Chapter 236 The Art of Speaking

"What deal did you make with the locals?" the detectives shouted angrily and interrogated the wizard.

In the past, Julius would have exposed his flaws under such intense questioning, but today is different from the past.

"They are all small commodities such as boxes, tea cans, snuff bottles, tapestries, etc." Julius wailed. As the bookkeeper during this period, many transactions emerged from his mind with little need to recall: " They are not even worth fifty pounds in total, so I’ll give them to you if you want them!”

Kit was going crazy and gave Julius a sharp slap in the face.

"We don't want to know this! Why on earth does Clayton Bello visit Barbara so many times?!"

There was burning pain on his face. Julius carefully captured the sense of swelling in his cheeks, and he also realized that blood was beginning to ooze from the corners of his mouth, but the pain did not affect him as effectively as it did ordinary people.

After fighting the circus people, he began to consciously study how a wizard should use witchcraft to fight.

Closing one's senses and reducing the impact of excessive stimulation on oneself is his latest achievement.

If he is injured on the battlefield, this new spell can prevent his chanting from being interrupted by pain. This was his original idea. He did not expect that the first practical application of this spell would be to help him survive being beaten to extract a confession.

Julius's consciousness was like a balloon floating upwards. He calmly felt the pain that was no longer bothering him and thought about the reason why he was found.

Yes, it's surprising to be found, but it's natural to be caught.

As he mentioned to Clayton, iron has a certain restraining effect on wizards.

Casting an effective damaging witchcraft with the blade close to his body requires very high mana, but he can't do it now. Even if he desperately casts the spell, he can only knock down two people at most. , unable to resist the third one no matter what, and the fierce resistance may even make the other party use the gun, and then there is no telling where the bullet will fly.

Julius decides to give up on his escape.

He even wanted to know how these three people blocked him.

Although the time of his return and the possible route he may take cannot be called completely random, they are also quite unpredictable. He has never even traveled this road before, and it is impossible for these Hook detectives to know how he will take it. And after he learned that the members of the Doomsday Seekers had some kind of divination ability, he immediately made an amulet that could counter divination. The prophecy ability should not be effective on him.

If these detectives spread out and looked around to find him, then he would have nothing to say, but they were so determined to block his path, as if they had expected it.

Julius was just a little slow in thinking for a moment, and Kit couldn't wait to reward him again.

"Don't think about it, just say what you know! Tell us why Bello is looking for Barbara?!"

Julius whimpered in pain again - of course he blocked most of the pain as before. This reaction was imitated again according to the injured scene in his memory, but no one noticed this.

"He was her lover, so we visited her frequently."

"He took his daughter and went out to find a lover? Don't think of us as fools!" Robin Hood grabbed his long hair and asked him to stand up straight.

The wizard gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his face pale: "Stop fighting, what I said is true, they really have this kind of relationship. Really, he is this kind of person. Listen, Bello (Manscian, (meaning "Beauty"), this guy's surname is actually "Beauty"! I really haven't seen anyone more cool than him. Moreover, Perot also acquiesced in this matter. He is dying of old age, unable to do what he wants, and wants his own. My son will be able to find a good job with Bello’s help in the future.”

"Moral corruption." Robin Hood sighed.

Kit glanced at him, and with a little more strength in his hand, he pressed Julius against the wall.

"He's probably lying to us."

"But the story is really interesting."

"Then why are you going to Barbara's house?" Ignoring his two team members, Ace stared at Julius who couldn't move: "I think there is no need for him to bring an extra man with him when he is visiting his lover, right? And besides, You have been to Barbara's house alone more than once. Are you also lovers? "

The wizard leaned against the wall and opened his eyes, smiling bitterly: "Actually, I am Clayton Bello's doctor."

"What about the doctor?"

"Barbara has recently stopped menstruating. They suspect she is pregnant, so they hope I can find a way to make a diagnosis and guide her to protect her body." He only told the truth in the first sentence.

"Then did you see Ian when you went to her place?"

The wizard shook his head.

"Did Barbara ever mention him?"

"Maybe, but she never mentioned it in front of me. After all, I'm just a doctor."

"Prove you're a doctor." Ace said coldly.

Julius motioned for them to open the bag on his waist, which contained several medicinal oils and ointments that he had recently prepared to treat Marietta.

After unscrewing the lid, the pungent and bitter smell made Kit feel like he had returned to the village doctor's small clinic. He reluctantly nodded to testify for the wizard: "It seems that he is indeed a doctor."

The inquiry reached an impasse, and the detectives began to look at each other.

"Maybe he has concealed some information, and we should give him some punishment." Kit suggested.

From the beginning to now, they have beaten this kid for five or six rounds, but there is still no useful information.

If water can be squeezed out of a sponge, then this green-haired guy is at best a bladder. After all the fighting, the information he gave them was useless garbage.

But the news didn't seem to be false. The information Julius said could fully support the appearance they saw, and Ian Lazarus didn't have a place in it.

Even if he still advocated for punishment, Kit was actually hesitant in his heart.

Did they really catch the wrong person?

Where did Ian go?

In the dark, Ace waved his hand and broke the silence.

"Take him away"

Julius' eyes widened. Before he could speak, Kit next to him held the dagger in reverse and hit him on the head with the handle of the knife. His vision was dark and his consciousness gradually became dizzy. He couldn't hear Ace's last words clearly.

"Since we can't figure it out with him, don't waste any more time. Just ask someone to tell them to bring Ian to redeem him."

The three detectives carried the body to a cart outside the alley, squeezed it together with the packages they had brought with them, and then covered it with a layer of black rainproof cloth and pushed it away on the street as if nothing had happened.

What they didn't notice was that a robin was poking its head out from a corner of the wall on the street.

A robin landed on Donna's shoulder and chirped a few times against her ear. The girl panicked and threw away the towel she was using to wipe the sweat off the horse, and rushed to a house on the street with her skirt lifted up.

"Aunt Barbara, Julius has been taken away."

Barbara was holding Clayton's axe and was thinking about how to put it down. After hearing the news, she suddenly stuck the axe handle into the floor.

"Who did it?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Donna was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around to ask the bird: "Who did it?"

The robin jumped twice on her shoulder and chirped twice, and the girl's face was immediately shrouded in gloom.

"It doesn't know, it only knows that there are three people in black clothes, they beat Julius and took him away in a cart."

For animals, it is not easy to remember human faces. They usually remember people by their actions, smells and colors, and they will not remember people's names unless they are ordered.

This means that these animal friends can only find people in the options provided by Donna. If it is a completely stranger, they will be helpless.

After saying that, Donna suddenly thought of something, took out a handful of grains from the pocket on the side of her skirt and spread it on her hand. The robin jumped down and ate a few bites and flew away.

"Then what should we do? Shall we go find him now?" Barbara asked Donna for advice anxiously.

Barbara didn't know how much of Donna's ability Clayton had, nor did she know if she could do it. She just felt that someone must guide her on what to do.

At first, her parents regulated her, then her husband taught her how to be a wife, then the members of the Presbyterian Church taught her how to kill, and recently Donna taught her how to read.

If there is someone around who can ask her questions, she feels very safe.

However, this time Donna was not so proactive.

"No, I can't leave. I have to stay here to take care of the horses. They have just exercised vigorously not long ago, and it is easy to get sick now. Clayton handed this matter to me because I am more suitable for communicating with animals, and we are not confident to leave them to the groom."

Barbara was very disappointed: "It seems that I can only go by myself."

Donna didn't know whether to comfort her, but when she saw a big box next to her, she suddenly had an idea.

"Aunt Barbara, you can bring your offspring. Isn't he a detective? Maybe he is better at finding people."

The female vampire woke up from a dream.

"Oh my God, why didn't I think of it? He can definitely help me, and it has been almost a day since the blood giving, he should have woken up!"

She hurried over to open the box and helped the person out.

This was the first time Donna saw Ian Lazarus.

Before this, she had never seen such a lost soul.

His clothes were wrinkled, blood was on his body, rotten flesh and dried blood scabs hung from the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, his hair was dry, there was no sign of mental state, the muscles at the corners of his eyes were spasmodic, and there were still some signs of madness.

The first words he said when he came out of the box shocked the girl.

"Kill me." He said with his lips moving, his voice was as small as the wings of a moth.

Donna took a step back and watched in horror as Barbara straightened his collar, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and told him kindly:

"Let's talk about it next time, dear."

He had a bad cold