"Oh no!" said Diarlando, who had heard Kenda's words. It occurred to him that if it was the things that hatched out of these corpses that attacked Achille, wouldn't that mean that Achille's life was still in danger.

"Huh?" said Kenda, raising an eyebrow at Diarlando.

"Achille was bitten by that thing last night, and although he was cured in time, if he was bitten he would be parasitized by that thing......" Dearlando's words came to an abrupt end. Although he knew that he shouldn't, he immediately used Riceth's sensing ability to probe Achille's situation.

After switching to Jackie Chan's horizon, the energy of all things appeared in the form of starlight, and the contractor's unique energy fluctuation method made Dearrando immediately find them among the stars.

Fayel's blue-purple magic pulses and Achilli's pale green magic pulses were next to each other, while Luna's pale pink ones were slightly separated. All three of them seemed to be fine, staying with the rest of the circus...... Diarlando opened his eyes and exhaled reassuringly.

Looking at Kenda's worried gaze next to him, Dearrando waved his hand and whispered, "It's okay, at least it's okay now." ”

The Angsai Knight, who was leading the way in front, suddenly slowed down, and Kenda and Diarrando immediately distanced themselves from each other and met them.

"There is a small lake at this fork in the road. The first murder happened here, about two and a half months ago. The knight explained, and then pulled the horse onto a nondescript path on the right side of the road.

The trail is narrow, but it seems to be a lot of people, so the vegetation on the ground has been trampled into a clear mark. Bypassing a dense clump of wood holly, a small lake that is almost square appears in front of you.

Next to the small lake, there is a meadow about 20 feet wide, surrounded by woods, and very close to the main road. It is estimated that caravans familiar with the terrain of this place used to camp here.

However, at this moment, there were several obvious gaps in the grass, and the grass there was much shorter than the one next to it, as if it had just been drilled out of the soil. Kenda pointed to the strange markings and asked, "What's going on?"

Ansey dragged his horse back and forth along several almost bald meadows, then took out his own records and examined them, and replied to Kenda: "There was a large caravan of more than thirty men stationed here, and it was probably a fierce resistance. There appears to be a warlock in their ranks, using some sort of incendiary spell. ”

"The situation was that another caravan passed by and smelled a pungent scorching smell and turned in. They found a few blazing fires in the meadow, corpses and carcasses of cattle all over the ground, goods and all that were scattered everywhere......"

"Has the caravan's cargo been lost?" Kenda casually asked, remembering what Dearlando had said about the case where they had encountered a case where the goods were also scattered all over the place.

"We don't know about this, but when we receive the report from the caravan and send people over, the fire is almost burning, and there is chaos all around. In addition, there is no live mouth, and there is no list, so it is impossible to check it correctly. The knight hurriedly pushed it away.

"What about the caravan's identity and the rest of the supplies?" Kenda gave a strange look at the overreacted knight of Angsai, dismounted and slowly searched the grass.

After so much time, even the wolves could barely smell anything special. Only the land that had been scorched by the sorcerer's molten flames still smelled of sulphur and fire crystal.

"The caravan departed from the city of Moyao on the Wanma Plain, belonged to the Murdoch family, and its main supplies were leather, precious stones, and specialty herbs. We have already informed the city of the end of the incident, and the members of their family came here by commercial teleportation shortly after the incident to bring back the leader's body and valuables, while the other goods were disposed of at a cheap price. ”

"Hmm......" Kenda looked at the Angsai Knight with a thoughtful expression, and the Angsai Knight immediately asked nervously, "Is there any problem?"

"Nothing, what about the other caravans?" Kenda waved his hand and turned to the junction of the meadow and the woods where Dearlandor stood. There is a large area of grass growing and lush, and even if it is covered by turf, you can see that there is a large area of dirt slope.

"The small caravan can't find out their identity, and the big ones we've contacted the local area. The method of material disposal is similar, if you can't find the source, you will temporarily store it in the city of black lead. "The knight of Angsai flipped through the records, intending to find out the results that Kenda wanted.

Kenda stopped him with a wave of his hand: "Let's go back to the city in the evening, I need a detailed list." Is there any?"

“...... Probably there is. Angsai's head seemed to sweat a little more, and he hesitated for a moment but gave an affirmative answer.

"Are the rest of the bodies buried here?" Kenda asked, gesturing to the dirt slope that Dearlando was looking at, turning to Onsai.

The knight wiped a handful of sweat and said, "Probably, the record should be here, do you want to dig it?"

Kenda shook her head and said, "No, I just need to open my mouth." With that, he pulled out his black spear and stabbed it hard in the middle of the dirt slope. The shot was almost five feet into it, and the smooth black body was only a little more than two feet outside.

Kenda turned the barrel of the spear, then raised his hand and pulled the spear out, leaving a deep hole in the ground with a diameter of two inches. A sour smell poured out as the spear was drawn, and although it wasn't as exciting as the corpse pit just now, it really didn't smell good.

The wolf's consciousness sounded in Kenda's mind, (but it was faint, and he couldn't smell where it went.) ）

Kenda glanced at Dearrando and nodded almost imperceptibly, confirming that the two were related.

"Looks like we don't have a clue right now, so let's go back. Kenda walked to the lake, washed the spear, then took the black spear apart, split it in two, and inserted it back into the magazine that hung behind him, and then turned to the knight of Angsai and said this.

As if hearing the sound of heaven, the knight of Angsai immediately mounted his horse and led the way back to the city.

The road back to the city seemed to be much faster than when they came, and it took an hour for the three of them to return to the city of Dark Lead. When Dearrando enters the city, he asks Kenda to return to the circus to get his luggage, and Kenda magnanimously grants it.

Dearrando watched as Kenda and the knight of Onsai disappeared around the corner of the road leading to the castle, and then immediately raced back to the circus campsite.

Because there could be no show, the circus' tent balloon posters had been repacked, and most of them were now reloaded into the wagon. When the other members of the circus saw Diarrando returning, many of them came out to say hello, and some jokingly asked him if he had been shown anything by the noblewoman.

Diarrando responded perfunctorily, pulling his horse directly and rushing to Fayer's carriage. At this moment, the sun finally lowered to the horizon, and the whole shijie was shrouded in a field of golden red and deep purple light and shadow.

Achille was carrying a bucket of water, intending to boil it for Fayer to use to make tea. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, he looked up and saw Diarlando, his eyes lit up, and he shouted happily: "Boss, you're back~~ I thought it was ......"

Before the words fell, the young man's expression froze in fright by the figure of Diarrando rushing directly from the horse.

Diarrando was in mid-air, and he had already summoned his magic sword, which was a sword against Achilli without saying a word. Before Achille could react, he felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a sharp pain.

"Ah......h Diarrando didn't let him go, but pressed a hand directly on a large piece of flesh that had been shaved off his waist just now. A white glimmer seeped through from the place where his palm covered it, and the dragon heart ring on Achille's finger also took shape at this moment. As if echoing the white light in Deerlando's hand, there were also silvery-white points of light.

Fayer, who heard the news, paused when he saw this, the fireball hovering in his hand was suspended, and he asked hesitantly, "What are you doing here?"

"Quick! bring your sealed container. Beads of sweat appeared on Deirlando's head, and he yelled at Fayle in a hurry.

Seeing his serious expression, Fayer immediately climbed into the carriage and took out the separator pump, opened it and placed it next to Dierlando.

Diarlando closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was bothering to think about something. After a moment, he whispered, "Caught!" and then suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly lifted the hand that covered the wound on Achilli's waist, and dozens of strands of white material like thin hair were pulled out of Achilli's wound.

The wet, translucent filaments were pulled straight, as if unwilling to leave Achilli's warm flesh, but the white light in Deirlando's palm firmly sucked the filaments like a magnet, and finally pulled out the two-foot-long filaments in one go.

As soon as the filaments are fully exposed to the air, they begin to twist and entangle, and their color turns white and dark.

Diarlando didn't dare to slack off, and the white light on his palm suddenly skyrocketed, forming a round ball, enveloping the entire ball of filaments, and then shrinking to the size of about a foot in diameter.

He quickly threw the ball of light into Fayer's separator pump, then slammed the lid shut, tightening the rotating screws as fast as he could.

Achille, who was almost fainting, was so surprised that he almost forgot the pain when he saw the strange thing coming out of his body. He weakly pointed to the white filaments that were kept fluttering and writhing in the container, and said, "What the hell is that?"

Fayer showed a cold smile, and with satisfaction, he picked up the separation pump and replied to him: "Living, Body, Specimen~"