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Several gunshots rang out.

Robb looked at the town policeman again. Just like before, the bullet holes in his chest were quickly filled with the hemp rope inside.

"It's weird."

Faced with the town police who were glaring at him but couldn't sit still, Robb, who had completed his investigation, stopped talking nonsense.

Boom ~

A raging flame started from the town police's body.

No matter how the hemp ropes in its body struggled to escape, they were all useless and turned into ashes in the flames, never to recover.

Robb continued to walk towards Sarah's residence without being disturbed.

……

Inside the hotel.

The defense line carefully constructed by Sarah and her friends is now in jeopardy under the attack of a group of fearless and fanatical townspeople.

"Although I am somewhat unwilling, I have to admit the reality. Sarah, you have to ask Robb to come on stage."

Although Dadamos insisted on standing straight, he was breathing heavily and had a clear view of the reality.

Don't blame Knight Dadamos for not trying hard.

Facing a monster that couldn't be killed no matter how hard it was poked, it felt helpless.

"I understand." Sarah nodded solemnly.

She was content to be without Robb for so long.

Now it's time to ask Robb.

She ran to the mirror and was about to recite the spell.

Robb's voice rang in my ears:

"No need to summon, I'm already here."

The voice just fell.

Outside the door.

Flames rose, angry roars were heard, and even gunshots rang out in rapid succession.

After a few breaths, all that was left was a series of heart-wrenching screams.

Chapter 239 The Biggest Tightrope Ball in America

Boom...boom...boom...

After a while, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Along with it came a voice that Sarah was very familiar with:

"It's me, open the door."

This time, Sarah did not hesitate and quickly asked Rude to remove all obstacles in front of the door.

When she opened the door and saw the familiar face, Sarah couldn't help but pounce and threw herself into Robb's arms like a young swallow returning to its nest.

"Robb~~"

Robb patted Sarah's head and praised her: "You did a good job this time. I am always ready to respond to your call, Sarah."

"Of course! I am the one who successfully passed the test of the Fairy King." Sarah raised her little face and couldn't help but smile.

But soon, she said a little embarrassedly: "I almost summoned it just now."

"Sarah, you've been amazing to have lasted this long," Robb said.

"When we get back to the academy..."

He was about to continue speaking.

The sounds of hurried running and angry roars could be heard outside the house, getting closer and closer.

"Outsider, you have offended the greatest tetherball!"

"Death is your only way to atone for your sins!"

"Hand over the girl! She wants to visit the twine ball too!"

"..."

All of a sudden, everyone in the town seemed to wake up.

Amid the sound of heavy footsteps, the first people who arrived appeared in the sight of Robb and Sarah. They were holding sticks or guns and were rushing towards them angrily.

"Who are they anyway? And why do you keep asking me to visit the Twine Ball?"

Sarah, who didn't have to worry about safety with Robb by her side, asked in confusion.

She had assumed that everyone who came to town would be invited to see the twine ball.

Now it seems that I am the only one who is invited, but Robb is not among them.

"Maybe Twine Ball prefers pretty and cute little girls." Robb said with a smile.

"Thanks for the compliment. It would be better if you removed the 'little' and just called her 'girl'."

Just as children always yearn for the adult world, Sarah said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her joy.

She doesn't consider herself a "little girl".

Both in mind and body.

Sarah puffed out her chest proudly in response to Robb's gaze.

But it only lasted a few seconds before she shrank back shyly.

Robb had to admit that in comparison, Zoe, Madison and the others were still a little behind.

Feeling that he had a long way to go, Robb carried Sarah to the open space outside the house.

Before long, everyone in the town arrived.

Not many, only about sixty or seventy people.

A lot less than expected.

One thing is worth noting.

Among the people who came, there were young, middle-aged and old men and women, but there were no children.

Not even anyone Sarah’s age.

Robb thought thoughtfully, "It seems that I guessed right. Twine Ball likes children the most."

Sarah naturally knew what Robb meant by "favorite".

Thinking about how she almost went to visit the twine ball before, she approached Robb with some fear and said:

"What's wrong with these people?"

"People? They can no longer be called people. To be more precise, they are puppets made of twine balls."

At the end of his speech, Robb looked towards a bungalow with a pointed roof and the American flag hanging on it not far away.

The pride of this town, the largest twine ball in the United States, is located there.

Let’s deal with the miscellaneous soldiers in front of us first.

Having made up his mind, Robb glanced at the ferocious and weird townspeople who were gradually gathering around him.

He smiled and said to Sarah beside him:

"Sarah, would you like to have a bonfire party?"

Sarah didn't spoil the fun: "Of course."

So, without waiting for the townspeople who had already become puppets of the hemp rope ball and assisted the evildoers to react.

Robb glanced around.

moment!

The torches that shot up into the sky covered all the townspeople who had gathered around without exception.

In an instant, the dark sky was dispelled by the bright flames, and a lively bonfire party began.

The only difference was that the laughter and joy that should have followed were replaced by screams.

Seeing Sara forcing a smile, Robb shrugged.

Looks like it's screwed.

He snapped his fingers.

The burning torches suddenly rushed upwards, like a raging fire into oil, burning the townspeople to ashes even faster.

The bonfire party ended in vain.

After that, Robb didn't say any more and took Sarah to the center of the town, which is also a signature place, in front of the bungalow that houses the largest collection of hemp rope balls in the United States.

Pushing open the glass door, most of the space inside was occupied by a huge hemp rope ball that was much taller than a person.

On the walls around are pasted historical photos and newspapers about the hemp rope ball.

When Robb and Sarah stepped in, the radio in the room introduced the twine ball and played the report in a loop:

"Welcome to the town of Cork, where the largest twine ball in the United States is located. It was created by Greg Cork in 1954. Weighing nearly 14 pounds and standing 29 feet tall, the twine ball is a modern wonder made of flax thread... Mr. Cork is a doting father who created the twine ball in memory of his two children. For years, he spent several hours every day winding the twine ball until he was finally able to show his work to the town..."

Sarah looked at the giant ball of twine in front of her and asked curiously, "Is this ball of twine the culprit for the current state of the town?"

Listening to the introduction on the radio, Robb turned his eyes away from the photo of Cork, the largest twine ball maker, and his two children hanging on the wall, and looked at the twine ball in front of him.

His sight passed through numerous obstacles and reached the center of the sphere.

There, the bodies of some children were placed in various postures.

Among them, two children who looked like Cock’s children in the photo were holding hands and happily staying in the crowd.

The moment Robb saw them, they opened their eyes, and their dead gray pupils looked straight at him.

Robb's expression remained unchanged as he answered Sara's question: "It was too lonely and wanted to find more friends to play with. It just used the wrong method."

"Looking for friends to play with?" Sarah asked in a questioning tone.

But before she could think too much, reality suddenly changed.

Thick hemp ropes suddenly stretched out from the surface of the huge hemp rope ball. Amid the harsh sound of air friction, they turned into hundreds of whip shadows and were swung towards Robb and Sarah.

Robb, who didn't want to have an American-style bondage, stretched out his hand and pressed, and an invisible air wall condensed.

No matter how hard the twine whipped, Robb and Sara could not be touched.

The twine ball was not given a chance to react.

Robb's dark pupils were covered with a sea of ​​fire.

An extremely fierce flame suddenly ignited on the huge hemp rope ball.

Seeing this, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is it over?"

Robb shook his head calmly, "Not yet."

……

The twine ball comes from the Frightful Fifty States, the largest twine ball in the United States.

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Chapter 240 Chapter Solution

A blazing flame ignited on the gigantic ball of hemp rope.

The hemp ropes that were showing their fangs and claws before seemed to have encountered their natural enemies, and they kept shrinking back timidly.