Dominic approached the door of the house, and in Maffeo's opinion, a slight push of the palm was enough to knock down the sturdy wooden door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But he knew that this guy was keeping due caution. Indeed, I felt a strange feeling when I entered this village. If it weren't for the fact that he suppressed the restlessness of the ghost hand in time, I'm afraid he would have to struggle with the side effects of the alchemy potion and the pain caused by the ghost hand.

He didn't rush to act, but gently pressed his ear to the wooden door, listening to the movement in the room. In Dominic's vision, he thought he might hear the sound of a curse, or the sound of something cursed. But to his surprise, he didn't hear anything.

Maffeo saw the puzzled expression on Dominic's face, and couldn't help but ask softly with curiosity in his heart. "What's wrong, cleric?"

Dominic made a silent gesture, then shook his hand at Maffeo, signaling him not to speak. The latter spread his hands helplessly, but felt a little happy, for the fellow had finally ceased to be visibly hostile to him, after the last time they had fought together against the pretenders who had appeared in Huttonmar's Central Plaza. Maffeo thought he could understand the clergy, and he couldn't completely deny the clergy's attitude toward evil.

It was a warhammer mission, and Maffeo could even guess that the Order would make the same decision as Warhammer - to let some hapless bastard be the first to find out. While this was a necessary move in every sense of the word before the operation could begin, Warhammer wanted Maffeo to bring back not any useful information, but rather that Maffeo should eliminate the guys in one fell swoop, lest the Warhammer King himself take action.

Well, Maffeo certainly wouldn't choose to do that kind of stupid thing. So he didn't think much more about coming here, he only regarded this trip as a simple exploration operation. So Maffeo didn't show much surprise when he found out that Dominic was also in the village, because it was expected by him. Now, something stranger seems to be happening in the village than it is to explore.

Dominic straightened his leaning body and paused outside the door for a few seconds before reaching out his other hand and gently pushing the wooden door open. Maffeo had expected him to use a more drastic approach, but it occurred to him that the eerie atmosphere of this village made Dominic afraid to act rashly.

It's dark inside, that's a given. A remote village like this would not have too good facilities, and Dominic could only find a few candles in the house that were about to burn out. But none of this was the main thing, and to his surprise, there was no one in the room. He lowered his head to check the other side of the wooden door, and sure enough, he didn't see any blood on the floor inside the room. The blood seeping out of the crack in the door seemed to appear out of nowhere.

He was sure that he had noticed an old woman at dusk urging a little boy into the room, but now he saw no one in the room. Confused, Dominic put the cross away. He had thought there would be a demon here, or some other thing. But aside from the mural hanging on the wall, Dominic wasn't surprised by any part of the house.

The mural was so dilapidated that there were more scratches on the frame than Dominica could count. Of course, what made Dominic more concerned was the content of the mural. Three black-robed men surround a rectangular test table, on which lies a monster with a humanoid body. Dominic was almost as determined by the moment he saw it was the mutant he had encountered lying on the bench. "Why is this painting here?"

Maffeo, who was standing outside the house, didn't hear anything for a long time, so he prepared to go up and check the situation inside. But just as he was about to take a step, he heard something unusual. Maffeo quickly turned his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the barrel full of cured meat that had fallen to the ground in the corner of the room behind him. The greatsword was silently unsheathed, and Maffeo slowly moved around the corner.

The sound of hard boots stepping on the water in a shallow puddle was the only sound Maffeo could hear, and the corner was quiet, as if nothing had ever been there. Maffeo held the sword in one hand, and the ghost hand slowly reached out of the half-shoulder cloak into a fist, and he was ready for anything. As the distance around the corner grew, Maffeo gradually prepared to defend himself against attacks.

The clouds finally stopped obscuring the moon, and the bleak moonlight shone through the village. Maffeo, on the other hand, saw a distorted shadow on the ground that was reflected in the moonlight, and the other party was writhing irregularly around the corner, or rather, ...... Shiver?

After only taking two or so steps to reach the other side of the corner, Maffeo stopped, stretched out the ghost, and prepared to unleash the impact of blood. The other hand raised the greatsword, ready to leave a second chance to attack when the blood impact could not hit the opponent. After preparing everything, Maffeo took a big stride forward, shortening the distance between the two steps into one, and made a dodge to the center of the corner.

Neither the Blood Impact nor the Great Sword made an attack, and everything was as calm as before. In Maffeo's sight was a little boy crouching around the corner, leaning against the outside of the room. He was looking at Maffeo with brown eyes full of fear, his lips squirming as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Maffeo slowly put away his greatsword, and his ghost hand shrunk into his half-shoulder cloak, as if he thought that the child was so frightened because he saw his ghost hand. "Don't be afraid, kid. He spoke softly.

"Stay away from me, outsiders ......," the child said tremblingly.

"I don't mean anything, I just pass by occasionally. Maffeo didn't step forward, he knew the kid wanted to distance himself from his scary-looking self. The side effects of the alchemy potion have not completely subsided, and he must look like a demon in the eyes of the child, right?

"You're lying, I saw two other people outside the village for a long time. You're in a league with them, aren't you?" the child crouched and tried to take a few steps back, but he found himself behind the outer wall of the house.

"Look what good you've done, Dominique......" Maffeo waved his hand helplessly. "Listen, kid, get back home, it's dangerous here. ”

The child shook his head vigorously, "No mutants came to the village tonight, but everyone is used to them. Sacrifice...... I don't want to be a sacrifice......" he buried his head in his arms and sobbed softly.

Maffeo crouched down and asked confusedly. "I've heard about mutants, and they're no longer a threat, but what exactly do you mean by sacrifice?"

"The grown-ups have ...... It was completely changed, and every day they would send a few children from the village to the dense forest, which they said was an offering to the gods and let them receive the true revelation. The child looked up and said in fear.

"Why are they doing this?" asked Maffeo.

"The devotees of the gods used to be here, and since then, the adults in the village have completely changed......" he wiped from his tears.

Maffeo stood up, "Go back quickly, kid." ”

"I don't want to, I don't want to be sent to that dense forest by adults one day, I'm afraid to go there......"

"Come with me, then, if you believe me. Maffeo looked at him and said.

The little boy slowly shifted his gaze to Maffeo's face, an uncertain expression on his face. After a while, he stood up against the wall. "If you can keep me safe. ”

"As long as you don't run around......" Maffeo spread his hands.

"I'm not going to run around. ”

Dominic walked out of the room with a solemn expression, and after some investigation he figured out something, there was some kind of blind obedience in the people here. Maybe that's what makes this village so weird, and mutants? they're not something that scares the villagers at all. He had expected to have seen enough surprises in the day, until he saw a little boy behind Maffeo. "What the hell?"