Chapter 41 The Cemetery

The four members of the team looked at each other, perhaps the young man was incomplete, and Tarrant confirmed with his understanding, "Does that girl live in a cabin near the cemetery?"

"No, no, she's there, she'll find out when you pass by," the young man nodded affirmatively. (Please remember me)

"In the cemetery?" Tarrant was surprised.

The young man stood up, his body was strong, his height was close to that of Tarrant, and his muscles were well-defined, "She likes to wander there." ”

Creepy words, but there is not the slightest element on the young man's face that feels inappropriate.

Tarrant nodded in embarrassment, "I understand", the young man was not awake yet, he was frightened by the wolf, "What's that girl's name?"

"Gloria, short blonde hair, different from everyone else, you won't miss it", the young man appeared with an inexplicable expectation, "Every time she smiles, my heart beats faster, it's hard to control, I lose consciousness all over my body when she moves her fingers, she's like my moon, my life ......"

"Idiot, now is not the time to dream," Kira Veton snorted, but her tone seemed to be similar to jealousy.

Tarrant stretched out his hand to stop the priest from saying, "I see, what's your name?"

"Albert, thank you", Albert shook Tarrant's hand, "I don't know how to thank you. ”

"Everyone has the right to show love," Tarrant nodded affirmatively, "and we'll tell that girl how lucky she was." ”

"Falling in love with a fool?" said Kira Veton, pretending to be confused.

Albert stole a glance at Kira Veton, lowered his head, embarrassed, shy, inferior, speechless, as if his heart also acquiesced to this assessment.

"Don't mind," Tarrant patted him on the shoulder, "this woman is crazy, don't heed what she says." ”

"I ......" Albert rubbed his hands tightly against each other, the dark moon above his head broke free from the layers of black clouds, and the faint light sprinkled in the leaves, everyone vaguely saw Albert's face, only twenty years old, his natural curly hair was stained with dead leaves, and his sturdy body was full of dry and cracked mud, cough...... Albert suddenly grabbed his throat with both hands, "Hurry up"

"What's wrong?" Tarrant grabbed his hands, he looked poisoned

Kira Veton quickly chanted a spell to neutralize the toxin, and the ball of energy melted into Albert's body, the young man's expression was even more painful, and the magic had no effect in the slightest, "Quick...... "Go," he knelt on the ground, his whole face pressed against the ground and roared.

"Is it Lovell's toxin?" Tarrant popped up the thought, "Kiraviton, use your special potion"

The priest takes out the potion, "Open your mouth, try this"

"Useless ......" Albert pushed away the priest beside him, his arm muscles shaking, "Sue Sù Gloria, I love...... T......" As if he had a large mouthful of water in his mouth when he said the last word, he turned his head to look at Tarrant, who were bloodthirsty eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, and only at that moment Albert's legs suddenly exerted force, and his body jumped into the forest

"He'......" Katrina looked in that direction in surprise, and there was no movement in the mist.

The explosive force Tarrant admitted that he couldn't do it, the strength of this fishing village youth was unusual, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Tarrant thought of helping Albert, "We have to follow and see how it goes"

"More and more trouble," the priest flicked his arms impatiently, "help this and that, when will we get to the castle......?"

The four of them followed the direction into the dense forest, and they immediately lost their target, unable to hear Albert's movements.

"Albert's physical fitness is very good", a fisherman actually shook off the tracking of professional adventurers, Tarrant crouched down and picked up a dead leaf, which was trampled on, he measured it with his fingers, the footprints on the ground were one size larger than Tarrant, he took two steps and found another footprint, "The young man has a large stride and is probably very familiar with this wood." ”

Connasius's index finger scratched a tree trunk with a white scratch that seeped out of the sap, "Fresh scratches, animal claws, it climbed up the tree." ”

"Albert hit that monster," Catrina exclaimed.

"No screams", Tarrant found no blood, and everyone looked up at the quiet treetops, hoping that he was okay, the team could not catch up with Albert, and hoped that they would not encounter wild wolves.

"Isn't it strange that things have come to this point?" shouted Kira Veton at the end of the line, "the people of the village are divided into two hostile parts, the normal part puts itself in the log, and the other part", she paused deliberately, "and has a super explosive power, and can jump from the top of the tree to the front of the cabin." ”

"Are you implying that Albert is the one who fears the villagers?" Tarrant asked rhetorically, judging from what he had just said, Albert had that ability...... But Albert seems to be a shy fisherman, and with a girl he is fascinated by, Tarrant does not believe that a man with feelings can do terrible things, and the owner of the paw print on the trunk is the trouble of the village.

"Whew-" The wolf howl that resounded through the night sky was nearby

Conasius's arrow pointed urgently at the mist, "Get out of here"

"Leave this" Tarrant agreed, and the inference about Albert had to be paused for a moment, the wolf howl just now was completely different from the previous two times, it was a pack of wolves, and the distance between them and the wolves was shortening

Kira Veton turned and ran in the direction of the cemetery, Catrina following her, and Tarrant looked back from time to time to see that nothing was chasing them.

The team rushed into a clearing, and on the craggy ground stood a faint broken stone monument, a cemetery.

The howl of the wolf stopped, and there was no more strange howling in the woods, and the team looked around vigilantly, and there were indeed no buildings, and there was no "Gloria".

Albert's description is so vivid that one almost believes that the cemetery is really inhabited by a beautiful girl, and Tarrant raises his sword forward, and he sees the unexpected: an open earth pit, no wooden coffin, the tombstone slanted to the side, the owner is obviously not at home, and the grass has risen from the corpse.

"Blasphemy against the undead," Katrina lamented, "could it be the wolves?"

The grass indicated that the tombstone had been turned open for months, and Tarrant looked down at the tombstone: the thirteenth day of the flower, the thirteenth day of the month, Lajoclo. The deceased a few months ago, the tomb was robbed after being buried, "Conaxio, do you have an impression of the name Rajoclo?"

"No", the soldiers knew almost the same thing about the situation on the island as they did Tarrant.

"Will it be rich?"

"The people on the island have no concept of property, primitive barter. ”

Then there was no reason to do so, and Tarrant didn't believe that wolves would dig up graves, "By the way, when was the last time people from the National Geographic Society came to the island?"

"On the twentieth day of the snowmelt month", the soldier returned.

Twenty-three days later, Tarrant looked forward, more graves, five or six of them were dug up, "atrocities have happened many times", he clenched his fists and walked away, almost the same situation, except that the name and date on the tombstone were different, all happened after the snowmelt moon, "the fishermen may have vented their hostility on the deceased" Tarrant guessed that there had been similar riots in the Syante slum before, and when he turned around, Katrina was standing by the tombstone of Rajoclo, and the woods behind her stood eeriely with an eerie picture