Chapter 26: No more hesitation, we must strike hard
Outside the crooked hut, a young man covered the big bump on the back of his head, looking extremely terrified.
Beside him, three or five people were holding knives and other objects to untie the two villagers who had broken muscles and bones and were covered by a bright silver net.
Stepping on a half-section of a bench with jagged wooden thorns exposed, Horn slowly walked into the small hut where prisoners were once held.
On the dirty ground, half an iron tooth and several broken hemp ropes were hanging quietly on the ground.
"Haze." Horn's voice was calm, but Haze couldn't help but tremble all over.
"One of the three guards was killed, what else do you want to say?"
Haze fell to his knees with a thud: "Master, Master Saint Sunson, you are really down there. It really has nothing to do with me if he is disobedient. Just wait, I will take people to catch him and I will promise to catch him."
"Catch him?" Horn sneered. He motioned to Busak.
Busak stood up and whispered: "The raft on the river has been rowed away by the monk. The big boat is probably difficult to maneuver, so he is useless."
Ignoring the lost Haze, Horn stepped over the pool of slime on the ground and walked up to the cold demon hunter.
Bent down and looked at the demon hunter, while Gilo looked at each other calmly, waiting for Horn's question.
"Hard? Cut off one of his fingers."
"Yes."
"Hey, eh, eh." Gilo's originally cold face collapsed; The wrinkles gathered together and turned into surprise and flattery.
"Master secret party, you ask first. If you don't ask, how do you know whether I am worthy of cooperation or not? It is against the rules to cut off my fingers when you come up."
Horn was a little surprised. He originally thought that this was the case. A tough-guy-looking witcher would be a tough guy.
The matter was urgent. Horn did not have time to delve into it and said directly: "If you dare to tell lies, you will cut off your fingers in the first sentence, chop off your hands in the second sentence, chop and hang you in the third sentence, and lose your head in the fourth sentence."
“Oh, how dare I?”
“How did the monk break the hemp rope?”
"He had steel teeth in his mouth, and he used them to bite off the hemp rope, and half of it broke."
"How did he escape from the guards?"
"He After biting off the rope, he picked up a bench and knocked one of the guards unconscious. The other two guards tried to scream, but they were caught by him with the sacred tennis ball. "
"Wait a minute, you guys are caught. When I was there, I was searched, where did the sacred tennis ball come from?”
“You don’t know, that monk, like Durdafo, was a choirboy, a shithole. The head is big, not to mention one sacred tennis ball, even ten of them are more than enough.”
As Gilo spoke, the hellish scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
The cold hut, the squatting monk, the soft sound of "pop", and the shock of him reaching out from behind and pulling out the sticky sphere with some reddish-brown traces.
Holy mines and sacred tennis balls are tools used by the monks to defend themselves and the priests.
Its power is the same as other blessings and gadgets of the church. It is a special attack on monsters and almost useless against people.
“If he escaped, where might he go?”
"He can only go to the Gulag Monastery, which is where we came from."
"What are you doing here?"
"We salvaged a floating corpse from the river. After multiple verifications , it’s Barnett...”
“Damn!”
Horn never expected that it was Barnett’s body that was found. He thought it was the church. There is such a thing as great prophecy.
Ever since he arrived in this world, Horn felt like he was unlucky.
But there is a key part, that is, the priest of Hedge Country, Father Duldaver, does not know what he looks like, he does not know that he killed Barnett, and he does not know that the witch exists.
As long as he can annihilate this investigation team, then the clues will be broken. By the time the priest and priest want to investigate again, Horn will have moistened Norn and breathed free air.
If I had known better, I should have made a decisive decision and killed them all.
If the monk really sees Durdafo, he will be in big trouble - he has seen his own face!
Thinking of this, Horn cast his dangerous eyes on Gilo, making Gilo feel hairy all over. He now knew that the monk pointed to the highest level of these secret parties with a casual finger. He wanted to kill him almost casually.
"Why didn't he take you with him when he escaped? As a demon hunter, you must have stronger force than him."
"Where do I have force? I'm not a demon hunter."
"Oh? Bring me the scissors!"
"I'm telling the truth, it's the truth. I'm really not a demon hunter. I'm also a member of the secret party. We are members of the same family. I have proof in my pocket. You can tell when you put it on the fire."
Throwing the scissors aside, Horn asked people to clean up and allocate manpower, then picked up the ax and gestured between Gilo's legs: "If I didn't find it, it would be two lies."
Take out a few pieces of white paper from your pocket, put them on the fire, and brown-red text slowly appeared on the paper.
It not only contains the time of joining the club, the level within the club, who the master is, the name code, but also a small portrait.
Taking out one of the pictures, Horn compared Gillo with the person in the portrait with some surprise.
"Is this you?"
Gillo stretched his head and looked at the portrait: "It's me. At that time, I was still very fat."
"The Rose Club, the Joan Party, the Green Clothes" The Brotherhood..." unfolding the six certificates in his hand, Horn glanced at Gilo, "You have quite a wide circle of friends."
"I am an undercover agent of the secret party who joined the Demon Hunter. To prevent being accidentally killed by one of your own, I had to take this step." Ji Luo said with a smile.
“Oh, I see, it turns out you are a fake witcher, no wonder.”
Horn instantly figured out the details of Gilo, and looked up and down at this middle-aged liar in his mid-thirties: "He looks pretty good, has he never been discovered?"
Gilo tightened his grip behind him. Quickly lead Horn's words elsewhere.
"Of course I have discovered it, sir. This snake has a snake path, and a rat has a rat path. I was discovered. Just escape to Norn. There are many ways. I am very familiar with the snakehead smugglers in this area. "
"Oh? "
Horn's eyes suddenly brightened, and there was even a faint blush on his face.
Even though his mind was a little groggy, Horn still cheered up. His plan needed such professional counterparts.
He needs local snake accomplices like Ji Luo, oh no, companions, to help him complete his plan to escape Qianhe River Valley.
Seeing Horn's face turn red and his eyes shining, Gilo tightened his buttocks tightly and even prayed silently in his heart.
Fortunately, Horn didn't bother with him anymore, but turned around and walked out of the hut.
He has a more important thing to do now.
Slanting raindrops fell on Horn's forehead. In the chilly rain, his eyes gradually darkened.
“Are you all ready?”
Jeshka bowed: “Everything is ready, two children, four young men, plus me and Hez "And the Holy Lady, I'm waiting for you."
The rain was getting heavier, but Horn's brain was burning like a fire.
Going to someone's doorstep to capture and kill them is not in line with Horn's purpose of being low-key and cautious. It is too risky and too public.
But sometimes, the progress of everything depends on the course of fate, and people are not allowed to do what they want to do.
In front of his eyes, it seemed that he had been beheaded by the knights and mercenaries who came to suppress him, and the scene was told to the Thousand River Valley.
If he doesn't do this, this is what will happen to him.
We can no longer hesitate, we must strike hard.
Shaking his head and recovering from his dizzy vision, Horn said through his teeth: "Catch up and kill the monk. We must not let him see Father Durda, the priest of Hedge Country. ”
He bent down, picked up the Demon Hunter's steel sword from the ground, and put it on his back: "Isn't it the Gulag Monastery? He can go there, and I can go there too!"
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