Chapter 286 Unexpected Back-Up Plan

The front door of the church was suddenly knocked in a hurry. This measure made the already solid air in the church vibrate together like a solid, and the flames on the many candles flickered.

"Mr. Louis, there's a vampire in town! Someone's dead! Priest Louis! Are you here?!"

The void in the building makes it like a cavity under a drum, amplifying the visitor's voice and the panic and anxiety in it. The disorderly and forceful knocking on the door also makes people feel distressed.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the ceremony was temporarily paused to prevent the sound from betraying its presence.

Since they decided to do something taboo here, they also made preparations. They lowered the latch on the inside of the front door very early and hung a lock on the outside. Most people would not try to come in if they saw the lock. The visitor saw the lock, but reluctantly screamed several times before leaving.

After he left, the ceremony did not resume for a while.

Everyone is thinking about the information revealed by this visitor - there is only one vampire in Gevaux.

What did Barbara do when she was alone?

Clayton waved his hand to signal Julius to escort the ceremony to continue, and he walked through the medicine garden to the outside world. He considered taking special methods to avoid being disturbed.

As for Barbara, he didn't think about it. Even if Barbara's identity was exposed, it was not his responsibility. On the contrary, it was because Barbara did not follow his instructions.

The reason why they have been unwilling to make their conflicts with Osmar public for a long time is precisely to conceal their identities. This is also in line with the Presbyterian Church's principle of escaping from the world and provides a basis for the government's lazy watch.

If Barbara made things worse, even forcing Osmar to reveal himself wouldn't be worth it.

The Presbytery may or may not protect them.

Clayton looked around the street warily, turned around and walked into the backyard of the doctor's house closest to Church Square. Then he blew a sharp whistle to the neighbor. Immediately, a white domestic dog ran out and he pointed at it. After a few words of instruction, the dog crossed the street and disappeared before his eyes.

Sporadic barking began to spread from a distance, and then became more and more intensive.

The watchdogs of Gévaux let out the loudest bark in their history.

In this way, they might allow the locals to divert some of their attention to finding the cause, giving Barbara a greater chance of escaping.

Creighton, believing that he had fulfilled his duty as leader to her, turned to return to the church.

But then a man stopped him.

"Mr. Bello, please stay!"

Clayton turned around as if he was electrocuted. He almost planned to kill the visitor to protect the secret that he could communicate with dogs, but then gave up the idea.

"Mr. Braden, what do you want from me?"

The visitor was Mayor Jeffrey's son Brayden. He looked a little more sneaky than Clayton himself, and his forehead was shiny with beads of sweat. His eyes kept wandering, as if he had just run over with all his strength. And what are you avoiding.

{Hearing Clayton’s question, his eyes calmed down.

"Mr. Bello, my father left some last words about you."

"About my last words?" Clayton asked suspiciously. He did not remember any relationship between him and Mayor Jeffrey.

"He said that Chud Osmar had evil intentions towards you."

Clayton blinked, feeling as if he was asked by his commander to do simple addition and subtraction during the war.

"Thank you for the reminder. But how did he know?"

Braden said sternly: "Osmar and my father had some private interactions. My father discovered that he was not doing well, so he was on guard. But he didn't expect that he died before he could carry out the execution. Now Osmar Mal is causing trouble as he said, and a monster is chasing him down the street."

Clayton translated this sentence into another way in his heart - Jeffrey and Osmar reached some kind of deal, but Jeffrey couldn't trust the other party, so he kept a backup plan.

"Who is hunting Osmar?" Clayton asked him deliberately.

"I don't know, we couldn't see the man's face clearly."

This is good news after a long time, Clayton thought, as long as no one can identify Barbara, the consequences will not be serious.

"Okay, I have to say goodbye. There are still things I need to do."

Brayden gave him a quick nod and continued running down the street. Clayton caught up with him and grabbed his arm.

"You're going to church?"

"Yes, do you have anything else?"

Brayden looked unnatural, as if the news he just told Clayton was just a casual thing, and what he was doing at the church was the real thing.

"The church door is locked," Clayton said. "I just watched it."

Brayden immediately turned around.

"If you are looking for Priest Lewis, you should not go to his home, because I was coming from there before and he was not at home either." Clayton pointed in that direction and said matter-of-factly.

Brayden paused, the expression on his face changing.

Clayton persuaded: "I still have some personal things to ask him. I have to find him today. If you want me to bring anything or anything else to him, I will be happy to do it for you."

"No, I won't trouble you anymore."

His words made Braden make some determination, and he immediately turned around and left, but he was caught by the werewolf again.

"Is it related to Osmar?" Clayton asked calmly, and at the same time made up another lie: "He and I used to be from the same hometown. He was notorious when he was young because he played black magic. If this is the case, I can help you."

This sentence was like a key, which immediately softened Braden's attitude and made him relax.

He looked around for a while, took out a folded translucent paper from his arms and handed it to Clayton. The movement was so fast that it was like throwing a burning coal from his hand.

"Osmar once asked my father to order the killing of the rebel captives as soon as possible, but my father realized that there might be a conspiracy in his request, so he did not follow all his requests. We found some traces of suspected black magic on the rebels. My father secretly took this thing from one of them before ordering them to be killed."

"If you know this thing and know how to restrain it, it would be great. If not, then go and ask Father Louis. But in any case, please don't tell this to others."

This is actually a lie. He didn't intend to do what his father said, because the act of carrying such a thing itself made him panic.

Once anyone found out about this, it would be impossible for him to think that he had no connection with black magic.

If Osmar hadn't really fought a weirdo today, showing physical strength beyond ordinary humans, making him realize that some threats were indeed close at hand, then he would rather throw this thing into the fire to destroy it than let the priest know that he had touched this thing.

"Of course, this is a secret."

After making a promise, Clayton took the paper, flipped it open and shook it, and then realized what it was.

This is a skin from the back of a Savior, with a tattoo on it.

A hunchbacked little man, or some kind of humanoid creature, with only a piece of cloth wrapped around his body.

Clayton felt his stomach twitch again, he suppressed the discomfort and looked at the picture carefully. He had never seen the tattoos on all the Saviors imprisoned in the barn before, but as a dealer of curios, he had knowledge of the symbols of various religions and could confirm that this was also one of the offerings of the thirteen main gods.

The short man, as the servant of the Twin Gods of Fate, adjusted the strings of fate for mortals in the world.

"Was this taken when he was alive?" Clayton asked Braden.

If it was not recognized that this was a human skin, this sentence seemed incoherent, but in Braden's eyes, Clayton immediately gained his trust and became the master of black magic in his mind.

"Yes." He nodded repeatedly, and couldn't wait to leave.

Even if there was no one on this street, few people would recognize the appearance of peeled human skin, but he was still afraid of being seen.

Suddenly, a look of fear appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Clayton found that he was looking at him.

Brayden forced an ugly smile on his face, and his hands and feet began to tremble.

"Nothing, I'll take my leave first."

Clayton didn't keep him any longer, and immediately returned to the church with the human skin, intending to tell others the news.

Knowing the existence of this human skin, the werewolf finally felt relieved.

Mayor Jeffrey peeled off the skin of the captive before executing him, which made the sacrifice not really offered. Osmar was actually one step away from the success of his conspiracy, but he didn't know that this would cause the subsequent rituals to fail directly, even if others did nothing.

Since Clayton came to Revo, he hasn't been so lucky for a long time.

He couldn't help but put on a smile at the corner of his mouth, but soon calmed down. He raised his hand and touched his eyes, recalling Brayden's eyes just now, and suddenly realized what the other party was afraid of at that time.

Even if the matter was resolved, he couldn't stay in Revo any longer.

When he returned to the church, Barbara was already waiting there.

After explaining her experience, Barbara bowed her head to him: "I'm sorry."

She changed back into her original dress and seemed to have returned to her identity as a housewife, but her right hand disappeared directly from the wrist. This permanent disability did not exist before.

Clayton heard the bad news just after returning. He just wanted to get close to her ear and roar, but the low and mournful chorus of the clergy and wizards in the black mass made him subconsciously regain his sanity.

"You killed someone in public?" He tried to suppress his anger and pulled Barbara aside to ask in a low voice.

Barbara glanced at her husband who was unconscious leaning against the tombstone, and whispered to him: "I made several large wounds and sucked some blood, but they were not fatal injuries. If they can get timely treatment from doctors, they will get better."

When she said this, she suddenly felt guilty.

Clayton's face became gloomy, and Barbara's answer only further angered him.

"You know that Coke may have controlled the doctor, right?"

There is no one in the town who can provide "timely treatment" now.

They had discussed this long ago, but Barbara still did such a stupid thing and used this statement to defend herself. Now there is no need for others to do it, Clayton himself wants to twist her head off - this really ruined his good mood that he had accumulated not long ago.

Barbara said uncomfortably: "I covered my face and changed into men's clothes, so other people don't know who I am."

The lieutenant nodded coldly; "Yes, ma'am, that's why I haven't driven you away immediately, and you have to pray that the people in the Presbyterian Church and the city government are as easy to talk to as I am. Now tell me, what did you gain after risking your identity being exposed and your conscience being damaged by killing innocent people? Is Osmar dead?"

The female vampire shook her head in shame.

This was not surprising to Clayton. If two people couldn't deal with Osmar in a small room, it would be even more impossible for one person.

"So what new discoveries did you make about him?" he asked without hope.

"He can change his body shape." Barbara said. "At the youngest, he will look like a ten-year-old child, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of the sun."