Chapter 272 You Come and I Go

Clayton glared at the white "sandstorm" filling the sky and cursed fiercely.

"What should we do next?!" In the storm, Barbara's voice gradually became excited. Vampires are like a fish in water in this cold climate.

Clayton turned his head, and the yellow light from the wolf's eyes penetrated the wind and snow, and the traces it traced were like two lightning bolts.

"You go find Lewis, and then take him to find the documents we need. Once you find them, go back and join the others."

As for Creighton himself - he still didn't want to pass up this opportunity.

The weather is now perfect for killing, and Chud Osmar has the power of divination, and may be waiting for such a moment to do the same.

Clayton originally planned not to interfere with the House of Troubles, but Chud Osmar obviously did not have this intention.

He sent Louis to jail, tried to interfere with the wizards' divination, and asked Mayor Jeffrey to test them. Clayton would no longer believe him. The anger and fighting spirit made the werewolf's body more powerful. In the past few days, he had accumulated a lot of energy in his body by devouring flesh and blood, which gave him confidence.

He made a decision, and Barbara didn't ask him where he was going. The next second after hearing the order, the vampire's slender body disappeared into the snow.

Clayton closed his eyes, and black wolf hair surged out on his face, resisting the invasion of snowflakes.

He silently thought about where to find those two people.

Everywhere in Revo flashed through his thoughts. When a new address appeared in his mind, his stomach suddenly felt a slight tug. This made him immediately determined to head towards that place. Go.

Pei Lun's hotel went out of business. He fired the chef and cleaned up all the sundries by himself.

Some things can still be sold, while others can only be used as firewood.

What happened recently made him physically and mentally exhausted. Although the matter had been resolved, he no longer planned to stay in Gevo. He was going to the city to visit the apprentice who was being treated. If he could find a position in Sasha City by the way, , he will not hesitate.

The ownership of most things has been decided, but there is only one last thing that Perun can't decide whether to save or keep.

That's his sword.

Pei Lun pulled the sword out of its scabbard again at the counter. It was a two-handed sword weighing less than three kilograms. It used to be fairly sharp, but now the blade was full of gaps.

Such a sword can no longer hurt people, and it may still be able to be used as a saw.

This is an ancestral property inherited by Pei Lun and has extraordinary commemorative significance, but the cost of repairs makes Pei Lun heartbroken. As metallurgical technology becomes more and more popular, there are fewer and fewer independent blacksmiths, and service fees are getting higher and higher. This cannot but make people feel ridiculous.

The shadow of Perun was reflected on the sword, but this was the only thing that remained the same.

Click——

The metal reflection and the sound in the ear simultaneously showed that the door to the lobby was pushed open.

Perun turned around and found that Osmar's master and servant were walking in.

When he saw Kuo Ke, the back of his neck tensed subconsciously, and he held the blunt sword firmly in his palm.

"We will no longer receive guests here."

Chude Osmar looked at him with a look like "the toy actually moved", which made his hair stand on end. Then Kuok's pace accelerated even more menacingly, surpassing Osmar and walking towards him.

"I don't understand why you always do unnecessary things?"

Kuo Ke complained as usual, but Pei Lun instinctively sensed the absolute threat from him, so he stopped warning, stepped forward, and thrust the tip of the great sword into Kuo Ke's chest.

Kuok saw the pitted sword blade and finally devoted some of his energy to the rebels.

He laughed.

The broad palm grasped the sword blade faster than the thrust, stopping this weapon that once shone brightly on the battlefield.

Pei Lun looked at his hand in disbelief. Only a slight amount of blood flowed from the palm and flowed along the blade. This was the total price he paid for this move.

"You're not bad." Kuo Ke looked at his own blood and did not hesitate to praise him.

Pei Lun wanted to say something else, but Chud Osmar next to him suddenly waved his hand, and a cloud of purple dust came to his face, making him lose consciousness.

This is Datura seeds ground into powder. Taking it directly can amplify people's senses, but after being concocted by a capable alchemist, it can also reduce people's resistance, making the user easier to control.

In the past, country alchemists with limited vision used this medicine to prepare love elixirs, and ambitious people could use it to bring trouble to the palace.

The wizards of Strath love this kind of thing best.

Kuok frowned and looked at his companions: "The seeds of Datura are not easy to get. You have wasted so much on these ordinary people. What do you expect to gain from this land?"

Chud Osmar's expression was beyond comprehension.

"It's just some reward I deserve, a promise I made. Okay, please invite others in."

The black-eyed painters, who were supposed to continue working in the church, dragged the unconscious Schmidt into the hotel. Their luggage contained the magic materials Osmar needed - mercury and some special acid and vinegar solutions. There was a chance the items would be lost in transit, and Osmar refused to take the chance.

Kuok stopped asking. He didn't like talking in front of strangers, even if those people were already controlled by him.

He grabbed Perun and used his power. After a while, the hotel owner opened his eyes. His eyes had turned into the same pure black color as the painters, which was the characteristic of a person whose mind was controlled.

The hall on the first floor was empty, only the three of them stayed here.

Upstairs, there are other similarly manipulated people doing what Osmar asked them to do. For this boring thing, they and the doctor and his wife had to come here, because here is what they need. thing.

Chud Osmar needs a backup,

That's what he said to Kuok.

As the plan progresses, Chud Osmar shows an increasingly arrogant attitude in front of his former students. This is his always suppressed nature, which also shows that he is not far from success, but Kuok still does not Know what he plans to do.

The traveler's behavior of maintaining a sense of mystery made Kuok lose confidence in him, and it wasn't long before he asked Osmar again about his purpose.

Osmar lay on the table, took a deep breath, and sang loudly in an aria:

"Of course it's because of love!"

If you don't look at his face, he does have the talent to be a dramatic actor or singer, but as long as he sees his face, no one will be in the mood to appreciate art.

"Love?" Kuok sneered. "Stop kidding me, I'm not one of those fools you can fool."

Who would kidnap a bad old man for love?

The goatee is undergoing the doctor's fourth round of torture upstairs - in order to make his state conform to the "shou", and also to collect pain and hatred. These emotions are almost the universal currency of ritual spells.

"You can't understand the meaning of these things now because you have lost the ability to love. If it were you in the past, you would know what a great thing I am doing." Osmar put down his legs table, taking off his gloves for the first time to examine his hands.

It was a pair of hands covered with strange scars.

Ten sharp nails cracked, revealing the pink tender flesh underneath, and vertical or horizontal scars penetrated every inch of the skin. The blood scabs and fresh blood stains were entangled together, almost forming a new shell.

It looked like the mark of a whipping, or like the skin was being peeled off continuously and then healed.

With these hands he opened a bottle of fine wine in Perun's luggage and poured a glass for himself and Quok.

"Respect the homeland!"

He drank it all in one gulp, but Kuok did not.

"I don't know what homeland I have, and you know this too." The real doomsday seeker stared coldly at his former mentor.

Being sold to the circus by his parents was his last memory of home. Even if he really remembered where his hometown was, he would not want to go back - unless he was going to destroy it.

"Then respect my homeland."

Osmar looked at him with a smile, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

The horrible and ugly pink face was already slightly red due to the effect of alcohol. Many parts of Osmar's face were covered with thin and short maroon hair, and the areas not covered by hair looked like mucous membranes. The skin is as smooth and easily congested.

Kuok reluctantly picked up the glass. Seeing him do this, Osmar became happy: "That's right. It's really a beautiful place and it deserves a toast from anyone."

But Kuok took a sip and put the glass down because he didn't like drinking.

"You never mentioned your hometown to me. I thought you were an orphan too."

His words made the smile disappear on Osmar's face for a moment, and then hung up again after a few seconds: "Quoke, the scope of 'homeland' is wider than 'hometown'. I was not born there, but my ancestors came from When I come there, I also need to respect that land.”

"You said you came here for a pilgrimage. Huh, I should have connected these things earlier. Your Taunton accent. Ah - I see, the Dinon Restoration Congress sent you here? They asked you to follow me ,Yes or no?"

Quak suddenly became angry. He thought he should be angry. Although he had known that Osmar had sent him to the House of Troubles with a purpose, he never cared about it because he had the power and he could deal with this person. But if this matter was promoted by the First Agricultural Restoration Congress, the matter was beyond his control.

The Dinon Restoration Congress is different from the Doomsday Seeker sect in that it is a political organization. The intrigues and intrigues that circulated in whispers had power beyond his comprehension.

Chud Osmar gently put the empty wine glass back on the table and looked at the student with sincere eyes.

"That organization has nothing to do with me, I can swear to you. I only came here for personal purposes."

"Lie," said his fat student.

"I didn't lie. It's because you are too prejudiced against me." Osmar didn't care about the offense: "You will trust me and rely on me again. This change just takes a little time. I will show you That’s all worth it. Then you’ll know who the great ones are truly worth following.”

These words were so disgusting that Kuo Ke's hands had already tightened.