"I don't understand what you're talking about." Gunther took a step back slightly. The look on his face didn't look like he was pretending, but Uriel knew he didn't mean a word of truth.
The Sheriff was not too stupid: "The Nameless One?" Before he finished speaking, Gunther disappeared from their eyes. The patrolman's instinct made him mobilize his magic power, and sure enough, the next second, the stone brick wall behind him exploded into pieces. The whining wind whistled in the cracks. The decisiveness of the opponent's attack was beyond his expectation. "we are not--"
"He is the only one who believes in you. Mr. Patrolman, I have already suggested that you take off your badge and put on your hat." Uriel pointed out unceremoniously, "Not to mention the church, Blumnot arrested the most unknown people. They are your colleagues. Don't deny it, they have caught more fish than you have ever seen. Now we have confirmed his identity and seen his face." In this case, it is obviously better to silence him than to Escape is more proactive.
"That's right." Gunther's voice came from behind Uriel, full of the madness of a trapped animal. "How did you find me? Was it Hobson?" He hesitantly said a name that was familiar to all three of them, and the atmosphere suddenly froze for a moment. "For Gaia's sake," the warrior said to his apprentice, "Sir, I will spare your life until I get the answer."
Mystery glides stealthily through the air.
"The goddess does not bear witness to murderers." Uriel did not hide, but the Sheriff could not see Gunther and his magic at all.
The sharp dagger approached at great speed. He stretched out his hand and pulled, and a golden chain of divine words penetrated into the air. One of the tied arms was hanging in the air behind him, and strange ripples rippled on the surface of the trapped man's body. The apprentice exerted more force and tore Gunther's entire body out of the magic. The battle was over before it even began. He raised his other hand in the air and accurately grasped the handle of the dagger. The golden gems on it dazzled his eyes. "You also visited a certain noble's treasure house?" Uriel found that even the handle was made of ivory.
"That's Sir Hardy's collection." Xia Zuo recognized it.
What a big fish, but we're not Sheriff's Department bait. "We will not hurt you." Uriel told the desperate warrior Gunther, "This police officer is your tribe's companion who broke into the Affairs Department... Maybe you should call him a warrior. He came to you, To keep you safe. Of course, we were meant to be out looking for the murderer of Father Fielding."
He paid close attention to Gunther's reaction. He saw the other person's face turn from pale to bloody, and knew that the warrior gentleman had not believed them yet and was secretly trying to break free from the restraints.
This is correct. If Uriel is caught, he will not choose to accept his fate. But now Gunther's resistant attitude is causing him trouble. "Do you recognize Hobson and Whittaker?" he asked directly.
"I said you would let me go?"
"As long as you didn't kill the priest."
"Of course not! Didn't the patrolman tell you?"
Uriel turned his head and glanced at the Sheriff, who was patting his clothes. The look on his face seemed to be more indifferent than the apprentice. "I've never met you," he promised.
"Because I wasn't there in front of you," Gunther admitted, "but I was there, watching Hobson kill you." His vigilance stemmed from fear. Not out of fear of patrolmen or demon hunters, but for deeper reasons. "I remember it very clearly." The sound of chains hitting him became louder. "You were supposed to have been stabbed by Hobson and fell to the ground. But you got up and ran away as if you were unharmed."
Uriel shrugged, "I guess your accomplice has poor accuracy."
"The fire goes out before a man dies," Gunther retorted, "I saw his fire disappear!"
"In fact, it was just a trick." Wittek explained, "I had to do this to ensure that the demon hunters would not find my traces. The priest died in the manor, and the church will definitely search it to the end. This is why I will not return to the Sheriff's Department. The reason - if I don't go back with the real murderer, I have no chance of avoiding closer inspection. Uriel, you will see me at the Trial of Fire."
"Don't call me by my name." The apprentice sighed. "At this point, there's no point in hiding your identity. We need your help, Mr. Gunther. Now you finally believe we're here with good intentions, right?"
The Warriors no longer struggle. He stared at the words of the goddess on the chain and nodded silently. "I also have something to deal with Hobson." He motioned for them to follow.
Uriel let go of his magic and walked out of the dead end of the city with the Sheriff. It's so comforting. They kept climbing until they reached the edge of the city. Birds chirping came from the deep purple waves, and the temperature of the air gradually rose. The outer ring is the urban area where the poorest civilians live, and here he heard even more bizarre stories.
"We did intend to murder Dunbar Fielding, Hobson told me, in order to keep you from catching him for his petty transgressions," said Gunther. His home gave the apprentice a sense of familiarity. There is no tea reception here, because all the guests are uninvited. The host brought two chairs, but Uriel preferred to sit on the floor.
Wittek snorted, "I was just doing my job."
"At least on the surface," Gunther shot back.
"I'm sorry, sir, your accomplice wants to take someone's life for a trivial matter?" Uriel frowned.
"We are demons. Being targeted by a sheriff is like having a hunter's ax stuck to the back of your neck. You seem to have no idea about self-preservation." Gunther replied, "I'm not a gentleman, just call me 'Button'."
"Is that some kind of nickname?"
"it's my Life."
"I mean, is it a common name, or is it, uh, nameless—"
Gunther denied it. "Don't think of us in such a complicated way. The Nameless Ones are independent individuals. Even if they can sense each other through special fire, there are not many people who have contact with each other in normal life. You also know that this is a very vague sense that can only confirm each other. existence. Once they meet, the risk will double."
"Yeah, someone always gets caught." Witke sighed.
caught. Uriel knew what he meant. Those who are caught can still sense the strange fire, and can also remember similar people they have met. Demon hunters undoubtedly know this. "Some people don't think so." He looked at the patrolman. "You said it was your responsibility to find them, and I will never forget that."
"This is one of the reasons why you helped me." Witek successfully turned his head away with one sentence. "It is true that demons rarely gather in groups, which can ensure maximum safety...but that is not entirely the case. As long as you can manage the information in your mind, there will no longer be any hidden dangers in mutual assistance."
A lock, Uriel thought, would cover up the strange behavior of the fire without betraying his brother if exposed. It's a fitting name for those of his kind who trust him. There was no flaw on Gunther's face, but the tiny movements on his fingers made the disguise useless. He was tempted. "Hobson knew my...race. He had always known that my powers were innate. Until that night, when he told me that he too had been favored by the devil. It made him feel confident."
Or ego. Power gives people a false sense of confidence and makes them feel like they are capable of anything. Uriel was thankful that when he ignited the fire, the heavy price and the enemies he faced made him realize that his power was actually insignificant.
Mr. Button poured himself a glass of water. "Whether you believe it or not." He turned around, "I didn't kill anyone that night. At most I added some sedatives to the cups of the excited guests and pretended to be the bride's lover to see her for the last time. . We were so stunned by Father Fielding's death that I forgot to reveal myself, and Hobson immediately diverted his aim."
"He came at me." Witek answered.
"That's it. But obviously he was not unaffected. The knife was stuck crookedly and only scratched you, but he didn't know it." He answered. Uriel remembered that there was only one obvious stab wound on Witek's body, and it was the guy's own hand. Gunther agreed with his reasoning.
"In short, we can only count it as an attempted murder... No, I think it's not even an attempt if I have a good idea before doing it."
"Then you are very lucky." The apprentice said angrily. As a believer in the goddess, it was obviously impossible for him to have no objections to Gunther and Hobson's drafts.
"We didn't think so at all," Gunther said. "The killer left after killing the priest, and Hobson asked me to go find Sir Hardy's treasure after he killed Whittaker. I thought he was doing this to me. compensation, but this guy took away more than half of the gold coins.”
"You are not sharing the spoils equally?" Wittek thought he had found the reason why Gunther was looking for Hobson.
"I remember more than one person died that night," Uriel pointed out.
"The poor couple died at Hobson's hands. This was originally part of our plan, but the killer killed the priest first, so we didn't have to leave any traces. I asked him why, and he thought I was Fool, he excused himself by saying that he had done nothing... We used the name of Miss Robert's lover to get rid of Fielding, but the unlucky guy also died. But this bastard didn't have enough fun, and went back to kill the killer Bao who was chasing him. Mann was hanged in the church."
"Okay! Two murders, one criminal!" Witek was surprised.
"More than one." Uriel reminded, "It was not Hobson who killed Father Fielding. Who was that killer?" He hoped to find the identities of the two murderers together.
Gunther is helpless about this. "He had the face of the waiter. I found his body while disposing of the remaining potions in the kitchen... Someone replaced the original waiter, sneaked into the dinner and slit the priest's throat."
Uriel and Wittek looked at each other. "I noticed something was wrong, Mr. Button."
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