That makes sense. ”

Yalei bowed slightly, his eyes moved, and he reached out and snatched Beverly's shorthand book like lightning: "Then why did Jeffrey kill these two people, and did they have any intersection between them?"

“......”

The red-haired boy shook his head, and could only helplessly let the shorthand book be robbed:

"I don't know the exact details, but I do know that the day of Jeffrey's death was a few days before and after their tomb robbery, and it can even be said to coincide. ”

"The cemetery of the Treves family?" the black-haired knight jerked his head up and lowered the shorthand book in his hand.

In other words, it is very likely that this is an evil vengeance event. ”

Beverly immediately reached out and snatched back his shorthand notebook, and recounted at a rapid pace:

"Derek, Hank, and Will went to rob the tomb, and then woke up to the tomb owner who was only asleep and not ascended to heaven, and was retaliated against. The missing Will was the first to be killed, and then Derek and Hank, who were terrified, couldn't help but want to abscond, but they were unlucky enough to run into a disturbance from the cultists, so they had to sneak away through underground channels, and finally ...... Still didn't escape. ”

"Sounds reasonable...... But what are you sure that the troublemaker must be a cultist?" the black-haired knight looked at him with his chin in his hands and a wrung brow

"Murder, skinning, corpse abuse, then chaos in the western suburbs of Edinburgh, self-explosion attacks, and finally the assassination of Lydia, what else could it be but a cultist?" explained the red-haired boy with open hands.

"Hmm...... It makes sense. ”

Jarley nodded hesitantly, his gaze glancing over Beverly's shorthand book. Cast in his face:

"Cultists naturally want to suppress them, but they can't just target them, especially the assassination of this pair. We need to be more prepared. At least until there is ironclad evidence pointing the cause of all the accidents to the cultists, we cannot make judgments, after all, we must now talk about evidence in everything. ”

"Why? As long as the local cultists are cleaned up and the skinning and assassination events disappear, can't we deduce the truth of the matter?" the red-haired boy folded his shoulders in confusion.

"Going all out to eliminate the cultists means that we need to disperse our strength, and scattering our strength will give the assassins an opportunity to take advantage of it. Your lives are more important to me than the Kingdom of the Highlands, so until I have ironclad proof. I'm not going to go all out against the cultists. ”

The black-haired knight glanced at the strong tea that had been spoiled by the other party, took a sip with a frown, and continued:

"Let the army of the Highland Kingdom go and clear it slowly. We will remain silent until the truth is clarified. ”

"Well, from your point of view, there's really nothing wrong with that. ”

Beverly nodded. Jumped off the table. Turning to him, he waved his hand: "Then I will search the cemetery with all my might, and at the same time try to find the two missing grave robbers, as well as the poor evil spirit, and put the ironclad evidence in front of you." ”

"Wait. ”

Yalei put down his large teapot and stopped the red-haired boy as he was about to leave the tent.

"Anything else?" the red-haired boy looked back at him in surprise.

"Don't forget, you're likely to be assassinated yourself. ”

The black-haired knight stared at the tea leaves floating in the cup, thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Let Nicole and Clark go with you to investigate." It is not allowed to be separated after leaving the barracks, this is the order. ”

"Willing to serve you. Sir. ”

The corners of the red-haired boy's lips turned up slightly, and he saluted him as if he was in shape, and then left the military tent with his head held high.

Looking at the figure that disappeared with the closing of the curtain, Yalei picked up the white lacquer teapot in his hand, wiped the side that the other party had just drunk with his sleeve, and hummed:

"I don't like to drink and always come over to drink my tea, spoiling good things, and one by one more and more presumptuous. ”

......

A cold gust of wind poured into the room, and the old bar door opened and closed, but no one entered.

The emissary in the dark corner looked up and narrowed his eyes.

"You're here just in time, you have to do something for me. ”

The waiter spoke into the air, and there was no response, and if an ordinary person saw it, he might think he was crazy.

The air soon smelled of blood, and the bartender saw through the darkness a thick trail of blood spreading out of thin air on the ground, and kept looking forward, the blood became thicker and thicker, and finally stopped in front of the man.

The strong and dense smell of blood type became stronger and stronger, almost pouring into the waiter's mouth and nose, he insisted on not letting himself spit out, his eyes instantly turned into snake pupils, and he snorted coldly:

"You dare not listen to your master!?"

Smack!

Before the words fell, the man's Adam's apple suddenly hollowed out of five small holes, his eyes almost protruded from his sockets, and his entire body slowly levitated. Kicking his legs forward violently, as if he had hit an entity, making a thumping sound.

The messenger's eyes widened, his hands clenched tightly in front of his throat, and his body struggled with all his might, squeezing out a hoarse sentence:

“скользящий！”

Boom!

A viscous blood mist suddenly exploded in the air, and with the splash of foul-smelling blood, a figure with bare muscles all over its body and no half an inch of skin disappeared with the shock wave, knocking the wall out of a deep crater, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Idiot ......"

The messenger struggled to prop up his body from the floor, and the snake pupils stared at the hole in the wall, and sneered:

"It's just an evil spirit, and it also wants to resist the master's curse, so it's beyond his strength!"

The air fell silent, the dripping blood gradually faded away, and a figure with skin peeled off and muscles and organs exposed, stood silently in front of him.

"The lackeys of the Rosevian are patrolling the streets, and I want you to lure their leader to Eighth Street, the place you know, if you don't want to suffer, do it!"

“......”

The evil spirit raised its head, staring at him with a pair of eyes without eyelids, revealing a resentful and fearful emotion, and its terrifying body faded with the smell of blood, and finally disappeared into the air.

......

Western suburbs, shopping streets.

Lolo and Goethe walked briskly through the streets of the western suburbs. He was followed by five teams of warriors in white armor, each of which was led by a third-order knight and twenty experienced warriors at the peak of the second order.

The white alloy armor of these guards soldiers. Both the shoulder pads and the left chest are inlaid with coats of arms representing the guard. The silver coat of arms depicts the castle walls, crossed swords, and eagles, symbolizing protection, strength, gaze, and observation, respectively, and is said to have been designed by the Doge himself.

On this night, which was as unquiet as usual, the sky over the western suburbs seemed to be full of haze, and the heavy atmosphere not only made the residents uneasy, but also the soldiers who were on patrol.

"Hey, do you remember what the Governor told us before he left? Luo Luo raised a beautiful eyebrow. His gaze swept over an empty shop beside him, and he whispered.

"The assassin's thing?"

Goethe quietly followed behind his companion and responded with a voice of the same magnitude.

"yes. The Governor said that we might also be on the assassination list, so we should be very careful. Luo Luo maintained his apparent calm, and his eyes swept over a dark corner:

"Now I feel like I'm being targeted. I don't know if it's an illusion. ”

"I trust your instincts! A woman's instinct has always been more accurate!" Goethe nodded repeatedly.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Luo glanced at him fiercely. His pupils twitched unknowingly, and he said eagerly:

"I'm serious. ”

"What then?"

Goethe habitually let his companions come up with ideas.

"Act when you have the opportunity, if you have the opportunity, then you must make meritorious contributions!" Luo Luo cast his gaze straight ahead, pursed his lips, and continued to move forward as usual.

The two men led their troops around the corner and into the next street, not taking a few steps. Goethe stopped and wrinkled his nose. Then close your eyes and sniff the air:

"Strange, how I smell blood. ”

"Really?"

Luo Luo then closed his eyes, and at this moment, a hand appeared in front of him out of thin air, without half an inch of skin, and the bloody five fingers with a bloody wind slammed into his throat.

"Humph!"

Goethe jerked out his right arm and sturdily blocked it in front of the bloody hand, while his right foot slammed on the ground, and the weight of gravity poured into his right leg, and his whole body spun like a spinning top, bounced the bloody hand out.

Whoosh!

The bloody palm turned into a blood-colored mist and disappeared, and the next second, Goethe saw another bloody hand appear out of thin air, heading straight for his throat, and hurriedly dodged and retreated.

And the big hand splashed with the smelly blood followed like a shadow, and it can be seen that the distance between the five fingers of the bone and his throat was never more than a foot!

In an instant, Goethe seemed to feel the sticky touch on the tips of his bloody fingers, and before he even actually touched it, the pores on his Adam's apple suddenly tightened, and his hairs stood on end, as if he could feel the tremendous power contained in his bloody hands.

Seeing that the speed of the bloody hand was getting faster and faster, and that he would be able to choke his throat in the next moment, Goethe could only pour his fighting energy into his neck with all his strength, trying to resist the blow.

Whoosh!

The bright red fighting qi roared from the side, twisting into a flower-like vortex in the air, and the air in the place where it passed suddenly made a slight explosion, and the air in the unit space was suddenly squeezed and burst.

Bang!

This huge explosive force not only pushed Goethe backwards, but also hit the bloody palm, and the exploding light flame steamed the bloody hand and disappeared into the air like a phantom.

"Whew!"

Goethe immediately stopped retreating, touched his throat with palpitations, and then grinned at his companion:

"Thank you. ”

"Don't speak. ”

Luo Luo looked around vigilantly, narrowing his eyes, he didn't believe that the bloody hand was flying out of thin air, because its reflexes were very flexible, not quite like a flying prop.

So this hand must belong to a powerful Assassin, an Assassin who somehow removed his form from the air!

"There are assassins!"

"The enemy will be invisible!"

"Prepare to defend!"

The guards also reacted, forming a circular battle formation that did not flow water, and protected the two airborne bigwigs in the circle.

"The Assassin has appeared, send a signal to call someone. ”

Goethe nervously looked around, then alerted his companion.

"Wait...... Let's see how it goes. ”

Luo Luo unexpectedly rejected the offer, and calmly searched around with his eyes, as if waiting for something.

"Hey......

A hoarse and ethereal laugh rang out from the space, and the sound of the dripping liquid was quickly pulled away, and everyone could clearly see that a meandering trail of blood continued to stretch backwards from in front of their eyes, and then stopped around the corner.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

A figure with bare muscles all over his body and viscera clearly visible in his chest emerged with the sound of laughter that gradually became clearer, standing at the end of the bloodstain, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Chase!"

Luo Luo dodged and wanted to chase after him, but a strong big hand hurriedly grabbed him.

"Are you crazy? The Governor has just told us not to be impulsive in case of an unexpected situation, but to signal as fast as possible!" Goethe grabbed him by the arm, and shouted with urgency and rage.

"That's the Governor for our safety. ”

Luo Luo struggled twice like a swimming fish, flexibly withdrew his arm, and glanced at him with his eyes: "If you want to make meritorious contributions, come with me, I have a way!"

As he spoke, he tapped a few times on his toes, and his figure flew after him.

"Damn it!"

Goethe stamped his foot vigorously, stepped a crack in the stone floor, and gritted his teeth:

"Chase!"

......

The appearance of this guy is obviously a decoy, but chasing them can also find the location of their ambush.

In this critical period, if you want to make meritorious contributions, you can't do it without fighting.

Lolo pursed her thin lips, her slender legs scribbling to the slate, followed by the ghost's fleeting figure, and her mind remembered Kara's mocking face and vicious laughter.

Absolutely! I can't let that guy look down on him again!

"Hey......

The evil spirit turned to look at Luo Luo, who was chasing after him, the exposed muscles of his face swelled and bulged, squeezed out a hideous smile, and instantly turned into a ball of blood light, burrowing into an attic shrouded in darkness.

This is it!

Lolo stopped abruptly, his right hand spread, and a metallic rose swirled and slid out of the flared sleeve, which he held in his palm.

In the bright red flame, the metal rose quickly plated into a rose-like hue, slowly spinning in the holder's hand.

Piranha Rose!

Luo Luo gritted his silver teeth and threw the rose in his hand into the sky, sliding out a bright red and dazzling band of light, which penetrated deep into the clouds at high speed, and a bright firework exploded.

"Lolo!"

In the corner, Goethe's figure reappeared, and he rushed to his companions, looked up at the fireworks that burst into the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"I knew you wouldn't be stupid. ”

"No...... I'm just gambling. ”

Luo Luomei's eyes reflected the cold light like a sharp blade, and he looked at the attic in front of him, and said softly:

"Until the Governor arrives, hold on. ”

"What do you say?"

Goethe scratched his head in confusion, and then the attic in front of him, which was shrouded in darkness, faded away, and a sudden breeze mixed with the smell of burning. (To be continued.) )