Chapter 64: The Return

The mage had his back to Tarrant, the red robes were not the attire of the royal guards, and from his words he didn't look like a member of the army, Tarrant couldn't be sure which organization the mage suddenly appeared belonged to, but definitely not the ancient wizards, he clearly heard the mage mention "my chief", he worked for the Empire, and the tone of his tone towards the supreme magistrate of Wilsin proved that the mage's chief had equal powers.

"Why are you here?" Donatello looked down at his robes, "Of course, I almost forgot, you're very enthusiastic about the work of the vigilantes," he glanced at Jim, "Something to say." ”

The robe slowly approached the sheriff and whispered a few words to him.

Donatello lowered his voice to talk to the robes, their expressions obscured, and Tarrant couldn't deduce anything.

After a few minutes, the two stopped talking, and Donatello said slowly, "I hope you made the right choice." ”

The robe saluted slightly, "Thank you for your help", he chanted the spell, and the teleportation energy reappeared, but the energy was on Jim's body, and it was too late for anyone to raise objections that Jim had been teleported away.

"What's going on?" Tarrant was puzzled, Donatello's attitude just now was clear that he wanted to punish Jim severely, and now that Jim was taken away, it seemed to indicate that Jim would not be punished again.

"A dirty deal," Kira Veton said behind his back, "the vigilantes, the army, the royal guards, whatever they are like garbage heaps, Jim has a reason to be pardoned, and the trash in his castle will be valued by some." ”

"Who in Wilsin can command the Supreme Sheriff?" Tarrant asked himself, "Siant's people?"

"Jim could have done great things," Katrina lamented.

"Katrina, Jim has gone down the wrong path", Tarrant looked at her, her face sickly white, reminding him that it was almost dawn and she couldn't stay here "Let's get out of here." ”

"No", Katrina pushed Tarrant's hand away.

"We have more important things," Tarrant couldn't tell the truth, he looked up at the castle in the distance, fiery red light slowly oozing from the patrol wall.

"Jim will be punished as he deserves", Donatello motioned to the villagers to stop discussing the mage, "Now let's look at these demons, who have destroyed the peace of Gilu, destroyed their homes, killed their own kind, and whose crimes are engraved in the hearts of every victim, and I hereby sentence them to death, may their deaths appease the wrath of justice." ”

Soldiers form a semicircle separating villagers and vampires, and a mage reaches out to the target.

"If they are capital crimes, what about us?" shouted a voice from behind the villagers.

The villagers parted automatically, and several unfamiliar faces appeared there.

"Ah, it's them" After seeing each other clearly, the villagers hurriedly retreated, and several old people stumbled and fell to the ground.

The men were all relatively muscular, and Tarrant could imagine who they were.

"The werewolf is coming" The fishing village child hid behind the soldiers.

Conasius explained beside Donatello: "There were two reactions after eating the black fish, vampires and werewolves, these werewolves did not harm the villagers, and they were the ones who protected the villagers during this time. ”

"Being able to maintain their humanity proves that they have no evil thoughts," said Donatello slowly, "if this is true, you will be rescued by Wilsing, and the soldiers will send you to the temple of Wilsing, and until then, you will have to be isolated." ”

The young werewolf standing at the front of the queue did not answer the sheriff's suggestion, and he walked slowly to Tarrant with the surprised eyes of the villagers, "Found ...... Is there a way?".

Tarrant had promised to find a way, but he couldn't face them, and he failed, and the expectant look in the other party saddened him even more.

When the werewolf saw the answer, he cried out in a mournful voice, "Fellows, what are you going to do?

The people over there raised their fists together, and their voices converged into a powerful force: "End"

The soldiers stared nervously at the werewolves, and no one understood what their words meant.

The werewolf walked up to the sheriff, "we ask for the same ending as they" he pointed to the erected vampire, "we don't want to see blood and death again", the werewolf fell to his knees and looked up to the sheriff's face like a pilgrimage, "to end our long-withered lives." ”

Donatello didn't answer, his hand gripping the hilt of the greatsword.

Katrina suddenly stepped out of the crowd, "Now that we have chosen death, we can still try a dangerous solution." ”

Tarrant didn't understand her words, why did she use the word "we".

"Would you like to?". Katrina asks the werewolves, "Bet your life for the chance to become normal"

The werewolf in front of the sheriff stood up, "How?"

"Blood", Katrina pulled out an ordinary dagger from her robe.

The werewolf took the dagger, "I'll trade anything in exchange", the dagger slashed across his arm, dark red liquid gushing out of the wound and flowing down his arm to his fingertips, a blood flower on the damp ground, and the skin of the wound healed quickly, leaving no trace of injury.

Katrina held the blood-red dagger in both hands, "Blood for blood", her voice trembling, and the dagger pointed at her arm.

No, she was going to use herself to do the test, and Tarrant stepped forward, "Katrina"

"I'm not going to turn myself into a monster" The mage reached out and pushed Tarrant's chest, and the force shook him back, "If I lived like this, I would prefer to be baptized by the sun", Katrina laughed miserably, and stabbed the dagger into her palm.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, Tarrant will never forget this scene, the dagger pierced Katrina's palm, she screamed and pulled out the dagger, the red liquid on the iron disappeared, she knelt on the ground in pain, like Mara's portrait when she was leaving, Tarrant suffered the pain of suffocation, he swore to protect Katrina, but he did not protect anyone.

A light wind blew on the sea, and a white bird hovered over the crowd, its cry becoming the only sound on the shore.

The scorching sun shone through the castle's barrier and sprinkled on everyone, and when the time came, Tarrant rushed forward and hugged Katrina tightly, he couldn't afford to lose her, he wrapped every part of Katrina with all his might, almost to be with her.

Countless extreme pains screamed in their ears, and the judgment of them began, and those pains merged together to form a tragedy that had never been all, and every qiē life was discolored in this scream, and every qiē heartbeat was stopped by them.

Those bodies flying in the wind, depleted bodies, repentant eyes, all the once terrifying elements turned into a trace of smell in the air, the powder blew on the bodies of the villagers, and the relatives were reunited, and they returned to the village forever.

Tarrant didn't dare to open his eyes if all that was left in his arms was ashes...... He hugged him tightly, he could smell the familiar body scent, and his cold body trembled in his arms.

"I ......" she was trembling, a soft light caressing Katrina's face, "cold ......" she curled up in a ball.

Chapter 64: The Return