Chapter 277: Making a Plan

"Osmar mentioned this to him, and he didn't care at the time." Donna said in a declarative tone. "But after a while, Osmar showed him something."

Quoke closed his eyes very hard. He wanted to deafen his ears at this moment, but contrary to his wishes, he heard very clearly.

"Corpse?" Clayton asked, and Donna nodded.

Louis' body trembled uncontrollably: "He has blond hair?"

Donna looked at his bloodshot eyes and looked at Clayton hesitantly, hoping that he could help.

But before Clayton could say anything, the girl's action had given Louis the answer. The priest stood up suddenly, his lowered hands clenched into fists, his nails even pierced the skin, and blood dripped onto the carpet, smearing bright colors.

After a few seconds, he apologized to Pero for dirtying the carpet, and then sat down again, the expression on his face was like a mask, no longer changing.

"What do you know about Christopher's commission?"

"Commission?"

"Find a beast that is attracted to bad luck." Clayton repeated the contents of the commission.

Coke frowned in confusion.

"He didn't know about this and was shocked and worried about it." Donna said.

"Everything was done by Chude Osmar alone. You already know everything you want, so can you let me go now?" Coke sneered. Of course, he didn't think Clayton would let him go. He just wanted to see how the other party broke the contract.

"But the Saviors are all looking for you, right?" Clayton raised his chin and asked. "They are all dead. Don't you feel sad for them?"

Coke said arrogantly: "I will not sympathize with a group of epileptic patients. They have no value to me."

"They are sick," Clayton made a mark in his heart.

At the same time, he remembered Francis's crazy performance before his death, and his inexplicable state of frenzy. It seems that there is a law that he doesn't understand that connects them together, but this can be studied later.

"Epilepsy?"

"The same kind your mother had."

Before Clayton moved, Donna slapped Coke.

The sound was loud, but not strong, and Coke was even indifferent to it.

Clayton did not get angry about the inappropriate words: "The Hook detectives who contacted you seem to be looking for something in Gevoy. They are not specialized geologists, and the work they have done goes beyond the scope of land survey. I want to know if this behavior was directed by you?"

"No."

Donna nodded.

"I heard that you are the 'contact'. Who else will come to be your reinforcement?"

"Probably no one, at least he doesn't expect it." Donna answered for Coke.

Clayton saw Coke's face and suddenly wanted to laugh again. He wanted to laugh at his cowardice. If he was ten years younger, he would challenge these two people to a duel in public and put an end to it.

Now that he is older and has unprecedented strength, his courage is shrinking.

"So he can still borrow the resources of the House of Turbulence. Is it because he has a higher rank in the sect than you, or are you a traitor?"

"Neither. I think it's a favor." Donna said.

Kok's chest rose and fell violently, and he looked at Clayton with a flushed face, as if he had some disease. Donna looked like the dying assistant of the "old and weak rich man", helping him to say those last words that would kill him on the spot.

Clayton heard what Donna said, and there was another way to deal with Kok in his mind.

"Then." He wanted to ask, but Donna suddenly shouted.

"No, he has been using some ability!"

Everyone became nervous again, and Pero's gun was against Kok's forehead again, ready to carry out an experimental project called "Can humans think after losing their brains?"

"I didn't feel it." When Clayton looked at him, Julius shook his head immediately. "But I believe her feelings."

"What do you mean?"

Clayton looked at Donna.

"Although it's just a guess, I think I'm right."

The witch looked at Quoke's sarcastic eyes and confirmed her thoughts: "He can definitely close his heart through meditation to prevent me from reading his mind. Meditation is the most basic practice of all kinds of secrets. He can't be ignorant of it, but he didn't do it. This is because he needs to open his mind to exert his abilities."

"I'm still wondering when you will realize this."

The captive laughed with both rows of teeth exposed, and looked at Donna with a ferocious look. "Don't you like to talk? Then why don't you speculate again, what am I doing now?"

Donna didn't answer, her face was very ugly.

Quoke's thoughts at the moment were too complicated for her to analyze.

Quoke's ugly laughter gradually overwhelmed the whistling wind outside the house.

Clayton stood up, his upper body was naked, and the wound on his stomach was still pierced by Quoke's finger, but he didn't care.

"Does the heart secret have the ability to transmit messages remotely?" He asked the two wizards.

"No."

"No."

After getting a positive answer, Clayton picked up the half of Quoke's body, dug out his two eyeballs, and then cut off his head again, stuffing the two ears of the head with the dried spice leaves hanging by the fireplace to prevent him from hearing their conversation.

"Clara, try controlling this body." Clayton ordered.

The little devil known as the Parasite climbed down from Donna's hand, stepped on the flat neck cavity with its spider feet, and then stabbed in, entangled with the spine.

After a few seconds, the body moved again.

Clayton tore his coat from the chair and threw it on top of it, covering Clara's head, which looked almost like Quake himself.

"This will be useful later." Clayton's mouth twitched to the base of his ears.

"Okay, we still have some time to chat, and everyone can talk freely."

As he spoke, he burped.

For some reason, Kuok's flesh and blood provided him with very little energy, and it has not been digested until now.

Schmidt lay naked on the wooden bed frame that had had its cushion removed. The injuries and high fever on his body made him unconscious.

The dark-eyed painters held silver needles in their hands. Accompanied by the doctor and his wife who were also controlled, they used a dark brown solution as ink to tattoo complex patterns on his back. Although the painting was not yet completed, it was vaguely visible. It looks like a humanoid creature.

Chud Osmar looked at the old hunter's back intently, as seriously as looking in a mirror.

One of the painters suddenly stopped. He dropped the tools in his hand, covered his forehead and staggered back. Osmar's attention was immediately attracted to him.

When the painter put down his hand, his eyes returned to normal, and he looked at his companions around him in panic, as well as Schmidt, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and shouted.

"Oh my God! Where am I? What happened to you?!"

"Stop letting him bark," Osmar ordered.

Pei Lun stepped forward and punched the painter on the head. His legs weakened and he passed out.

Although the other painters did not react when they saw this scene, the darkness in their eyes began to fade.

"Something happened to Kuok."

Osmar realized that the situation had deteriorated, and he ordered Perun to turn around. The latter's eyes were still dark, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take Schmidt and the tools, let's leave here." He ordered the others, and he also started to collect the pharmaceutical solutions.

Kuo Ke separated from him not long ago. If something happens, it means that the enemy is not far from here. He knew of an empty house nearby where he could continue preparing the ritual sacrifices.

Soon after, they moved to a new safe house.

The dusty curtains and floor showed that no one had been here for a long time.

This is the property of Mayor Jeffrey. Before he and Osmar had a bad time, he tried to invite Osmar to stay here temporarily, but he was rejected.

Here they should continue preparations for the ceremony.

It was not Osmar's original intention to use Schmidt as a backup sacrifice. The more people he killed, the easier it was to reveal his identity. However, his understanding of fate made him notice that a dark tone was spreading from the future to the present. His intuition told him that this was caused by his lack of preparation.

Therefore, he responded early.

No one will find out that he killed Schmidt, nor will they know that he also exerted influence on Danny and Bill.

All evidence and witnesses will disappear.

no one will find out

Following Clayton's habit, he began to list the things they had already speculated together with the information they had just received from Quake, and then let everyone join in to think about it and make some criticisms.

"Chud Osmar followed Kuok to Jevo. Kuok didn't know the reason. It was Osmar who took the initiative to find him and asked to accompany him."

"Osmar often went out for walks alone in the name of a painter seeking inspiration."

Julius also added: "Osmar originally planned to participate in the repair work of the church murals together with Quock, but the two painters we had met in the hotel surpassed them in the application."

"It seems that even if we don't come, he will attack the priesthood. Maybe there is something he needs in the church, and he must be invited by the master to enter behind the door. The curse carried by some darkspawn will cause this situation. "

Clayton nodded in agreement, then looked at Padre Lewis.

The priest said: "I have recovered the documents you asked for. The ancient records did mention some remaining ancient buildings. But in order to build the new town, those abandoned buildings were demolished and the stones were used Making a church in a town.”

He passed several documents to Clayton.

"Another thing is that after the death of Saint Mored, his last wishes were violated by the new messenger of the throne. When the church was being built, someone dug deep into the earth and they found some filth and removed it. But there are no specific written records left about those things. I have a guess that maybe those corpses and mourning crosses in the swamp were not originally there."

"Those bodies were actually moved," Clayton continued.