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"What deal did you make with the locals?" the detectives shouted angrily and interrogated the wizard.

In the past, Julius would have exposed his flaws under such intense questioning, but today is different from the past.

"They are all small commodities such as boxes, tea cans, snuff bottles, and tapestries." Julius wailed. As the bookkeeper during this period, many transactions emerged from his mind with little need to recall: " Together they are not even worth fifty pounds, so I’ll give them to you if you want them!”

Kit was going crazy and gave Julius a sharp slap in the face.

"We don't want to know this! Why on earth does Clayton Bello visit Barbara so many times?!"

There was burning pain on his face. Julius carefully captured the sense of swelling in his cheeks, and he also realized that blood was beginning to ooze from the corners of his mouth, but the pain did not affect him as effectively as it did to ordinary people.

After fighting the circus people, he began to consciously study how a wizard should use witchcraft to fight.

Closing one's senses and reducing the impact of excessive stimulation on oneself is his latest achievement.

If he is injured on the battlefield, this new spell can prevent his chanting from being interrupted by pain. This was his original idea. He did not expect that the first practical application of this spell would be to help him survive being beaten to extract a confession.

Julius's consciousness was like a balloon floating upwards. He calmly felt the pain that was no longer bothering him and thought about the reason why he was found.

Yes, it's surprising to be found, but it's natural to be caught.

As he mentioned to Clayton, iron has a certain restraining effect on wizards.

Casting an effective damaging witchcraft with the blade close to his body requires very high mana, but he can't do it now. Even if he desperately casts the spell, he can only knock down two people at most. , unable to resist the third one no matter what, and the fierce resistance may make the other party use the gun, and then there is no telling where the bullet will fly.

Julius decides to give up on his escape.

He wanted to know more how these three people blocked him.

Although the time of his return and the possible route he may take cannot be called completely random, they are also quite unpredictable. He has never even traveled this road before, and it is impossible for these Hook detectives to know how he will take it. And after he learned that the members of the Doomsday Seekers had some kind of divination ability, he immediately made an amulet that could counter divination. The prophecy ability should not be effective on him.

If these detectives spread out and looked around to find him, then he would have nothing to say, but they were so determined to block his path, as if they had expected it.

Julius was just a little slow in thinking for a moment, and Kit couldn't wait to reward him again.

"Don't think about it anymore, you know what to say! Tell us why Bello is looking for Barbara?!"

Julius whimpered in pain again - of course he blocked most of the pain as before. This reaction was imitated again according to the injured scene in his memory, but no one noticed this.

"He was her lover, so we visited her frequently."

"He took his daughter and went out to find a lover? Don't think of us as fools!" Robin Hood grabbed his long hair and asked him to stand up straight.

The wizard gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his face pale: "Stop fighting, what I said is true, they really have this kind of relationship. Really, he is this kind of person. Listen to it, Bello (Manscian, Meaning "Beauty"), this guy's last name is actually "Beauty"! I really haven't seen anyone more cool than him. And Perot also acquiesced in this matter. He is dying of old age, unable to do what he wants, and he hopes that his My son will be able to find a good job with Bello’s help in the future.”

"Moral corruption." Robin Hood sighed.

Kit glanced at him, and with a little more strength in his hand, he pressed Julius against the wall.

"He's probably lying to us."

"But the story is really interesting."

"Then why are you going to Barbara's house?" Ignoring his two team members, Ace stared at the immobile Julius: "I think there is no need for him to bring an extra man with him when he is visiting his lover, right? And besides, More than once, you yourself have been to Barbara's house alone, are you also lovers?"

The wizard leaned against the wall and opened his eyes, smiling bitterly: "Actually, I am Clayton Bello's doctor."

"What about the doctor?"

"Barbara has recently stopped menstruating. They suspect she is pregnant, so they hope I can find a way to make a diagnosis and guide her to protect her body." He only told the truth in the first sentence.

"Then did you see Ian when you went to her place?"

The wizard shook his head.

"Did Barbara ever mention him?"

"Maybe, but she never mentioned it in front of me. After all, I'm just a doctor."

"Prove you're a doctor." Ace said coldly.

Julius motioned for them to open the bag on his waist, which contained several medicinal oils and ointments that he had recently prepared to treat Marietta.

After unscrewing the lid, the pungent and bitter smell made Kit feel like he had returned to the village doctor's small clinic. He reluctantly nodded to testify for the wizard: "It seems that he is indeed a doctor."

The inquiry reached an impasse, and the detectives began to look at each other.

"Maybe he has concealed some information, and we should give him some punishment." Kit suggested.

From the beginning to now, they have beaten this kid for five or six rounds, but there is still no useful information.

If water can still be squeezed out of the sponge, then this green-haired man is just a urine bubble at best. After playing for a long time, the information he gave them was useless trash.

However, these news did not seem to be false. The information Julius told could completely support the appearance they saw, but Ian Lazarus did not play a role in it.

Even if he still advocated execution, Kit was still hesitant in his heart.

Did they really arrest the wrong person?

So where did Ian go?

In the darkness, Ace waved his hand, breaking the silence.

"Take him away"

Julius's eyes widened, and before he could speak, Kit, who was next to him, held the short knife behind his back and hit him on the head with the handle. His vision went dark, and his consciousness gradually became faint, and he was unable to hear Ace's last words clearly. Discourse.

"Since you can't figure it out about him, don't waste any more time. Just ask someone to send the message to them and ask them to bring Ian to redeem him."

The three detectives carried the human body onto a cart outside the alley, squeezed it together with the package they originally carried, then covered it with a black tarpaulin and wheeled it away on the street as if nothing had happened.

What they didn't notice was that in a corner of the wall on the street, a robin was poking its head.

A robin landed on Donna's shoulder, and after chirping a few times in her ear, the girl panicked and threw down the towel she was using to wipe the horse's sweat, and rushed to a house a street away with her skirt in hand.

"Aunt Barbara, Julius has been taken away."

Barbara was holding Clayton's ax and was thinking about where to put it. After hearing the news, she suddenly inserted the ax handle into the floor.

"Who did it?" she asked tremblingly.

Donna was stunned, then immediately turned around and asked Bird: "Who did it?"

The robin jumped twice on her shoulder and chirped twice, and the girl's face was immediately shrouded in gloom.

"It didn't recognize him, it just knew it was three men in black clothes. They wounded Julius and took him away in a cart."

It's not easy for animals to remember human faces. They usually remember people by the way they move, smell and color, and they won't remember people's names unless told to do so.

This means that these animal friends can only find people among the options provided by Donna. If it is a complete stranger, they are helpless.

After saying that, Donna suddenly thought of something again. She took out a small handful of grains from the side pocket of her skirt and spread it in her hands. The robin jumped down and took a few bites before flying away.

"Then what should we do? Should we go find him now?" Barbara asked Donna for advice worriedly.

Barbara didn't know how much of Clayton's abilities Donna had, and she didn't know if she could do it. She just felt that someone had to guide her on what to do.

First her parents taught her discipline, then her husband taught her how to be a wife, then members of the Presbyterian Church taught her how to kill, and most recently it was Donna who taught her how to read.

She felt extremely at ease when she had someone with whom she could ask questions.

However, this time Donna was not so proactive.

"No, I can't leave. I have to stay here to look after the horses. They have been exercising strenuously not long ago and are easily sick now. My uncle left this matter to me because I am better suited to communicate with animals, and we also Don’t worry about giving them to the groom.”

Barbara was very disappointed: "It seems I can only go by myself."

Donna didn't know whether she should comfort her, but in a blink of an eye she saw a big box next to her, and she suddenly had an idea.

"Aunt Barbara, you can bring your descendant. Isn't he a detective? Maybe he is better at finding people."

The female vampire wakes up from a dream.

"Oh my god, why didn't I think of that? He can definitely help me, and it's been almost a day since the blood donation, so he should have woken up!"

She hurriedly walked over, opened the box, and helped out the person inside.

This is the first time Donna meets Ian Lazarus.

She had never seen such a lost person before.

There was no wrinkle in his clothes, and he was dripping with blood. There were rotten flesh foam and dried blood scabs hanging from the corners of his mouth. His face was pale, his hair was withered, and there was no sign of energy. The muscles in the corners of his eyes were spasming, and there were still traces of blood. Some signs of madness.

The first words he said when he came out of the box surprised the girl.

"Kill me." He said with squirming lips, his voice as low as a moth's wings.

Donna took a step back and watched in horror as Barbara adjusted his collar, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and told him kindly:

"Until next time, honey."