo.

"When can we leave?" Perrault asked.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who couldn't wait to go back to the city. When he said this, his disgusted eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept over Seranie, who immediately got off the sofa and pretended that she was going to help in the kitchen.

Allowing a prostitute to live in his own home was a moral humiliation for the old man, and he only tolerated it for the sake of others.

Clayton told the truth: "When Miss Etta can walk, the time will be here."

Perrault naturally showed a disappointed look.

"Why, is there something urgent?"

The old man's shoulders shrugged heavily: "Nothing, but my eldest son is going to come back and spend the winter with us. If I plan to return to the city, I need to tell him in advance, but now." He pointed upstairs, and the postman who was still lying there must not be able to send the message back.

Clayton comforted him: "There is only one main road. If he wants to come, we should meet him."

"That's what I'm worried about." Pero smiled bitterly: "Young people always don't have so much patience. In order to come back quickly, he may take a small road, which will miss us."

There is no way to deal with this kind of thing. Clayton can only promise him that he will arrange a trip as soon as possible, and then call Julius to go out.

The wizard's appearance has not recovered yet. He is bandaged all over and his clothes are wrapped tightly. He looks as thin as a pole, as if he can be blown down by a gust of wind. This is the result of his two days of recuperation.

"Can you go out now?" Clayton asked, looking at his bandages.

Julius shook his head, gathered his long hair into a ball and stuffed it into the bowler hat that Perrault had lent him, and said unhappily: "If I can't, I won't leave that damn utility room. This room is so small that I have to go out for a walk even if I have nothing to do."

Clayton nodded, turned around and went out, and the two guards at the door nodded to them.

They were helpers sent by Mayor Jeffrey. Clayton took the initiative to exchange favors. Now there is a vampire, a demon, and a witch in the house. Julius also left many amulets with reminder and defense functions. There are two armed guards at the door. Clayton himself doesn't know how to break in.

So this is the best time to go out.

Such strict measures are to deal with Chude Osmar. Although Father Louis promised to resolve their disputes, Clayton still remembered the murderous intent revealed in the evil eye.

The professional name of the evil eye is "over-vision", which means "peeping with excessive emotions". This ability cannot be displayed without extremely strong emotions, so Chude's idea of ​​killing him is absolutely true.

Clayton was ready for the other party to breach the contract at any time.

Now, they were going to the swamp to see where the treasure Schmidt was looking for was and whether it was a factor that affected their luck.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Compared to now, when they came, Revo was like the lingering summer.

Today was still a snowy day. When you go to the wild, especially in the swamp area, the cold is simply a monster that can move. It drills into your clothes along the collar and has to maintain an ambiguous relationship with every inch of your skin before it stops.

In fact, when they walked to the river, Julius showed a clear expression of regret, but he said nothing. He just wrapped his clothes tighter and stood aside smoking. Clayton used the borrowed key to open the small boat locked with an iron chain beside the water mill. The two rowed downstream, that is, in the east direction.

Along the way, they compared the changes in the width of the river from the upstream to the swamp, and the beginning of the swamp terrain.

Both sides of the river bank were first a mudflat, and then a group of half-human-high dead grass, blocking their sight like a wall.

Calculating the time and distance accurately, Clayton docked the boat, towed it to a place where it would not be swept away by the water, and then swung a long-handled double-edged ax to clear a path through the weed poles on the shore as hard as wire. ——They can't go on the normal road, but have to bypass some people's sight. Because the Salvation Army stays nearby and could come out to collect firewood at any time. But in this temperature, Julius didn't think they would stray too far from the fire.

Clayton opened a new path and came to the land with sparse weeds. He also asked the wizard for some cigarettes to warm himself.

The cold here has made even the werewolves a little unbearable.

From this point of view, the mayor's choice to wait with the Salvation Army was actually the right thing to do. Time is on the side of those who own houses.

The two slowly walked through this area and came to the junction of the swamp and the river bank. The weeds here had almost disappeared, and the large areas of mud had frozen. The shallow ice layers were like natural mirrors broken into several pieces. The loess reflected the sky, and the ice made a crackling sound as they walked across.

The Easter Island tomb robbers and the traces of excavations they left here have not disappeared. The deep pits are now frozen solid, and the specimens are displayed in front of them.

The two dead trees that almost killed Clayton reminded him of the thrilling things that happened here.

Clayton and Julius took a puff of cigarettes at the same time. The fire on the tobacco shreds suddenly became brighter, and even the falling snow in the sky became sparkling.

This wasn't their first time here, but the last time they were here they found nothing.

Now with solid suspicion, this area is indeed becoming more and more suspicious.

Clayton blew out a hot smoke ring, then simply held the cigarette in his mouth and drew a line on the ground with an ax in both hands. The color of the soil gradually turned into a lighter color from the water's edge to the shore, but the texture was very similar. The existence of the line Let the color differences become apparent.

He knelt down and picked up a handful of soil, motioning for Julius to squat down and take a look.

"Look at the color of the soil. There is a difference between soil that has been soaked in water for a long time and ordinary soil. The swamp may have originally been at the bottom of the river, but now the water level has dropped, exposing it. I don't know how long this situation will last. Judging by the height of the grass, it could be a lot different in some wet seasons."

Schmidt believed that the Dinon general Emperor Jetali sank the treasure to the bottom of the river, but since so much time has passed, it is not impossible that the water level of the river dropped and the place where the treasure was originally buried was exposed to the water.

"Swamp corpse." Julius suddenly said this word while looking at the thread.

Clayton held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him in confusion.

After a few seconds, the werewolf immediately understood what the other party meant: "The water fairy said that they mentioned the ancient dead when communicating with each other, and they were quite sure that there was something else underneath. This may be what they mentioned before she woke up. I have dug up the corpses of ancient people, so I am obsessed with this swamp.”

This speculation undoubtedly raises the rationality of the treasure's existence here again.

"Then can your magic divine things underground?"

Julius stood up, spread his hands and sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't have enough material."

All his reserves were used up last time. No matter what happens next, they can only solve it through observation and logic like ordinary people.

"So your magic didn't sense anything unusual?"

The wizard shook his head: "It's frozen here. The changes in the elements will destroy the traces. I can't feel anything. I'd better be prepared to stay here for a few hours."

Clayton helplessly sucked the cigarette in his mouth to the end, then spit out the cigarette butt, stood up, and hit the ground with the ax again. The ice and soil were split apart by the ax blade. The extraordinary magical object with spiritual energy was not so easy to destroy. In addition to being a weapon, it was also a good shovel.

Julius rubbed his hands and looked around at the ground.

The hand of glory is on him, which may bring some luck to his actions.

"Wait a minute." He said suddenly. When Clayton looked over, he pointed to an inconspicuous place: "There seems to be something here."

The werewolf moved his nose. He didn't notice anything unusual in the direction Julius pointed at, but he still came over.

As usual, it started with an axe, but the feeling of cutting it down immediately became different from the soil.

Clayton changed his approach and slowly used the ax blade to poke out the dirt, exposing what was underneath.

It was a skinned corpse, the blood had been drained, and it even had a pink texture after Clayton patted the dirt off. As for what kind of animal it was, it remains to be investigated, because it was very mutilated, with only a lump left, and its structure was deformed. It was so severe that only a ribbed structure could just be made out, which the werewolf thought might be half of a deer.

"This piece of flesh and blood is very fresh. Some wild beasts will bury uneaten prey in the soil and dig it out when they are hungry."

Julius didn't listen to him and motioned for him to put the body down.

Then, the wizard began to use his skills in the medical field. He put on gloves and pulled out all the bones in the body and put them back together. It didn't take long for the skeletal structure of a human's upper body to take shape outside of flesh and blood.

Clayton's expression became serious.

He realized how serious his mistake was.

Julius raised his head and looked at him: "We seem to have found Sevan."