Chapter 266 The Death of a Big Shot

The girl's hand pressed on the tattooed back of the Salvation Army prisoner. As the power of witchcraft penetrated, the skin containing mana began to scorch and peel off, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

"Uh-"

The prisoner wanted to struggle, but a pair of heavy armor was pressing down on his limbs. Clayton had already consumed most of his strength before. He had not yet recovered, let alone resisted these two forces. The little girl could only moan softly.

Stripping mana marks from living people will cause them to feel pain. When she watched Creighton torture the Salvation Army prisoners, she didn't feel much sympathy, only a little pity, but after she also inflicted pain on these people, she Suddenly, her mind recalled the punishment her uncle had given her for attacking Julius. The iron-like hand grabbed her neck and lifted it up. The stinging sensation of the skin tearing was unforgettable.

Donna doesn't like anyone touching her, except family members.

Because touching is often a sign of intimacy, but that's not always the case.

As it is now.

Watching Uncle Clayton torture the prisoners was a completely different feeling than doing it herself. Feeling the tremors of fear coming from the body under his hands, she felt more pity than when she was watching before.

She believed that she fully understood what her uncle had warned her at the end.

So it's time to work.

After a while, she got the answer from the prisoner, stood up and walked out of the barn.

The two men at the door were smoking. In the past month, Donna had not seen Clayton smoking, but she saw it today. She thought it might have been stress from recent experiences.

"Is there any result?"

Clayton's deep voice rang out from the smoke, awakening Donna from her reverie.

Seeing her uncle's serious face, she felt a little panicked for some reason.

Donna walked out of the barn, but her mind was still stuck in the daze of the previous moment.

It was hard for her not to think about those things just now.

"There are results. The ritual they used requires at least two venues. Only if the ceremony is held in two venues at the same time, the effect of the ritual can be exerted. The tattoos on the backs of these people are the followers of the Thirteenth Lord of Dinon. Perhaps the ceremony in another venue What's on the back of the sacrifice is the main gods themselves, but it must be in a very far place, and I can't sense it at all."

"Great, if we can't interfere with the field on the other side, then we will be trapped here waiting to die." Julius crossed his arms and spoke arrogantly: "But I believe there is a way to solve this matter. It’s really not possible”

"His dad will help us get revenge," Clayton told Donna.

The girl's expression suddenly became complicated when she looked at Julius.

When this person grew up, he never thought that he would have to rely on his father to solve problems. She was much stronger than him, at least she had never relied on her father.

Her mood suddenly improved a little.

The performance of his companion made the wizard pause, and then his voice was a little angry: "Can you stop smoking my cigarette and arranging me at the same time?"

"sorry."

In the blink of an eye, Clayton changed his face to a humble one, leaving Julius not knowing what to say next.

"Now please continue." After apologizing, Clayton immediately returned to his expressionless state.

His apology was very utilitarian.

"You idiot!" The wizard waved his hands into fists, but after briefly comparing the strength gap between the two sides, he put them down and explained angrily: "I mean, we can get rid of these prisoners." Outside of Gévaux.”

"How to do this?"

"Boat."

"Ship?" Clayton's surprise appeared on his face.

It is true that Jewo's ship is not large enough to carry all of them, and even the direction of the water is opposite to the route to Sasha City, but they do not have to consider taking the living sacrifice home after all. This was fine as long as the living sacrifices were kept away from the ceremonial grounds in Gevo.

No matter how powerful that "soul of the land" is, Clayton believes that it can't make the river flow backwards.

"This is a solution." Clayton agreed. "I'll make arrangements for this after I send you back later."

After he said that, he brought the hand-rolled cigarette provided by the wizard to his lips and took a few puffs. When the fire was half burning, he took another puff, sucked the whole burning cigarette into his mouth and chewed it. The tobacco provided by the wizard had a special spicy taste. Very refreshing.

"Right, so what's your bad news? I didn't hear it just now." Donna suddenly remembered this and asked Julius.

Behind her, Clara nodded too.

Julius didn't expect that they were still struggling with this matter. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Oh, the bad news is that Chude Osmar didn't reveal any information to them. There may be other arrangements elsewhere."

Donna let out a disappointed sigh and said no more.

The way back was short, and the two living people and a Clara had nothing to say. Once inside, they went to their respective rooms to rest and left the rest to Clayton.

The next day, as soon as they woke up, they received new news from Clayton, who had just returned.

Mayor Jeffrey is dead.

Mayor Jeffrey is a good man.

At least that’s what the locals in Gevo think.

He may have had an affair or two, taken some bribes, and may have perjured his friends in local court. But he was generally a good guy.

No one is perfect, not to mention that Jeffrey recently led everyone to defeat a group of wanted criminals who pretended to be rich people and their followers. This was a big achievement. For this reason, people are willing to pay more for this dead person. Say some kind words,

Creighton was one of the first people to discover the mayor's body.

To be precise, he saw with his own eyes how the mayor died.

That was after he had just stolen a boat and some food to help the prisoners escape. He came back from outside the town and saw Mayor Jeffrey standing at the door of his residence waiting, with a black face and a melancholy expression. There was a conflict with someone.

Seemingly without a key, the respectable gentleman had to knock on the door late at night to try and get someone inside to open the door for him.

It happened that the mayor's hard knocks on the door worked. The thick layer of snow on the roof was shaken off, rolled down the slope, and hit the mayor's head heavily with a weight of hundreds of kilograms. Up, the poor old man died without a word.

This incident was soon discovered by others - the mayor's family found his body when they opened the door, and the screams spread throughout almost a third of the town.

In order to come back for dinner early and not to be regarded as a murder suspect by others, Clayton left the scene immediately after Mayor Jeffrey was smashed to death, so that he could have the opportunity to tell the story of his experience to others.

After listening to this story, Julius rubbed his hands uneasily, and the sunlight in the hall seemed unable to bring him a sense of security:

"Hey, Clayton, it's not that I don't believe you, but this is a little bit... Are you sure you didn't kill him? We are a team, you have to be honest with me."

Clayton snorted, he didn't need to hide the murder from his companions.

"So we don't have to worry about him anymore?" Donna asked, trying to join in the analysis like a professional.

But it can be seen that her demeanor is still very childish.

Clayton looked at her and replied: "We don't need to worry about him, but we need to worry about the cause of his death. I suspect that he was also caught up in bad luck. Maybe it is related to the disaster beast that Professor Christopher is looking for. This beast is currently It hasn’t appeared yet, but we have to be careful because it might look similar to livestock such as cattle and sheep, so we haven’t found it yet.”

He thought about it on the way back and thought that the things deep in the swamp must be related to fate.

The calamity-attracted beast that Professor Christopher was looking for was not attracted by the massacre in the mines on the edge of the city, but came to Gévaux. It is definitely not a coincidence that the members of the Doomsday Seeker sect have also settled in Jevo and want to stir up trouble here.

Chud Osmar must also know about this beast. After all, Christopher is also a member of the Doomsday Seeker sect. If he is willing to recruit mercenaries, he will definitely notify other sect members to help him.

The more Clayton thought about it, the clearer the situation became. If his guess was true, then many things would be explained.

The doomsday seekers send leatherworkers to attack livestock in order to find the disaster beast hiding in the animal pen. It is the highest-level sacrifice in the ritual.

Perhaps Chud Osmar started the Elisio ritual not to enhance the power of certain people at first, but to use the ritual's power-stealing qualities to search for extraordinary creatures throughout the existence of Jevo.

He just wanted to find the beast of disaster.

That is his ultimate goal!

Clayton believed he had figured things out, but more information was needed. So he called Selanie up and asked Mayor Jeffrey what he had done to her before he died. Facing him, Selanie did not dare to hide anything and told the last major life event that Mayor Jeffrey made in his life.

In fact, it is similar to Donna's guess, but it ends with the decline of middle-aged and elderly men.

It was an embarrassing thing, but now it has no use value.

After all, the person involved is dead.

After finishing all the food with everyone in the sun-filled hall, Clayton Bello leaned his broad and heavy back on the sofa, breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered Barbara, who came to collect the plates: "Put it away." Release Ian Lazarus and ask him to rush to Sasha City with all his strength and go directly into the city. If he can enter Sasha City, don't go back. He can come back to us only if there is an accident. "

In this way, they will know whether they can go back in two days at most.

Barbara hesitated, but still moved the box brought back by Julius and Perot downstairs and opened it in front of everyone.

Inside is Ian Lazarus, folded up again.

Unlike Barbara's eyes that remained dark red even when she was thirsty for blood, his originally bright blue eyes had permanently turned into a dead gray, as if the lake had dried up, with his face facing up to the world outside the box. like a statue.

Donna and Pero turned their heads away unbearably.