There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

This gray-haired boy also had a faint smell of blood that couldn't dissipate in a short time!

This kind of person exudes the smell of blood evenly as if sprayed with perfume.

Judith has seen it before!

That is a cardinal who is as heinous as the ruined bishop Evans - a corrupt bishop.

He likes to torture living people with various cruel methods, even experimenting with living people.

For example, the diabolical spell of blood vaporization is the work of the Corrupted Bishop.

Judith will never forget the smell of blood on the Bishop of Corruption after using the steamed blood!

It is very similar to the current Durkan!

If the three guys in the living room are all subordinates of the corrupt bishop.

Then, this city of Tristin is at stake.

Just a ruined bishop is enough to give her a headache.

Without support, if the Corrupt Bishop also gets involved, she will only feel too powerless.

And worst of all.

The Lord's Mansion may have fallen!

"Master Judith, calm down! They are my friends!"

Lampard hurriedly ran from the gate to explain.

He found that the problem now seemed to be more than just explaining Evans' situation to Judith!

The three guys in the living room were full of aura.

And it looks extra relaxed in the drawing room.

I didn't treat this place as someone else's home at all.

Plus the finishing touch on the ground like a body bag!

The three of them looked like dangerous terrorists who hijacked the Lord's Mansion!

however.

Hearing Lampard's words, Judith just shook her head.

She protected Lampard who was chasing to the living room behind her, and became more alert to Durkan.

Judith: "Lampard, don't worry, I'm here."

Lampard: "No, I wasn't hijacked..."

Judith quickly "got" what Lampard meant and called out to the trio on the sofa:

"You three! Surrender and release Lampard's family immediately, or you will die under my sword soon!"

"..."

Hearing this, Durkan frowned slightly.

He probably guessed from the faint voice from Lampard's conversation at the door just now that this is the eighth order who was beaten by Evans.

What kind of brain can be beaten by Evans.

"Don't you consider the possibility that the three of us are good people?"

Durkan asked with some helplessness.

"No matter how you look at it, you don't look like normal people!"

Judith seemed to be so tense because of the cruel mental torture that she experienced today, and she became emotionally agitated.

"Ugh."

Durkan sighed weakly.

I thought it was over today.

He didn't expect that there would be such an actor who seemed to be on the wrong crew to disturb his comfortable evening rest time.

Originally, Durkan could tell the female knight immediately: the corpse on the ground is Evans.

But he has changed his mind now.

How could such a noble person who was delivered to the door be let go so casually?

"Then let's make a bet. If I can't prove that I am a Resurrectionist in the next minute, then I will be arrested and I will never resist. But if I can prove that I am not a Resurrectionist, how can you apologize to me?"

Durkan asked with a rather provocative smile on his face.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous. It's the first time I've seen you so blindly confident."

Judith sneered.

Obviously the smell of blood on your body has been exposed.

Still hardpacking.

The more realistic the acting, the more ridiculous it seems.

"Just say that if you misunderstood, how should you apologize?"

Durkan repeated it again, seeming a little impatient.

"If I wrong you, I will apologize until you are satisfied!"

Judith said coldly and decisively.

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Hearing Judith's answer, Durkan couldn't help laughing.

The female knight didn't know why she clung to him like this from the moment she saw him.

Of course, Durkan is also happy that the female knight is making trouble for him like this.

If you don't pay a price today, you don't even think about getting out of this door.

As long as he stands on the moral high ground, Durkan is invincible.

He pointed to the body bag on the ground, and said angrily:

"Come, come, open it and see who is in this bag."

"Hehe, could it be Evans? It's ridiculous."

Judith sneered and shook her head, sarcastically.

In her opinion.

Let's say that today the guy in front of me can be cleared of suspicion.

I'm afraid it will only work if Evans is contained in this body bag.

But that kind of absurd thing, even a three-year-old child knows that it is absolutely impossible.

Judith walked over to the body.

She stared at Durkan, swiped her sword and gently slashed open the body bag, cutting through its surface with precision without hurting the body of the dead inside.

I saw the cloth bag slowly spread out.

Judith also caught a glimpse of the corpse's condition out of the corner of her eye.

She found that the corpse's clothing, although charred a lot, could be seen as the clothing of a priest.

What a poor priest, at the hands of these three fellows.

however.

When Judith gradually saw the face of the priest.

"Evans!!!"

At this moment, Judith couldn't help but screamed, her lips were trembling, and she kept backing away.

Her expression became terrified, as if she had seen a ghost.

The enemy that made her fearful.

Why did it suddenly become a corpse? !

"How, how is it possible?!"

Judith seemed to be short of breath because of the momentary fright.

She quickly seemed to think of something, and looked at Durkan again.

"Do you want to use such a prop to scare me?"

She thought it could never be Evans.

It's just a prop used by the dangerous guy in front of her to mess with her mentality!

"Can't you just check it yourself? Where can I go to make you the corpse of an eighth-level powerhouse?"

Durkan sighed, and seemed to feel a little tired.

Or already want to fast-forward to counting money.

After hearing this, Judith squatted down, and she reached out tremblingly to touch the corpse.

After confirming the firmness of the body and probing with magic power, Judith quickly confirmed that it was a dead body with an eighth-level strength.

And most importantly.

Evans has the scars from her chase this afternoon!

This cannot be faked no matter what!

There is no doubt that the deceased was Evans! !

Judith bit her lip tightly, no matter how fast her brain was running, she couldn't figure out the current situation.

How could Evans die like this? ?