Chapter 205: Breaking the Rules

The wound on the hand stopped at a speed beyond its normal self-healing ability, and the blood that had seeped out solidified.

"The miracle still favors me." Louis said with pain. He must be firm at this moment and let the other party believe this too.

Last night, he ran away because his thoughts had not changed. When he attacked Adelaide, he still felt that he was shooting at a human being. After receiving the information from the other party, he also had new terrifying thoughts in his heart. Therefore, it seems that It was Ian Lazarus who would involuntarily spread his legs out of fear, but he would not have this reaction now.

He didn't know how the other party learned about the dark descendants, but most people who rejected the dark descendants would turn to the light of God. Maybe the other party had seen miracles, so he wouldn't have to explain anymore.

As Louis expected, Ian was stunned by the sight.

The detective could see the faint light. He had seen such a light before - when the priests of the church in Sasha City purified the corpse.

Can priests with corrupt hearts still release miracles?

The young man didn't know the truth, but his past experiences convinced him that it was impossible. The church claimed that miracles were blessings from the Creator to the devout, so according to logic, ungodly people should lose the ability to release miracles.

Was it really that I was wrong?

His heart, which had just warmed up, was now cold again.

"Then why did you run away after seeing me last night?" he finally asked insistently.

Priest Lewis had calmed down from his panic, and suppressed his fatigue and responded loudly to the detective: "How do I know that you and that witch are not the same group? I just shot her before you walked out of the woods. , and then you showed up and pointed the gun at me."

Ian was speechless and asked instead: "Then what happened between you and the woman in the water."

"She was transformed into a dark descendant not long ago. Before that, she was the daughter of a friend I trusted, so I protected her. But I didn't expect that the recent attacks were related to her. When I found out about this, I immediately Then I realized my mistake, otherwise why would I shoot her?"

Louis completely convinced Ian, and he put down the gun sadly. Louis waited for a while and walked out from behind the big tree opposite him.

"I think the misunderstanding has finally been resolved."

"I'm very sorry."

"I forgive you, kid." Louis staggered towards him for a few steps and then stopped. He touched his tie uneasily and wanted to say something, but the dual mental and physical exhaustion made his eyes black and he had a headache. I was so excited that the question I originally wanted to ask was stuck in my throat.

After losing the motivation to save his life, the words and sentences that immediately came to his mind were the simplest.

"It's getting daylight, I think we should go back." The priest said, covering his forehead. He felt that his brain and heart were twitching.

Ian nodded in agreement, but didn't take a step.

"what are you waiting for?"

"I don't remember the way back." Ian was a little embarrassed, but he really didn't think too much before taking action.

After a period of difficult breathing, the priest continued in a dry voice: "Yes, I will lead the way. But the monster wandering near the town is not dead yet, so I think I still need a gun for self-defense. The previous one was lost on the road."

Ian had no reason to refuse, not to mention that the priest's gun was thrown away precisely because of his pursuit. He felt guilty, and making amends would make him feel better. He took a pistol from his chest and gave it to Padre Lewis.

The priest took the gun, turned it over and examined it.

Last night was the first time Louis touched a gun in his life. He never thought that he would use this evil weapon to plot so many murders in a short period of time, but he had to take action when the time came.

Besides, everything fell into place, and he simply couldn't convince himself not to do something.

After a gunshot, the detective fell down clutching his chest.

At such a close range, all shooting skills are redundant.

Louis put away his pistol, knelt down beside the fallen body, and prayed for the dying man. Ian's young face showed a look of confusion and pain, and his chest was still rising and falling vigorously. This struggling posture could not help but It reminded him of his adopted son. Was the child like this before his death?

His mind was no longer as dry as a rusty gear, and many messy thoughts flowed out smoothly after this shot.

Although he fired the shot, the pain in his heart was real.

But at the same time, Louis felt a tinge of joy without even realizing it.

When he realized that Sevan was dead, there was no fluctuation in his heart. But when he saw that the child was about to die and connected it with the image of Sevan in his heart, he could feel the layer buried deep in his heart. sad.

He hasn't lost his emotions, and that's comforting to know.

"Sorry, kid, I have something to do, and your curiosity may be getting in the way."

Louis pressed his palm on Ian's chest, and the miracle of healing worked a little, but not much, and it could not save the nearly extinguished candle of life. Compared with the getting brighter and brighter near noon, Ian's face became darker and darker.

Louis prayed for him again, and after finishing, he stood up and walked in the direction of Gevo.

Ian Lazarus is not dead yet, but the priest doesn't care. If God allows this young man to live, he will be happy to see it happen, because this young man is sinless. He just doesn't want to be disturbed before completing his final revenge. That’s all.

When the revenge is over, he will pay for his sins.

After Louis stayed away from here, Ian Lazarus also died not long after, until the sun gradually faded away, and a sneaky woman's figure flashed out of the jungle, it was Barbara.

She looked at the body of Ian Lazarus, her fangs biting through her lip.

She had persuaded the young man to stop thinking nonsense, but young people always like to have their own way. When she found something was wrong and followed the smell of blood and came there, everything was over.

Wait, it seems it’s not too late!

The first-generation vampire licked her lips again, and the moment her fangs were withdrawn from her lips, the piercing scar had healed.

Those brown eyes once again glowed with a green curse in the forest.

With no other goals in sight, Clayton put more energy into the business side of things.

He and the two wizards went to the river to show off in the morning, and came back to visit customers in the afternoon. Most of these people contacted his farmers through Pei Lun. Although Gewo was just a remote town, the ancestors of the local residents were Treasure hunters from all over the world still left behind many valuable gadgets.

Old boxes with patina on their parts, jade tea cans made with ancient craftsmanship, Tallinn-style tapestries, silver pomegranate amulets with auspicious meanings, a few old pocket watches, and a whole desk clock

Clayton watched with great interest, and he made an appointment with these people who were interested in selling their property to order the goods first, and then send someone to pick them up after he returned to the city.

Neither wizard showed much interest in his actions.

"Who would buy these rags?" Julius asked puzzledly while flipping through the ledger. The hotel room already made him feel boring, and these things made him even more bored.

Although he helped keep the accounts, these old things were almost useless in his eyes, let alone rare. If he had to talk about their characteristics, they were half good and not bad. They had to be swept down and thrown away when placed on the table. It can make people feel a little sad when they go into the trash can.

The thought of dealing with them disinterested him.

Clayton was holding up a snuff bottle painted with anemones for evaluation. The expression on his face was not that of an antique dealer, but rather that of a sculptor who had studied deeply.

"The value of a rare commodity not only depends on its workmanship and cost, but also its spiritual connotation." He rubbed the snuff bottle, ignoring the old smell on it. The smell of old things has always been closer to him than new things.

Because this one was small enough, he took it back to the hotel first.

Since the other guests in the hotel moved out, he rented another room and moved his resting area to the second floor, so that he could more easily take care of each other.

In life other than dealing with monsters, this also provides certain convenience for them to communicate with each other. At this moment, Donna was also in his room listening to his business experience. Although Clayton did not want his niece to have a high-profile job in the future, she must also understand these insights that would increase her own, so as not to be deceived one day.

"For example, a snuff bottle that has been passed down for several generations and has witnessed the glorious honors of ancestors is better than a snuff bottle randomly collected from the countryside."

Donna didn't understand what he meant and shook her head.

"But it's still a 'naughty snuff bottle from the country,' isn't it?"

"Of course it is, but girl, you may have misunderstood me."

Clayton held the snuff bottle with one hand and raised the index finger of his right hand upward: "I have said before that my customers already know the authenticity of the so-called goods before they get the goods. This set of lies to deceive the world is not ours. It is they who bring it up. In this world, many wealthy people are ashamed of their less-than-perfect ancestors. They need to lie to embellish their family's past to make their ancestors look richer and more noble. This proves his family background.”

After the Age of Discovery, many adventurers with dreams made a fortune overseas and stepped into the fringes of the upper class. These people who became rich overnight but had no family background were ashamed to talk about their bloodline, so they were in urgent need of help. These exquisite old objects containing historical traces decorate their ordinary, even pitiful, family history.

To this day, old-style enamel tableware and furniture with rich green patina are still good items that are easy to get rid of on the market.

Donna pursed her lips. She could not understand this phenomenon, but this did not prevent her from having objections: "I think they should be proud of their achievements and use their actions to tell others who they are, not for themselves. The ancestors are whitewashing, after all, those ancients are no longer in this world, they are the ones who are alive. "

Clayton didn't refute, just looked at her kindly. The word family was still too far away from Donna, but she would understand this feeling sooner or later.

However, he did not intend to refute it directly, but had another explanation for it.

"Yes, it's not good to do this, but considering that many people do judge others based on their family background, this approach cannot be said to be completely incorrect. Many people judge a stranger based on his ancestry Whether he has been born into nobles or celebrities, if not, it will be considered that he has no family education and is short-sighted, so he is in trouble. Although our client chooses to do this, it is suspected of deception, but it is actually a kind of protection for himself. "

Julius snorted, probably because his nose was uncomfortable.

Donna looked back at him, then back to her uncle and nodded. She thought this statement made sense.

"Let's talk about what you got from the binding ritual, shall we?" the wizard said with a frown.

As expected, Donna was more interested in this: "I want to hear this too."

Clayton thought about it and felt that this was a good opportunity to teach her to remember her family. However, what his werewolf ancestors did did not really fit in with his educational philosophy, so he had to omit most of the content and only explained that he was in the ceremony. Ability improvements gained from.

"I am more sensitive to the information brought by the wind. Through the flow of the wind and the cooperation of the sense of smell, I can detect the time other people stay upwind. And when I don't want to be seen, I can fold the Use some of your own joints to compress the space you occupy. Even in human form, you can use uh——"

He broke his hands and paused, because there was something wrong with the technique of demonstrating the body folding. After all, those experiences were used in the bodies of his ancestors. This body of his has not been tempered, and its flexibility and strength are still the same. level.

"It hurts to watch," Julius said.

Clayton shook his arm that seemed to be broken. His arm was like a whip that was frozen into a stick when it was thrown at the straightest angle. It seemed like it had returned to normal.

"It's not very important. I'm sure I have mastered the use of essence."

Devouring the essence in flesh and blood to strengthen the body is an ability that most dark descendants have, but werewolves are the best at this, and they can use these energies more flexibly. Clayton has learned the skills of manipulating this part of the power from the memories of his ancestors. He only needs to focus on the wound, and he can consume energy to accelerate the recovery of the injury, including sword cuts and flame burns.

Similarly, his experience in this area cannot be fully utilized because his body is not used to it yet, but it is more than enough to treat dislocations.

Donna opened her eyes wide and watched in disbelief as the thick arm recovered from the horrific bend.

"Can you do it again? I didn't see clearly," she begged.

Although it was inconsistent with the original purpose, it was also part of education. Clayton convinced himself to grit his teeth and show it again.

"I don't want to have children in the future." - This is what Julius learned.