Chapter 195 The Needs of Tomb Robbers

In the past, when they were equals in training, when they were outranked by the other party in terms of military rank, and then after they retired, the other party became a member of the superior organization of his gang. Winston Jean Stewart actually did not want to see Clayton, which made him He felt uncomfortable, but he had to come to the hotel to meet him this time.

"Listen, Clayton, the horse you bought from me can't be given to you now. The monster disemboweled it and the butcher just finished picking up its body. But if you want some more meat, we can give it to you. Send me some."

However, when Clayton heard the news that he was going to breach the contract, he did not show any surprise or anger, but confusion.

"What horse?"

Winston had to admit that he was afraid.

In fact, he came here to inquire about some situations.

Since they left the river last time, they had forgotten something. It was not until they found clothes that did not belong to them in their luggage that they could barely recall the companion they had lost.

His only remaining companion was almost driven crazy by this sobriety. Even if he went out with him now, he would still stand in the corner and tremble.

After all, Winston was born into a noble family and had heard about similar witchcraft curses, so he was not panicked and could think rationally about the reasons. He remembered Creighton Bello's questions from the last meeting they had had with him and his niece before they lost their memories.

So their main purpose of coming to Clayton this time was to seek help.

Unexpectedly, even Clayton showed symptoms of amnesia this time.

Winston glanced back at his pale companion uncomfortably, then turned back to Clayton: "You asked me a few days ago where my other companion went. Now we need to know when you saw him. ”

Clayton Bello frowned slightly and replied impatiently: "It's really baffling, Winston, are you still conscious? Could it be that you left some hidden wounds on the battlefield? Since you just crossed As soon as you cross the threshold and walk in, you keep chattering these incomprehensible words.”

"When did I buy a horse from you? And your people. Aren't you all there?" He pointed to another tomb robber.

Winston couldn't help but glance back again, to make sure there was still only one person behind him, and then turned back.

"That's not right. You must have asked us about that person the day before yesterday. You are now a member of the Presbyterian Church, and you should know that there are methods in this world that can erase people's memories."

"Who did I ask about?" Clayton asked.

"I can't remember his name, but he's missing now."

Clayton's eyes changed when he looked at Winston, as if he was looking at a man who had lost his mind: "Stuart, I never knew you could be such an idiot! If I had asked you about this, would I not have known? Or should I? Do you think I will be plotted by a third-rate wizard in the countryside? I have a mage consultant hired with a lot of money!"

"I heard someone calling me?" A green-haired man slowly poked his head out of the kitchen, looking like a lazy turtle.

Lieutenant Bello shouted at the green-haired man: "Tell him, has my memory been destroyed by magic?"

The green-haired man blinked and said, "Of course it's impossible. That's why you hired me, isn't it?"

Seeing such a scene, Winston felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He did not expect that even the formal members of the Presbyterian Church would have their memories disturbed. The horror hidden in Gevo was beyond what they could handle.

"No, maybe I really made a mistake."

"As long as you know."

Winston did not dare to stay any longer and left in a hurry. He did not notice a smile appearing on the corner of Clayton Bello's mouth behind him.

Julius came out of the kitchen again. He was wearing an apron and leaning against the door with his hands on his hips. He immediately had the air of a skilled chef.

"How's dinner going?" Clayton asked.

Donna walked out of the kitchen, punched the wall, and muttered angrily: "All the dried artichokes are spoiled, it's really outrageous!"

"There's only apple and pumpkin porridge tonight, no stew. You have to go to the backyard to get some raw meat." Julius wiped his hands with his apron: "Don't look at me like this. The variety of raw materials in this kitchen is too poor. After all, here It’s country. But I added some cinnamon, and that’s right.”

Cinnamon is always right.

Donna looked down on her temporary kitchen partner at all and turned her head away.

"An alchemist's cooking skills, thank God you didn't add mercury to the food."

Julius rolled his eyes: "Humph, the fire-burning skills of the wandering witch are not very good. You'd better pray that you become a werewolf soon, so that you can have a reason to explain to others why you like to wear hair and drink blood so much."

Donna stared and wanted to continue the fight, but this time the wizard had a taste of the fun of arguing because Donna's uncle, his employer, was sitting not far away.

Julius quickly changed the topic and the person he was talking to: "These tomb robbers are really easy to trick, but don't you think they will suddenly figure it out?"

Adelaide said they would regain their memories, but never said it would be so soon.

There is no way to stop this. Even if all the spiritual belongings of the missing person are destroyed, as long as there are still people who remember the missing tomb robber, their spirituality will overflow like a magnet and continue to attract memories that the forgotten person subconsciously ignores. This is true even for Clayton, the officiant.

This is also why the Druid priests in the past usually lived in seclusion.

"I don't care if they can guess the truth or not. As long as there is no evidence, they can suspect whatever they want. If they dare to disturb us again, they must prepare for the consequences of us revealing their identities. The identity of tomb robbers alone is enough for the locals to execute them ten times." Clayton said coldly. The vegan menu really angered him. He had to eat these things to do his job and run around. This was simply unbearable.

The bad luck has been lifted, but his recycling work and the old hunter's meaningful hints made him unhappy.

He didn't know what the price was for the latter to conceal Donna's identity.

"Oh, I just have a suggestion for you." Julius said: "Since your bad luck has been lifted, we'd better hold the binding ceremony tonight. The cleared space before can still be used as the venue for this ceremony."

After the binding ceremony, Clayton Bellow's werewolf bloodline will be strengthened again, and the wizard will receive a large reward. This is what they agreed on on the way here.

He was fed up with the alien curse that inhabited Clayton, which caused him to feel the pain of muscle tearing when he transformed.

Donna came over immediately after hearing them discussing mysticism.

"Binding ceremony? I want to watch it, too."

She knew what the binding ceremony was, and she wanted to take this opportunity to observe the werewolf's true form - if she wanted to become a werewolf in the future, she should be familiar with it now.

"No, you can't go." Clayton refused her and said, "You have to stay at Mrs. Barbara's house until we come back. The binding ceremony has the risk of getting out of control. If others see my ugly appearance, I will be ashamed. This is a private reason, please respect me."

This answer surprised Donna a little, but she couldn't help laughing afterwards.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at Aunt Barbara's house."

Although she really wanted to watch it, she decided to restrain herself again after hearing this explanation.

Seeing her reaction, Julius pouted.

Thinking back to the time when this man turned into a werewolf and defeated himself, he asked his father for a pair of pants. The real reason why he rejected Donna must be similar to that time.

The human appearance is just a disguise, and Clayton Bello still can't accept this.

"Is there anything else to prepare for the binding ceremony? I think the shops in town should still be open now." The lieutenant stood up from his chair.

Julius stood up straight. He had already made preparations: "I have all the most important materials here, but you'd better buy some chains. Well, I'm not saying that the risk of failure in the first binding will be very high. This is just in case."

Winston wanted to leave, but he had a reason to stay.

"Let's go back quickly." The remaining companion Forday also persuaded.

Forday kept shaking. Although it was daytime and they were on the street, the sun and the crowds still couldn't dispel his fear.

Winston looked at him with disgust. If it wasn't for money, this person didn't deserve to talk to him.

He pretended to agree, nodded and said to Fordyce: "Go back, okay, but there is no horse here, let's go back by boat."

However, when he heard the word "boat", the tomb robber's whole body shrank into a ball and screamed: "Don't take a boat! Don't take a boat!"

Winston snorted coldly, this reaction was not unexpected,

"Then go and finish the damn job!"

He turned and walked to one side of the street, and Fordyce immediately followed him uneasily.

Clayton refused to hand over the necklace, and all the horses were dead. They couldn't go back like this.

In the past, he would leave for safety, but the horses he and his men rented were killed by that damn leatherworker. He needed to pay a large sum of money to the horse owner. Horses are not cheap animals. Even if all his property and the luggage of his missing companions were sold, it would not be enough to compensate for the cost of three horses.

And the horse owners were all collaborators of Easter Island, and he couldn't default on his debts.

Grave robbers are criminals. If they owe too much debt, they might be sold to medical schools—medical schools don’t accept living people.

He had to stay and finish the unfinished work of his companions who came to Gevo before.

Pushing open the door of a house with a lot of dried meat hanging outside, Winston and Forde walked in. The owner of the house was waiting for them.

“I thought about it carefully last night. Is your price a bit expensive? The same price is enough for me to hire three people.”

Because you really hired three people Winston sighed: “That’s the price. This is not only the money for us, but also the money for the seven people last month. They left because you owed them wages. You have to compensate us more.”

The owner stroked his beard, suddenly thought of something, and agreed readily.