When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 695: Hunting the Living Dead

The flames rising among the green ivy and orchids wrapped the hanging scorching sun with a layer of black gauze.

Through the door with billowing smoke, the visiting guests, protected by guards, filed out from the intricately carved flower door and jumped into the carriages or sedan chairs at the door.

But the shouting and screaming in the thick smoke had not stopped yet.

The dark-skinned young man in a Qianhegu-style suit climbed onto the carriage by the door edge. As soon as the door closed, the old man in a black robe in the inner room asked impatiently, "Did it work?"

As the carriage swayed, the young man shook his head and said, "No, he is under strict guard and he refused to go to the cage. Your intelligence is also wrong. The Holy Silver is not lethal to him at all."

"Damn it." The shadow under the black robe trembled, as if someone could be seen gritting his teeth. "Where is the Holy Relic of Sorido? Did you get any information?"

"If the Sorido Sacred Artifact can be identified with the naked eye, then why are we looking for it?" He picked up a bottle of potion and poured it on his face, tearing off the black dead skin. The young man revealed his originally pale face. "At least we have confirmed that he is not the monster created by that Serfaye. I am already very satisfied."

"Okay." The man in black robe softened his tone and knocked on the car wall. "Go to the front and let me off, then go to the dock 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 until you reach your destination. Do you understand?"

"Okay, but you have to find me some strong 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 turned his head to look at the Black Snake Bay warriors and guards who were constantly gathering towards the Tiannv Palace, and silently walked into the narrow alley composed of narrow wooden houses.

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Inside the Tiannv Palace, the previously joyful dinner was now silent with cups, plates and candlesticks scattered on the ground, the grape trellis collapsed in the black ashes, and a residual fire was still burning on a wooden support.

The evaporated wine mixed with the dried blood, and a boot stuck to the floor showed the panic of its owner as he escaped.

Standing in front of this mess, the witches and high-level wizards present all had deathly grim expressions on their faces.

At their banquet, an assassination attempt was launched on the most important guests of Black Snake Bay, resulting in nine deaths and seventeen injuries. This was simply shitting on the neck of the Witch Council.

After such an attack, the banquet will definitely not be held, and the wizarding conference may have to be postponed for a few days.

Otatila and Meliati looked at each other, and a hint of gloom and worry flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Fortunately, news came from the backyard that His Highness Horn was only slightly injured and was not in serious condition.

Horn, who was being bandaged and examined by a top witch doctor, soon received news that six of the attackers were dead and one escaped.

The dwarf assassin bit the poison sac in his mouth to pieces the moment he was knocked down by the gendarmes, and died before even the witch doctors could rescue him.

"Have you confirmed their identities?" 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 Tiannv City?"

The guard in charge of Tiannu City's security was sweating profusely in the hot weather. "They, they are the servants of Ms. Veronica of the Tarot Society. The ones who are in charge of checking them are the Black Fist Gang. Uh, they are vassals of the Golden Cross..."

"Among the six dead and one escaped, the one who escaped was Veronica?" Horn carefully recalled the intricate relationships between the secret parties and laughed playfully, "The Tarot Society and the Golden Cross have a good relationship, right? I remember that this Golden Cross... is it the Golden Cross of Ms. Aisena?"

"Well, yes, but Ms. Aisena has stated that she knew nothing about this matter. She also denounced Veronica's betrayal and fully accepted the investigation and house arrest. However, she also expressed her hope to come to you in person to apologize and explain."

"Let her come here and assassinate her again?" Du Valon sneered sarcastically.

"Don't talk nonsense." Horn kicked Duvalon's butt, "Have you found out about the demon hunter who came out of the griffin?"

"Not yet. We don't know who he is, but we think the secret party wizard who sent the griffin is a major suspect." The captain of the guards stood up straight, "He said that the griffin was locked in a cage for more than ten days, and was only fed a small amount of bread and water during that time, and the cage was not even opened.

Just ask a person who doesn't know magic, no matter how powerful his breathing skills are, he can't stay in the stomach of a griffin for more than ten days, this is obviously inconsistent. "

"If he was also part of the assassination, why didn't he commit suicide? Why did he stay alive for you to interrogate?" Duvalon still felt something was wrong. "This lie is too clumsy."

Horn also frowned. This was the question he was thinking about.

The chief guard was not giving up: "Maybe he guessed that we would think so, so he deliberately bluffed?" "Is it possible that the mastermind behind the scenes guessed that we would think he was bluffing, and deliberately led us to think in the wrong direction?"

"Or maybe he guessed that we would think he was the mastermind behind this and guessed that we would think he was bluffing, so he just made up this clumsy lie to save his life?"

"is it possible……"

"Alright, alright." Horn quickly interrupted the two people's conversation and said, "Don't be stubborn. Put him under house arrest first. Don't torture him. Let's investigate for a while."

"Hiss——" The captain of the guards suddenly made a sound of sucking his teeth.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no." The guard leader shook his head quickly, "I'll go to the dungeon right now and tell them to stop the execution."

Looking at the captain of the guards hurriedly leaving, Horn turned his head and was about to ask someone to bring dinner, but he saw a military police jogging in from the door.

"What's wrong?" Du Valon stood in front of the gendarmes.

The gendarme whispered for a while, and then Duvalon turned back and took a few quick steps to convey the message to Horn.

"Acatlan? What is he here for? Let's receive him and let him stay nearby first, and let him meet again another day. The timing is too sensitive now." Horn shook his head and asked Duvalon to ask someone to make arrangements.

But soon, Duvalon came back quickly and said with a strange look on his face, "Acatlan said he has some clues about the attacker."

Any clues? The Priory of the Scales? Horn stroked the stubble on his chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked Acatlan to come in.

When he walked into the room, Acatlan was still hunched over and lowered his head, but he said something shocking as soon as he opened his mouth: "Your Majesty, I think this assassination may not be the work of the church. To be precise, it may not be just the work of the church."

Duvalon glanced at Horn's expression, then stepped forward and stood in front of Acatlan: "What do you mean by that? Isn't this dwarf a demon hunter?"

"Yes, of course." Acatlan did not dare to stand up, but buried his head even lower. However, the words he said were beyond doubt. "I just checked his body when I passed by. He is a dwarf and a demon hunter, but whether he is a human or not is another matter."

"You might as well put it more clearly." Horn asked bluntly.

Acatlan then raised his head, his eyes were full of determination: "Your Highness, the griffin's mouth cannot swallow a person, even if he is a dwarf.

So actually he made an incision between the griffin's chest and abdomen, crawled in, and then sewed it up.

I checked the wound, and there were signs of divine power promoting healing, but it would take at least ten to twenty days or even a month. So the question is, how could a living person stay in the belly of a griffin for so long?
Other witch doctors may not understand it, but it cannot be hidden from the eyes of our Sicheng Hermitage!

The dwarf looked like he had died of poison, 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 is most likely a zombie or the living dead created by blood magic.

This dwarf witcher died a long time ago. 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 have been able to perform such sophisticated manipulation.

I think the purpose of the attack at the banquet was to create chaos, to help the high-level vampire escape, or to cover his tracks!"

"But the assassin at the banquet outside is indeed a demon hunter." Du Valon felt an itch on his head. "The vampire is a demon hunter... It's unlikely that the demon hunter helped the vampire escape."

"Do you suspect that the Church and the Flesh and Blood Court are working together to assassinate me?" Horn stood up from the couch. "Forget about the Church, but why would the Flesh and Blood Court do this?"

"Who knows? Maybe a certain vampire was bribed." Acatlan shrugged. "The internal friction and turmoil within the Flesh and Blood Court are not much less than that of the Empire. If they could really be united like they were hundreds of years ago, wouldn't they have defeated this corrupt empire long ago?"

How is this related to the Flesh and Blood Court? The Golden Cross, the Tarot Society, the Witcher Castle, the Church...

Horn felt his mind was a mess, but he remained calm: "Okay, I understand. Your clues are very valuable. I will inform the Witch Council."

"It's great to be able to contribute." Acatlan bowed. "Normalizing the secret party has always been the goal of our Scales Hermitage. If you need me, please feel free to come to me."

(End of this chapter)