Chapter 270: Judgement of Life and Death

"Priest, you should really leave with this young lady. She looks noble and she must have a way to let us out." He said with a green face as he looked at the inmate opposite. There was a flaw in his words, so he quickly added Added: "Even if she can't help it, her parents must also have a way. Otherwise, how could she be so sure that you can get out?"

"She can't take me away, and I don't want to go out." Louis said calmly.

"I have repeatedly violated the sect's precepts. Even if people can tolerate me, I cannot tolerate myself."

The black-faced man shrugged. He didn't think Louis was a bad person. Until the young lady came in, he was still accepting his sincere teachings.

"It's up to you, but I will take you away when I go out. I just promised her."

The priesthood did not agree with his view: "The guards can let you out because you just had a fight with someone. But you can't take me away because I killed someone. The guards will prevent me from going out."

"You can definitely get out." The black-faced man said firmly, "I believe you."

Louis closed his eyes. The bad smell around him made him feel calm. He could feel that he was atonement.

"When I went out, that's when people took me to trial."

"Then what should you do if the person who took you out sentenced you to life?" the young man asked curiously.

Louis told him frankly: "I accept all consequences."

Peng!

The prison door was kicked open.

Donna stood at the door. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with reflective sweat. She was weak but looked extremely excited. She also had three long ropes under her arms. The front ends were rolled together, and the rear ends were dragged to the floor and connected to the outside. Don't know where the extension went.

Seeing her, the dark-faced young man immediately leaned against the fence: "Hey, we are talking about you. Have you got the key?"

Donna didn't answer. She strode in with an excited smile and stuffed one of the ropes into the gap in the cell fence with a black face.

"Tie it to the door in a tight knot."

The young man didn't ask why, he just did it immediately.

Then the girl turned around and walked to the priest's cell. The persistent man still closed his eyes and refused to look at her. He was not only in prison in reality, but also sealed himself in the cell in his heart.

Donna struggled to use her left and right hands to wrap the second rope around the iron bars and tie a knot in the fence. Then he pulled it, holding the third rope in his arms and retreating with satisfaction.

After appraising her position again, she shouted to the door:

"It's time to begin!"

Two loud cow moos sounded outside.

The rope dragging on the ground straightened instantly, and the two cell doors made a creaking sound as metal deformed, screaming crazily in the door frames.

After a few seconds, they gave up the struggle, and the two iron doors slammed to the ground at the same time, splashing dust in the sunlight.

They face each other like two people bowing to each other.

A loud noise exploded in his ears, and Priest Louis opened his eyes in disbelief in the straw pile. He saw Donna using a pair of garden scissors to cut the rope connecting the iron gate on the ground. She noticed his sight and she frantically Looking at him, he took out the third roll of rope from his arm.

The rope has been knotted and is a noose.

"What are you going to do?!"

He only had time to shout before he was trapped by the rope.

Donna stepped on his chest, and at the same time pulled the rope with her hand, tightening the noose around him.

"Sir, you seem to have said just now that everything you have endured is your own fault." After repeating the other party's words, the ranch girl Donna seemed happy enough. She laughed and stepped back, shouting to the door again:

"No. 3, let's go!"

A strong force came from the rope, and Padre Lewis had no way to resist it. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, being dragged away by the force.

The broken straw and dirt forced him to close his eyes tightly again. The collision with the hard ground made his whole body sore. He couldn't think of any repentance or atonement. He just felt that every second was stretched ten times longer, and clear pain came from all directions.

He didn't know how long it took before he heard Donna Bello shout "stop".

Then Louis stopped and stopped rolling.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the world outside the prison door, the smiling face of Donna Bello, the three cows that turned around to look at him, and the majestic and brilliant sun in the sky.

It was a sunny day today, and he felt warm while lying in the sunshine outside the prison.

Only then did the black-faced man step out of the prison door.

"Miss, do you sentence him to death or to sentence him to live?" he shouted eagerly.

Donna had no idea what he was talking about, but she was proud of everything she did today.

"Live!" she said cheerfully, her hands on her hips.

"I've heard of such punishments."

Julius's voice stirred up a gust of wind, causing the two oil lamps on the table to flicker on and off.

"Such a thing happened before the Fomor people were civilized. For fun, their great khan would tie defecting slaves and enemies who would rather die than surrender to the tails of horses and drag them to death."

"I've never heard of anything like this," said Donna.

Julius complimented: "Then you figured out this method yourself. You are truly a genius in the field of torture."

Although she didn't understand the purpose of this status, Donna liked the title of genius very much. She couldn't help but grin, but the next moment she bit her lips tightly due to the severe pain, and her body trembled.

"Don't move," Clayton said in a low voice.

He pulled the tweezers in his hand out suddenly, pulling out a short brown-yellow thread from the wound on Donna's left hand.

Donna's left hand was held in his hand, and the hand swelled to twice its original size - this was the price of the girl's intense exercise with this hand after being injured.

Now, there are still a lot of tiny plant fibers in the wound. They were part of the rope until Donna grabbed the rope and put them into the wound. They will hinder the healing of the wound and must be picked out.

Julius's potion has washed the wound, but there are still a lot of fibers hidden in it.

Clayton inserted the tweezers into the wound again and moved it. Donna's face turned pale. Except for her left hand that could not be pulled back, her whole body shrank and her legs were also pulled back to the chair.

The wizard had just praised her, and now he laughed with gloating.

Donna gritted her teeth and looked at Clayton, hoping to get some praise: "Clayton - why are you unhappy? Obviously, I brought Louis back, and he agreed to help us persuade. Hiss -" Another thorn was pulled out.

"No, I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little hungry."

Clayton's words made Donna shrink again. She began to worry that he would bite her hand. After all, it looked like a fermented dough now, and it was normal to want to bite it.

But it was actually a joke, but because Clayton was in a bad mood, he didn't let others hear it.

"I thought you would contact the most powerful person now through the prison guards and persuade him to release Louis. This would be the safest way."

"That's your plan, but my plan is better."

Clayton remained silent.

Because it was true. If Donna hadn't gone to see Louis, the priesthood would be dead now.

But he still couldn't feel happy.

Donna's left hand didn't hurt the bones, but she permanently lost a piece of muscle. Even if the wound healed in the future, her left hand grip would be severely reduced.

He did promise to teach Donna how to fight, but when he thought that Cuitis had raised Donna for fifteen years and she was unharmed, and he had only taken care of the child for two months and she was injured like this, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether he was doing a good job as a guardian.

As soon as he knew she was shot, he rushed back immediately, but seeing her could not alleviate the injury.

"Say something." Donna begged, his face almost scared her.

Clayton's lips, which were gradually growing stubble again, moved:

"You did a good job."

He didn't look like this, and when Donna knew that he was not angry with her, she relaxed.

"Julius," Clayton turned and shouted, "How is Father Louis now?"

The wizard moved in his chair and answered him, "He is very energetic. He went to find Braden before he rested for a while."

Father Louis had handed over all the information to him, and was now trying to contact other people who still believed in him to resist the possible crisis, but since the priest had just "escaped" from prison, Julius was not very confident in his efforts.

The priest could explain the reason for his mental disorder, and there must be people who believe that he is innocent, but believing that he is innocent does not mean that he must believe his other accusations.

Since Louis was able to lose control before, he couldn't prove that he was completely out of this state now. Everything he said couldn't be fully trusted. At most, it made others start to think about whether there was such a possibility.

After all, Chude Osmar and his servants had not revealed their true colors in front of others so far.

Clayton certainly knew this situation, and he was not in a hurry.

Donna's actions gave him some inspiration, and he now had a new idea.

"So who is that old woman?" Donna suddenly asked. It was the first time she encountered someone who wanted to kill her. This feeling was very novel, and she couldn't help but remember this opponent.

Clayton's eyes were only fixed on her wounds and her moving tweezers, as if if he turned his eyes, these things would come alive and run away by themselves.

"I think it should be the murderer hired by Chude Osmar. We will find her."

Another thorn was pulled out.

"Uh--she looks like she hates me."

"She could have killed Louis secretly, but you exposed her and might have reported her later, so of course she would hate you. Every murderer is actually the same in this regard."

The girl seemed to understand, but she was convinced by this explanation, and she was too weak to think about it anymore.

"Okay."

As a new thorn was pulled out, she shuddered again, and then shifted her attention: "Where is Aunt Barbara?"

She now has a wound and must be careful of the vampire's gaze.

"Don't worry about her, I've sent her out to do something, and she won't be back until at least tomorrow."

"So long? What did she do?"

"It's just a little thing." Clayton inserted the tweezers into the flesh again. The smell of blood on Donna's body and the faint odor emitted when the wound healed made him feel uncomfortable: "Don't worry, there's no risk, she's also my friend."

Barbara is of course Clayton's friend.

She is a good woman, as good as the best hound in the world!

Donna believed his reply, but when she looked up, she saw Julius giving her a mysterious smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm just happy for you. You have such a great family!"

Julius pretended to wipe his eyes, and his exaggerated gesture made the girl curl her lips in disgust: "Clayton, besides those two ugly guys, is there anyone in this town who has a grudge against us now? "

"I don't think there are any."

"What about Louis? He helps us do things, and we also need to ensure his safety, right?"

"He is safe now, and no one will cause trouble for him anymore." Clayton quickly answered the wizard, but his expression showed that he did not intend to continue the conversation.

Julius had already heard the reply he wanted, so he smiled mysteriously at the girl again.

Donna felt as if he was expecting her to understand something, but she couldn't guess.

As the last tiny fiber was pulled out, Clayton put down the tweezers and let go of Donna's left wrist. The pupils in his eyes gradually narrowed. He raised his head and exhaled: "You guys need to have a good rest today, use your spells and so on. Take precautions and let the birds come to us if there are any problems. Barbara and I will try to solve some problems.”

Julius put a strand of his hair in his palms and rubbed it, and asked casually: "What problem should you solve? I hope you can explain it clearly. Otherwise, I can't..."

Clayton stood up. He quickly put down his hair and sat upright.

But Creighton didn’t mean to embarrass him: “I just suddenly realized that I had been in a misunderstanding. Just like some people thought, we can deal with those two people first and then slowly deal with the consequences. Anyway, by then they will I am speechless, we have all the rights to explain.”

These words made Donna stunned for a moment. It was the first time she heard Clayton talk about murder so frankly.

"Julius, write a letter in your name to the Presbyterian Church asking for help. Donna, go and ask your little friend to help you and deliver the things to the address he gave you."

After saying that, Clayton put on his black coat, picked up the Mosquito Slayer for a long time, opened the door and went out.