Chapter 695: Hunting Demons and the Living Dead
The flames among the pothos flowers and orchids are rising, wrapping a layer of black gauze around the hanging scorching sun.
Through the door with billowing smoke, the visiting guests, protected by guards, filed out of the intricately carved flower door and jumped onto the carriage or chariot at the door.
But the shouts of killing in the thick smoke still haven't stopped.
A black-skinned young man wearing a Qianhe Valley-style dress grabbed the door and jumped onto the carriage. As soon as he closed the door, the old man in a black robe inside couldn't wait to ask: "Did you succeed?"
As the carriage swayed forward, the young man shook his head: "No, his guard is very tight. He refuses to come to the cage. Your information is also wrong. Holy Silver is not lethal to him at all."
"Damn it." The shadow under the black robe trembled, as if someone could be seen gnashing his teeth, "Where is the Sacred Artifact of Soredo? Have you found any information?"
"If the Sacred Artifact of Solidor can be identified with the naked eye, then what else can we do?" He picked up a bottle of potion and poured it on his face, tearing off the black dead skin, and the young man revealed his originally pale face, " At least we are sure that he is not a monster created by Sefaye, and I am very satisfied.”
"Okay." The man in black robe softened his tone, and he knocked on the wall of the car, "Let me get off at the front, and then go to the pier immediately."
Turning his head, the man in black robe said to the young man: "Pay attention to your whereabouts. You are not allowed to leave the cabin before arriving at the destination. Do you understand?"
"Okay, but you have to find me some good slave girls to play with. I don't want to sit in a damp cabin with smelly men."
After getting off the carriage, the man in black robe turned his head and glanced at the Black Snake Bay warriors and guards monks who were gathering towards the Tiannv Palace, and silently walked into the narrow alleyway composed of narrow wooden houses.
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In the Palace of the Goddess, the originally cheerful dinner was no longer full of laughter. Cups, plates and candlesticks were scattered on the ground, the grape trellis collapsed in the black embers, and there was still a fire burning on a wooden support.
Evaporated cider mixed with dried blood, and a boot stuck to the floor showed its owner's panic as he fled.
Standing in front of this mess, the faces of the witches and high-level wizards present were as ugly as death.
At their banquet, they assassinated the most important guests of Black Snake Bay, causing nine deaths and seventeen injuries. This was simply riding on the neck of the Witch Council and shitting.
After such an attack, the banquet will definitely not be held, and the Wizards' Conference may even have to be postponed for a few days.
Otadira and Meliati looked at each other, with a hint of gloom and worry flashing in their eyes.
Fortunately among misfortunes, news came from the backyard that His Highness Horn was only slightly injured and nothing serious.
Horn, who was being bandaged and examined by a top witch doctor, soon received the news that six of the attackers died and one escaped.
The dwarf assassin bit the poison sac in his mouth the moment he was knocked down by the military police. Even the witch doctors had no time to save him and died.
"Have you confirmed your identity?" Sitting on a low couch with his upper body naked, Horn flipped through the guest list with one hand, "How did these demon hunters sneak into the City of Goddess?"
The guard responsible for the security of Tiannv City was sweating coldly: "They, they are the attendants of Ms. Veronica of the Tarot Society, and the people responsible for checking them are the Black Fist Party, uh, they are vassals of the Golden Cross... …”
"Among the six who died and one escaped, the one who escaped was Veronica?" Horn carefully recalled the intricate relationship between the secret parties and laughed playfully, "The Tarot Society and the Golden Cross have a good relationship, right? Remember, this Golden Cross...is Ms. Aisena’s Golden Cross?”
"Uh, yes, but Ms. Aisena currently declares that she knows nothing about this matter. She even denounces Veronica's betrayal and fully accepts the investigation and house arrest. But she also expressed her hope to come to you in person. Apology and explanation.”
"Let her come in front of you and try to assassinate her again?" Du Valon sneered angrily.
"Stop talking nonsense." Horn kicked Duvalon's butt, "Have you checked out the demon hunter who emerged from the gryphon?"
"Not yet. We can't figure out his identity, but we think the secret party wizard who sent the griffon has serious suspicions." The captain of the guard immediately stood up straight, "He said that the griffon has been locked in a cage for ten years. For several days, he was only fed a small amount of bread and water, and the cage was not even opened
Let's ask a person who doesn't know magic. No matter how powerful the breathing method is, he can't stay in the belly of a griffon for more than ten days. This is obviously inconsistent. ”
"If he was also a member of the assassination team, why didn't he commit suicide? Why did he stay alive for you to interrogate?" Du Valon still felt something was wrong, "This lie is too clumsy."
Horn also frowned, this was also what he was thinking about.
The captain of the guard refused to give up: "Maybe it was because he guessed that we would think so, so he deliberately bluffed?" "Is it possible that the person behind the scenes guessed that we would think he wanted to bluff, and then deliberately induced us to think in the wrong direction? ”
"Maybe he guessed that we would think that the mastermind behind the scenes guessed that we would think that he wanted to bluff, so he just made up such a clumsy lie to take the opportunity to save his life?"
"Is it possible..."
"Okay, okay." Horn quickly interrupted the matryoshka conversation between the two, "Don't be stubborn, put the person under house arrest first, don't punish him, and investigate for a while first."
"Hiss—" the captain of the guard suddenly made a sound of gnashing his teeth.
"Any questions?"
"No, no." The captain of the guard quickly shook his head, "I will go to the water prison immediately and inform them to stop the execution."
Looking at the back of the captain of the guard hurriedly leaving, Horn turned his head. Just as he was about to ask someone to deliver dinner, he saw a military policeman trotting over from the door.
"What's wrong?" Du Valon stopped directly in front of the military police.
The military policeman whispered for a while, and Du Vallon turned back and walked a few steps quickly to convey the message to Horn.
"Acatlan? What is he here for? Let him stay nearby and let him meet another day. The timing is too sensitive now." Horn shook his head and asked Duvalon to call someone to make arrangements.
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But soon, Du Valon, who had left the door, came back quickly and said with a strange expression: "Acatlan said that he had clues about the attacker that he wanted to provide."
Any clues? The Priory of Scales? Horn touched the stubble on his chin, and after thinking for a moment, he finally asked Acatlan to come in.
When he walked into the room, Acatlan was still hunched over and with his head lowered, but he said something shocking: "Your Majesty, I feel that this assassination may not have been carried out by the Church. To be precise, it is not necessarily just the Church." Taking action.”
Du Valon glanced at Horn's face, then stepped forward and stood in front of Acatlan: "What do you mean by this? Isn't this dwarf a demon hunter?"
"Yes, of course." Acatlan did not dare to stand up, but buried his head lower, but the words in his mouth were unquestionable, "I just checked his body when I passed by. He was a dwarf and a hunter." A demon, but not a human being.”
"You might as well speak more clearly." Horn asked bluntly.
Acatlan then raised his head, but his eyes were extremely determined: "Your Highness, that gryphon's mouth cannot swallow a person, even if he is a dwarf.
So he actually made a hole between the griffon's chest and abdomen, got in, and then sewed it up.
I have checked the wound, and there are traces of magic promoting healing, but it will take at least ten to twenty days or even a month. Then the question arises, how can a living person stay in the belly of a griffon for that long?
Other witch doctors can't understand it, but it can't be hidden from the eyes of our Priory of Scales!
The dwarf looked like he had been poisoned to death, but in fact, his body, especially his brain and spinal cord, exuded a strong smell of undead magic.
If you want, I can take a piece of brain and put it in a special reagent. As long as it turns red, it will probably be a zombie or living dead refined by blood magic.
This dwarf demon hunter has long since died. It was controlled by a high-level vampire, and I am sure that the vampire must have been at the banquet, otherwise he would not be able to perform such fine control.
I thought that maybe the attack at the banquet was essentially to create chaos, help the high-level vampire escape, or cover up his traces! ”
"But the assassin at the banquet outside is indeed a demon hunter." Du Valon felt the Tianling Gai itching, "The vampire is a demon hunter... It is impossible for the demon hunter to help the vampire escape."
"Do you suspect that the church is cooperating with the Flesh and Blood Royal Court to try to assassinate me?" Horn stood up from the low couch, "Forget the church, why would the Flesh and Blood Royal Court do this?"
"Who knows? Maybe a certain vampire was bribed." Acatlan shrugged, "The internal strife and turmoil within the Flesh Royal Court is not much smaller than that of the Empire. If they can really unite like they did hundreds of years ago, Didn’t we defeat this corrupt empire earlier? ”
Why is this related to the Royal Court of Flesh and Blood, the Golden Cross, the Tarot Society, the Demon Hunter Castle, the Church...
Horn felt like his mind was in a mess, but his face remained calm: "Okay, I understand, your clues are very valuable, I will inform the Witch Council."
"It would be great to be able to make a contribution." Acatlan bowed, "The normalization of the Secret Party has always been the goal of our Priory of Scales. If you need me, please feel free to come to me. ”
(End of chapter)