Bab 14: The Aftermath of the Incident
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Through the dense woods.
Davis came to a small wooden house.
Creak.
Davis knew that he was too late when he pushed the door open.
On the wall inside, were a few dried corpses. They were obviously the people that had disappeared from the village.
Their clothes and figures were exactly the same as those in the village had described.
He looked at the scattered bottles and jars on the ground, as well as the faintly visible magic circle.
Davis knew that this should be the place where the demonic aura had appeared. Someone had held a demon summoning ceremony or a demon transformation ceremony here.
When he turned to the backyard, he saw a corpse with a cross on its chest.
Looking at the priest's exclusive monk uniform on this corpse, Davis knew that he was the missing priest.
Although there were corpses everywhere, there were no bugs, let alone any scavenging animals.
Those animals were scared by the devil's aura. The senses of animals were always stronger than humans, and once they smelled danger, they would not come a second time.
Davis picked up the cross on the priest's chest.
"Don't worry, I'll purify this devil."
He dug a hole in the back of the house and buried all these people who died in vain.
Looking at the small house in front of him, Davis turned around and snapped his fingers.
Whoosh!
The small house began to burn fiercely just as Davis was still in it.
Earlier in the village, a group of uninvited guests had arrived there.
"Damn it! You bastards, what are you still doing here?"
The oldest man in the village, Old John, was so angry that his old face turned red. He puffed his beard and glared at the dozens of personal guards in front of him.
Those were the hooligans raised by the mayor!!
Old John was very familiar with the marks on their bodies.
These guys had come again after coming over to rob earlier. They were simply too shameless.
They did not even give the villagers a break!
Ptui-!
John wished he could bite them to death one by one.
"Two of our brothers who just came to 'collect taxes' have gone missing."
The guard commander was expressionless and indifferent. "The mayor ordered us to come and investigate... also, old man, if you dare to curse again, I'll use my sword to cut your old and ugly head into two halves from top to bottom!"
The mayor had given the order, and they were the face of the mayor outside.
They had to be arrogant!
The corners of John's eyes twitched, and he could not contain his anger.
His old face was filled with wrath.
As the oldest elder in the village, he was the one who made the decisions in the village. Aside from that, he was also a knight from a big city when he was younger.
On that occasion however, he was being humiliated before a mere captain of the mayor's personal guards.
John really wanted to fight to the end, but his reason dictated against it.
He regained his calm and then reacted to what the guard commander said.
"Your missing guards have nothing to do with us. Those bandits went missing after coming to our houses and robbing us. You ought to be looking for them and checking whether they're in a brothel or something, not cause trouble for us."
Old John glared at him coldly.
The guard commander gave him a cold look in return and said indifferently, "Don't play dumb with me. My two personal guards were most likely killed. I know someone came to your village yesterday. I'm sure you know what happened."
As he spoke, he leaned forward and looked down at John. "Tell me, who exactly came yesterday? Call him out, or tell me where he is? I'm sure you don't have the guts to kill my people."
A stranger from yesterday?
John was stunned. In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
A young man in a hood. He was very handsome.
He was the only stranger who came yesterday, and he also remembered yesterday's scream.
What a good guy!!!
John's eyes lit up and he cheered in his heart.
Davis should be the one who killed the man?!
However, he still did not voice out his guess because that young man had protected them. He ought not to repay kindness with enmity.
Moreover, the incident left him feeling very happy.
Those people who took advantage of their position and plundered others deserved to be beaten to death!
"Hahaha.
"I never expected that you maniacs would ever have such a day. You've gotten used to bullying people who did not dare to resist and you thought that no one would dare to make a move against you."
John laughed heartily and said mockingly, "Bullying the weak and using your power to oppress others. You people only know such petty tricks."
Everyone had to put up with the mayor's antics in Bourne Town.
Everyone had to submit to the mayor's brutality and violence.
That young man did everyone a favor!
"Old Man, you're courting death."
The commander of the personal guards suddenly changed his expression, and his eyes revealed killing intent.
However, John was unmoved. He looked at the other party with a determined expression, the old but imposing voice said, "I left my hometown when I was ten years old. I was already a knight when I was twenty years old here. Later on, I became the captain of Count Spencer's personal guards in Rymia City. The count and I went through life and death, fought against undead creatures, and also went on the battlefield... I'm now 102 years old."
"What are you trying to say?"
The commander of the guards frowned.
John grinned, revealing his toothless gums. He looked at him contemptuously, then his expression became serious, his voice was extremely firm. "I'm trying to say that I've seen more storms than you ever have! You're just a mere captain of the guards and the mayor's lackey. How dare you bark like a dog in front of me? Death is just the reincarnation of life. It's a return to the embrace of God. Do you think everyone is afraid of death?"
Old John roared, "I never came back in the past, but now that I'm back, I'm going to say no to your acts of banditry!"
Old John roared furiously, and a gush of blood and aura gushed out from his body. There was still some strength left in him.
Although he was old and his blood as well as aura had subsided, he could still put up with a final battle.
He rushed forward and took the lead to kill the enemy, initiating a fight with the commander of the guards.
...
Half a minute later.
Screech.
A sword light flashed. Old John's old head flew up. Along with a gush of blood, the horizon was subsequently dyed a desolate crimson red.
Old John was an elderly man after all. His strength had decreased far too much.
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