Chapter 359 The Time Killer

"What do you want to say?" Chude Osmar's voice became fierce, and his broken body straightened slightly.

They had been enemies not long ago, and Clayton's unusual questions put him on guard.

"I thought you knew it very well." Clayton looked at him strangely. Of course he should know: "How can you worship a group of people who don't know the details? Even those who always say they want to make their ancestors proud, but It’s just to express one’s ambitions. In reality, there are so many people who even abandon their illegitimate children and are ashamed of them. Who would have thought that they are also their own blood?”

The so-called goodwill between blood relatives is not just because two people share the same blood, but also because of the transmission of feelings. It is just because the common blood naturally gives them a close relationship, making this transmission more effective and less likely to be lost. . It’s not that the emotion is so solid that it can’t be destroyed.

If a person's parents treat him harshly and make him feel resentful, then he will naturally not think about his ancestors who are higher up.

In the same way, a father's affection for his children is usually based on his affection for their mother. Clayton did not know of a man who hated his woman but loved their shared child.

The feelings towards those distant relatives, or those whom one has never met, are just the overflow of emotions towards those who are close to them.

"Your explanation is useless. All civilizations are based on ancestor worship, without exception." Osmar said gloomily.

Clayton sneered: "Yes, in addition to ancestor worship, the cornerstones of civilization include religious worship and monarch worship. There are so many cornerstones. You don't choose those stones related to reason and wisdom, but you have to find one. I'll jump up and hit myself. Only after seeing you do I know what a masochist is like."

The attitude of those red-headed men towards Osmar was not good, and Osmar's reaction was far from harmonious.

"Worship is the cheapest emotion, especially the vague worship that you don't understand. People who worship others paint a beautiful image that cannot exist at all at the beginning, and then put themselves under that virtual image. If not If you want to worship someone, it's better to be dead, but your ancestor is obviously not dead yet."

Creighton intended to ridicule Osmar, but he was too polite for the sake of those who were still eavesdropping.

The red-headed man raised his head, as if he had figured something out, and the light of hope reappeared on his face: "No, I have already figured it out. Maybe they are not my ancestors at all. My ancestors came to this world a long time ago. That’s why I was born here, and I’ve always found the wrong one.”

"I think you are right." Creighton said calmly: "They are slaves of the Dinons. When the Manses came, even the nobles were in a hurry to escape to Fairyland because they were pregnant. It is natural for slaves who cannot work to be left behind. There seems to be no newborns in Wonderland. Who knows what will happen to pregnant women there. "

Osmar stared at him, sensing the werewolf's malice through his sunglasses: "Are you trying to make me feel pain?"

"Really? What a heartless thing to say!" Clayton denied it flatly: "I promised you to bury Kuok, but you still doubt me like this. We used to have some hatred, but on the last day in Wonderland, I was already with you I have used enough methods on you, and the anger in my heart has disappeared. They will execute you later, and you will die without me taking action, so I am just telling the truth now. "

"Then you should know that this decline is only temporary. As long as we grasp the power of divine grace, we will rise again."

"What's interesting is that your ancestors may not think so. In their eyes, your lifestyle is degenerate." Clayton took a step closer and imitated the tone of those red-headed people in the fairyland: "Unfilial descendants, you can't even believe It’s all lost, how pitiful!”

"Even if your ancestors were not here, they would still say this. Do you think you are important to them?"

"As far as I know, the ancient Dinon people loved burnt offerings very much. They sacrificed lambs and even their own children, but this failed to prevent the disaster from happening, and they could only flee their homeland collectively. You red-headed people were the gods who were with them. The envoy only accepts tributes and does not need to pay tribute. Maybe he has changed his lifestyle after becoming a slave. Maybe your immortal ancestors in the fairyland will offer you as a sacrifice after seeing you. I hope. The god who abandoned you long ago can notice his piety and change his mind."

Although he claimed he meant no harm, Cretton's tone was cold and slippery, as aggressive as a viper's.

Chud Osmar gritted his teeth and his body trembled.

"That's enough!" He screamed from his throat. "How do you understand me?! How do you understand me?!"

"Yeah, I've said enough." Clayton said with waning interest: "You know? The girl next to me once advised me to have some sympathy for you, because you were also deceived by Edwards, and he induced you I am dependent on my own kin, but I cannot feel the slightest pity for you."

"You and Kuok, two people with different personalities, actually stay together, and you still want to hold a funeral for him. I think your relationship should be good. And Edwards's diary shows that you also hesitated, and even I suspected it was a scam, but in the end you were willing to let someone close to you die for something illusory, and then you naturally fell into failure."

"I racked my brains for a long time and chose to be fooled. I have never seen a person as stupid as you. He has accomplished nothing."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, but suddenly there was the sound of heavy objects tipping over behind him.

Chud Osmar was lying on the ground struggling, his hands tied behind his back. Under him were fragments of wooden boxes and broken glass shards from wine bottles. These things made holes and cracks in his clothes, but he couldn't help it. No matter what, he just straightened his upper body like a snake, stared at Clayton with his bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed live coals.

"Clayton Bello, I curse you."

It hardly sounded like a human voice, but like the wind blowing from hell.

Clayton also stood in surprise, but then Osmar's body fell down, burying his face in the debris on the ground.

A few seconds later, the priests rushed out from behind the wooden box shelf like a high wall, lifted the red-headed man's body and laid it flat, and quickly came to a conclusion.

"He's dead."

Chud Osmar maintained an angry expression on his face until his death.

The previous government employee arrived late. He squatted down to check the body angrily, then stood up and looked at Clayton: "Didn't I tell you not to do anything?!"

Before Clayton could speak, the priests spoke.

"He died of old age."

Even Clayton himself didn't know what to say now.

He originally wanted to let Osmar experience the fear before execution, but he died like this and cursed him before death.

Although all the fingers of the red-headed man are gone, he may still have some divine favor on him, and maybe this curse can still be effective on Clayton. Everyone knows that the last words before death are very important.

But Osmar only said that he would curse Clayton, but there was no specific conclusion as to how he would be saddened.

The curse may or may not work, but it has made Clayton uneasy.

No one else pays much attention to this. The government employees are worried about how to deal with the corpses, and the priests also consciously stay here. They keep a close eye on the people of the Presbyterian Church, seeming to hope that the dark descendants can leave quickly, even if they are the elders here. The meeting’s territory.

Fortunately, the dark descendants had nothing to fight over. This place was just a debris warehouse after all. They all turned and walked out, preparing to leave the bodies to these people for disposal.

"Mr. Bello, please come this way." A member of the Presbyterian Church greeted Clayton.

Clayton quickly followed, and they stopped at the door of the warehouse.

The dark descendant with white hair and pure black teeth handed the werewolf a cigarette, then lit it for him and took out a cigarette to smoke.

"Roderick, Manses."

"So Mr. Roderick, it's Elder Dyce who wants to see me. He finally has a task for me?" Clayton asked while smoking. He tried not to think about the curse, but about the affairs of the Presbyterian Church.

Grone has not recovered yet, and Elder Dais is still acting as the governor in the meeting.

The strange dark descendant shook his head: "No, in order to allow the mayoral election to be held in an absolutely safe environment, an area in the city center has been cordoned off. Elder Dais is there, so he will not be seen for the next two weeks. guest."

"Then what is your purpose of looking for me?"

"He just doesn't see visitors, but he does have something to say to you." Roderick cleared his throat: "Old ascetic, there is nothing else for you to do recently. I like the gift you sent me very much, so I might as well Go and see the gift I gave you before, it is in the safe of Dongsen Bank."

"He left a message in the gift before, why did he ask you to repeat it again?"

"He said you had a bad memory."

Clayton almost choked, smoke billowing from his mouth like a steam engine.

"One more thing." Roderick said: "How is your classical prose skills?"

Clayton straightened his breathing: "I only know one mainstream ancient language."

"Are you interested in historical relics?"

"I'm not boasting, I'm at least half an expert." Clayton said frankly that he had done a lot of homework in order to be qualified as a rare antique dealer.

Roderick nodded: "An ancient professor at Sasha University has died. This person's death will be beneficial to many people, except his students. Of course, the students I am talking about do not mean those he accepted as a wizard. Apprentices, but those who have passed legitimate examinations to enter the university, they are now missing a course and the school is looking for someone to replace him."

"Before that, you can also find an expert with relevant background to teach on your behalf. Another member of ours, Aurelli Blanco, recommended you to Sasha University. If you are free, go and take a look and give They take two classes.”

Listening to his description, Clayton suddenly remembered who this dead man was.

"Professor of Antiquity? Christopher?"

"Yes, you know him too."

Regarding this matter, Clayton did not want to say too much: "Of course I know, he is hanging by the train track."

"Oh, he's not there now." Roderick said with interest: "We only hung him up for a few days, and the railway company sent people to protest, saying that doing so affected their reputation. Now the two rows of dead people are all dead." Taken off."

"That's such a shame," Creighton said.