Chapter 337 Ending

In the dim utility room, the light came from the candles placed on the empty wine barrels. Donna sat leaning against it. She changed into a new dress and looked like a lady again, but she sat on the ground without any scruples, just because it was more convenient to read.

In her hand was an open book, with the cover in gold-plated cursive letters - "The Book of Sataqi".

This book was found in Edwards' body. Except for the title on the cover, the content was all written in ancient language. He himself recorded his "great achievements" and various magic rituals. The witch was responsible for studying it.

Sataqi seemed to be Edwards' real name, and there must be many secrets about this country in it.

She read with great interest, but when she heard screams outside, she would frown slightly.

The screams naturally came from Chude Osmar, who was tied to a cart and felt the pain of his body being torn repeatedly.

"Why can't you wait two more months?"

"If you wait two more months, maybe you can get in by yourself without any help. Look at yourself, you messed up everything!"

"You messed up yourself! You messed up us too!"

The werewolf returned to human form, but his malice did not subside at all, but burst out to his heart's content.

The barrier between the fairyland and the real world is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe in a while, the monsters in the fairyland will appear in the city center, but this guy in front of him insisted on entering the fairyland this year. His unscrupulous means now seem like a joke, but he killed many people.

Although they only learned this news after entering the fairyland, it did not prevent Clayton from venting his grievances.

Clayton let go of the scissors and let it stick in the red-headed man's chest. Then he wiped his bloody hands on his clothes and sat aside to rest. Father Louis hurriedly took a hammer to replace him. Chude Osmar is a sensitive person. No matter how many times he is injured, he can't learn to shut up. This is a good singer for the werewolf.

The priest looked at Osmar's face, raised the hammer in his hand and smashed it down.

When Clayton heard Osmar's scream, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. This was the effect of wolf blood on him.

Screams meant fresh prey, and he instinctively felt happy. Just like his many unknown powerful ancestors, the inheritance of generations of hunters was engraved in wolf blood, exerting an influence from ancient times on him.

Compared with Clayton, Louis's technique was not professional, nor did he enjoy it, but he was able to persevere.

Hammer after hammer.

The sound of broken bones and flesh never stopped.

Osmar was not a human, his body was extremely strong, but facing the iron block on the hammer, that little strength was nothing.

Louis' face was splashed with many blood spots, almost blurring his eyes. He raised his arm and swung the hammer hard, hitting Osmar's flesh and blood, but his face did not show any pleasure. He even looked more and more painful, and his throat began to carry a heavy hoarse sound when he breathed.

The muscles under his eyelids piled up, and the corners of his mouth were pulled back, but he was not smiling, but rather like someone trying to breathe hard when suffocating.

This was the face of a drowned person.

He looked extremely weak, but the movement of swinging the hammer was still powerful. Even those warriors who had lived in the fairyland for thousands of years would feel sorry for the fruits of his labor.

He was not a very strong person. The long process of revenge would only make him constantly think of the face of his dead adopted son and the warm past, which made him feel tortured. But he had to do this, because revenge for his children was the responsibility of parents.

The power that drove his actions now was not simply hatred, but also love for his deceased adopted son.

The screams lasted for an hour, and Clayton felt that he had rested enough, so he stood up again and walked towards Osmar, but the door next to him was pushed open.

Behind the open door, the witch looked at them angrily.

"How long have you been making trouble? Are we going back or not?!"

As she spoke, her eyes quickly swept across Osmar's tattered torso, and a trace of pity appeared on her face.

Chude Osmar almost killed them all, but even so, she felt that it was too bad to do so.

A story in the Book of Sartaki made her feel pity for Osmar.

Clayton jumped on the edge of the cart and blocked most of Osmar's body: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the house? What are you doing out?"

He was just getting excited and didn't want to end it so early.

Besides, the priest was still knocking behind him, and the noise made him itchy.

Donna sighed helplessly, and she also saw Louis's expression. Seeing Clayton's appearance, she could still say it was a curse, but the originally solemn priest Louis turned out to be like this, which made her unacceptable, and finally understood what the "power of hatred" was, and excessive hatred would also hurt herself.

"Three hours have passed, how long do you want to vent? Don't waste time, just... kill him quickly."

Bang!

Priest Louis did not stop, still swinging the hammer mechanically.

Clayton looked back at him, jumped off the cart, and walked towards the pit. "Let's go, gather the dwarves and start working. When the sacrifice is ready, wake him up and deal with the monkey."

Donna followed Clayton with Clara in her arms. Before leaving, she looked back worriedly. The figure of Father Louis swinging the hammer was reflected in her yellow eyes.

"Will he be like this in the future?"

"How could it be?" Clayton paused: "When Osmar dies, he will have no enemies in the world. When he thinks that the world is so beautiful, he may become more cheerful and kind."

Donna thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

"I hope he can start his life again in the future." She whispered a blessing and followed her uncle away from here.

Clayton easily persuaded the dwarves to help.

After all, as long as he presented the facts, they would know how to choose.

Now, there are at least three evil creatures wandering deep in the dwarf tunnel. If you want to seal Edwards underground, you may encounter them. If you ignore this matter and just hide Edwards' head, maybe one day he will be able to escape because of a lucky accident.

The dwarves hate Edwards and fear him. No one is willing to carry Edwards' head all day long just to observe him at any time.

Clayton's method was simple and clear - bring Edwards' head to the world and leave his body in the fairyland. The separation of the two would definitely take his life and eliminate future troubles.

The dwarves had no reason to refuse this proposal.

It was unexpectedly easy to get the red-headed people to move. They completely obeyed Clayton's words and took Pan's body with them. Although they did not like the status of slaves, they were willing to obey the judgment result from the ancient gods thousands of years ago - to obey the orders of every free man. They did this just because they respected the gods.

This respect lasted until they walked to the open-air sacrificial site and saw the ancient wooden stakes that were still stained with their own buttocks.

Clayton did not tell them what to do in advance.

The red-headed people began to flee everywhere, but they had already come here. Clayton, the dwarves and the wizards all worked hard and successfully achieved the set goal.

After working hard for a long time, they wiped the sweat from their foreheads and looked at the red-headed people strung on the wooden stakes. The joy of a good harvest arose spontaneously.

From a distance, they look like tall red ears of wheat.

In Terrells, east of the present world, there is still a rumor that the wolf god can bless the wheat harvest. This may be the remnant of the faith left by the former First Empire. The Terrells people also weave wolf-shaped dolls with grass for their children-for some reason, Clayton suddenly remembered this and felt that it was very appropriate to the scene in front of him.

There was only one sacrifice left on the ground, and Clayton would wait for Priest Louis to come before he would put him on the stake.

The seven dwarves looked at Clayton: "It seems we have to say goodbye."

The dwarves are a stubborn race. They have no interest in the present world and plan to stay in the fairyland to continue their mining business.

Clayton sincerely thanked and said goodbye to them, and asked Pileg to notify Priest Louis to bring Osmar over. They turned and left, gradually going away.

Looking at the seven dwarfs, the werewolf's smile slightly withered, and he secretly hoped that Hohom and Basham would not recover too quickly. Clara's spiritual fire would keep them in a coma for a few hundred years, otherwise their actions of telling the truth might destroy this short-lived comradeship.

Donna hesitated for a moment, but still waved goodbye to them.

The experience of fighting side by side before made the seven dwarves no longer hate each other. As for who the future king would be, they had not yet decided, but they agreed to revive everyone for a second fair competition after the poison gas in the castle dissipated.

By the way, "everyone" does not include the Dinong people.

"The result is not bad." Clayton held Edwards' head and whispered to himself, while letting Clara climb onto his shoulders.

Although the process was a bit confusing, his goal was basically achieved.

In addition to making a little money in Gevo.

"Cray." Donna called in a low voice behind him.

Clayton turned around subconsciously, and he almost thought it was Cuiti's voice.

They were about to return to the world, but Donna didn't look happy. She stood there, alone.

"I have something to show you." She came over and put the open "Book of Tsataki" in front of Clayton's face.

"Chud Osmar was also a victim of Edwards."

Clayton took the book and saw many strange black characters squirming slightly on the paper, like duckweed in the water.

The witch reached out and touched it, and the characters began to flip, from ancient language to Dornish.

"Chud Osmar." She whispered.

The words on the paper were instantly disrupted, and Clayton saw these black symbols flowing rapidly on the white paper, some disappeared, and others moved from the next page to the current page.

"Today a little monkey came. It looked like the same creature as the pets of the farmers, but it knew very little about its own tribe and actually asked me for advice."

"It was very alert. Although I said a lot, it didn't believe everything. So I had to use illusion to let it see the appearance of its tribe members before being impaled on the stakes. As a result, it believed it all at once. How pitiful."

"The time is coming. I originally wanted to drain its emotions as tuition, but it said that it will come again in the future. When it comes, it will give gifts to the noble me. I have to admit that these words benefit me, so even if I know a The probability of a person dreaming into fairyland twice in a row is very small, but I still didn’t do anything and just let it go. This is the right choice. Compassion is also a must-have character for a monarch.”

"The Blood Lord has been wandering on the border for six years. No caravan is willing to pass here. I can't find a foreigner with whom I can trade my emotions. The people in the country make me tired. I begin to regret letting that monkey go. ”

"I know that the passage of emotions is a blessing, and that only complete rationality can bring out all my intellectual powers. But I can't stand this feeling, even after thousands of years, I can't stand it, I have to eat a little more, this It’s not my problem, my kids need supplies too, this is all about it.”

"It's really here again! How did it do this? It must be the power of the Destiny Twins! If I want to leave here, I must get its power!"

"Although the red-headed people in the fairyland are stupid, they have a strong belief. They are unwilling to lend me their power, but if they are such a small guy, I am sure to control it. It really wants to see its own kind, and this Maybe it can be of use to me."

"But the barrier between the fairyland and the real world is too thick. I have to find a way to let it pass completely."

"But it's in some trouble in this world. If I don't help it, it will die soon. I have to help it first."

"Although I have been lost here for thousands of years, I still left some inheritance in this world, which should be used. Now it owes me more and more things, and it must be paid back."

"Here he comes again, looking a little bigger than before."

"Ageing. Huh, I almost forgot how miserable these mortal beings are, but that's why they need a great man to save them."

"Speaking of this monkey, I found that it has some magical talents, but I can't let it learn too much, and I can't let it become interested in this area. Otherwise, it may detect my intentions, which is for it. It’s good, but it doesn’t understand it now. I have to teach it step by step until it becomes what I need it to be.”

"In order to bring us closer, I gave it the surname from its old name, and now it is called Chud Osmar."

"It couldn't wait to see its kindred side again. I was prepared and immediately used illusion to create a phantom. It was made from the dream taken from its own heart and some real information. There would be absolutely no flaws - —Even if it did, it wouldn’t believe it.”

"It has been almost twenty years. I think I have completely gained its trust, so I taught it a ritual and a method of collecting emotions to make sacrifices. I hope it can come here in person one day in the future, and It's not through dreams. The ritual I gave it cannot open a two-way passage, but after it comes, I can use the divine power in the red-headed man to open the door to the real world."

"It looked confused and started to doubt my motives, and that's not okay."

"I again showed it visions of other red-headed men, and persuaded it to come to Fairyland in person, and these visions encouraged it."

"It looks older and older. If I hadn't always looked at those red-headed people, I might not have noticed the age difference among its species. In reality, red-headed people can only live for forty years. When can it take action?"

"I tried to ask it about this, but it was still hesitating. What about the determination it showed before?"

"It told me that it also picked up a student in reality and is now teaching him with all its heart, so the action of collecting sacrifices may have to be delayed."

"traitor!"

"I released the illusion again and it seemed determined this time."

"It's finally here."

Clayton closed the Book of Sartaki and looked at his niece with a complicated expression.

"Do you think what we did before went too far? Do you want me to sympathize with him?"

Donna stood there stiffly, looking at him stubbornly. Perhaps she took this for granted. It was obvious that this stubbornness stemming from a sense of justice did not come from either Tritis or Bracola, but from either side. Both sides molded her at the same time, and one cannot exist without the other.

"Yes, I know he must die, and I am willing to kill him if necessary. I just hope that you can develop a little more compassion through these words. I am very worried about your state now. The werewolf curse has too deep an impact on you. It is no less influential than demons on demon warlocks. You are already enjoying torturing people. If you don’t try to actively retain the most precious qualities in human nature and let them pass, can you guarantee that you will still be Clay in ten years? "Dun?"

"Even if you are still alive by then, but due to the influence of the curse, you have become a completely different person than you are today, then I... I will never talk to you!"

She tried to make a strong threat, but found that there was too little she could do, so after saying this, she was not as confident as she was at first.

Clayton closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and returned the book to her.

"You sound like your mother," he said with a smile.