And what about Young Master John?

Could it be that he is also a werewolf?

The simple association makes people's hearts beat for a while, and almost destroys the last bit of hope in their hearts,

Fortunately, at this time, someone stood up and said,

How can the eldest young master be a werewolf, don't forget, he personally cut off the head of the giant wolf, and, even if we doubt the eldest young master, we should at least believe that the knight and Father Duolun should be believed!

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But the natural fear of dark creatures can not be soothed by this statement, panic always brings pessimism, and unconsciously, the seeds of fear have signs of revival again.

Fortunately, at this time, the long-awaited Sheriff Scott finally arrived at Conton Manor.

This veteran police officer, who is over sixty years old, has a great reputation in this land, has been a police officer for more than 30 years, has always been dedicated to his duties, and has never done anything against morality, people believe in him, and naturally move closer to him.

……

A paper that smelled of ink lay quietly on the table by the window, the warm sunlight turned into a trivial pillar of light through the curtains, and with the swing of the curtains, the words marked on the paper also disappeared like small islands in the sea of fog.

Recruitment, Giant Wolf, Demon Hunter, Condon Manor.

Father Duolun recited these words silently, his gaze deep and serene, with seven points of thought and three parts of exhaustion.

"John Condon, are you really that confident?"

The priest sighed and looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

A moment later, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the house.

The door opened, and Mars, dressed as a farmer, entered.

"How?" The priest asked,

Mars's face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice,

"As the teacher guessed, the news did spread in the manor, and there was one more thing."

As he spoke, the Templars stepped forward and whispered a recount of the bad news from the north.

After hearing the news, the priest's face suddenly sank, his eyes flickered, and after walking a few steps in the room, he chose to sit in a chair, his fingers habitually tapping on the table,

Boom! Boom! The sound echoed through the quiet cabin, and when you listen closely, it sounds like a tired requiem.

"So, John Condon was there when it happened last night."

"Yes!" With a rare look of seriousness in his eyes, Mars whispered, "He must have been there, and I think it's highly likely that he planned the massacre." ”

"There's proof!"

The Templar shook his head, "He came back late last night, and he didn't smell of blood. ”

Hearing this, the priest sighed, and his face couldn't help showing disappointment, "Come back late" There are 10,000 ways to explain it, and it is impossible to make evidence at all, and it is impossible to use it as a handle to blackmail him.

"By the way, what about the source of the news? Did you find it? The priest asked again,

"I only know that it came from the tavern in the south, but I don't know who it is."

"What about the young man named Renault? Isn't he! ”

Mars thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Probably not, he moved out with his family at noon today." ”

"Move out? Why? ”

"It is said that it was for the sake of the children, but because of the giant wolf, they were afraid that something would happen to the children, so they left the plantation with their families."

"That's it!"

The priest muttered to himself, his head turned quickly, according to the current situation, the person who spread the news should not be Renault, but besides Renault, who else would do this for the eldest young master.

For a while, my heart suddenly became confused.

In order to find a way to restrain John, the priest conducted an extremely in-depth investigation of his past through conversations with believers, but the results were not very satisfactory.

John Condon didn't like to talk since he was a child, and due to the departure of his biological mother, his personality was cowardly, he had few friends, and he was not good at making friends, and he was gradually disliked by Mr. Condon, even if he was admitted to the College of William & Mary, he didn't change much, and he was still that taciturn.

But when he thought of his behavior in the past few days, the priest felt that the investigation he had done was a complete joke.

A taciturn person will have such a deep city, a taciturn person will have so much courage, and a taciturn person will dare to fight with a giant wolf.

"Two-Face?"

A legend that had been circulated in Europe came to mind, and the priest immediately shook his head and rejected the idea, how could there be such a coincidence in this world.

"Teacher, what should we do next?" Mars, who was waiting anxiously, asked in a low voice,

"Let me think about it!"

Father Duolun waved his hand, closed his eyes, and carefully recounted what had happened in the past few days, but no matter how he went, due to the lack of information, the questions that lingered in his mind still could not find any clue.

Is what he said last night true or false?

Are werewolf tribes really eyeing the land?

And the killing that happened in the north, who was the one who did that killing with John Conton?

……

Countless questions surround my mind, as if it has become an invisible net, unconsciously trapping everyone in this land.

Perhaps before the situation gets worse, it is best to get out of the way.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he was immediately stifled by the priest without hesitation, he could not leave, not even death.

The priest sighed slightly, picked up the recruitment notice on the table, handed it to Mars, and said,

"Take it, go ahead, stay with John Conton as a demon hunter."

"Teacher, I'm ......"

The Templars were reluctant, but were harshly stopped as soon as they spoke.

"Remember, from now on I am no longer your teacher, and you are no longer a Templar, learn to be an ordinary person, observe that cunning fellow from the perspective of an ordinary person, and not return until I call you personally."

After a pause, the priest suddenly patted Mars on the shoulder and said meaningfully,

"Don't worry, just do it! Trust me, that bastard will only believe in your new identity and will not choose to debunk it. ”

After a little unfriendly pushing, the Templar, who had grown up in the Church, was kicked out of his home by the priest.

Just like those wanderers who left the family for the first time, the first thing Mars felt was an inexplicable hesitation and helplessness, empty-handed, and he didn't even have a weapon to defend himself.

He wanted to turn back, but looked at the closed wooden door, thought about it, and turned away.