Xia Yibing kicked the lock, breaking it completely, and several people quickly left the house.
But it seems a little late.
As soon as he rushed out, Sixus, who was in the front, was grabbed by the girl.
They gradually contracted their formation and watched... people in dark dresses emerged from the bushes and woods.
These are the Necromancers.
"I miscalculated." Eugenie said in a low voice, his voice full of self-blame.
"Most people wouldn't go all in on this, but that's Doug."
"Mackay Dougley is a dirty gambler..."
Chapter 32 The Sound of Time
At the same time, on a street not far from the County Magistrate's Mansion, at the corner of the intersection, there was a small building where two groups of people were crowded inside, smoking and chatting.
"Shakang and the others haven't sent any news back yet. They are probably dead in there..."
"Well, that means there is something fishy about that bastard Ming Niang. The boss was right. Baron Copperfield and his wife must be hiding in the house."
"Hey!" At this moment, a short man wearing a cowboy hat suddenly called out to most people, "Do you think it could be a misunderstanding... Shakang and the others' failure to return has nothing to do with Niang?"
“What are you talking about…!!”
"impossible……!"
"Who else could it be except him..."
"That means Baron Copperfield did it himself! That proves they are there!"
As expected, the crowd was excited and almost every villain made a rebuttal.
"Oh, that's not what I meant..." The man in the cowboy hat was terrified and kept pushing his hands to try to calm everyone's anger, "I just said... Have you really never heard that the house is cursed?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the field quickly became quiet.
"Curse? ...What curse?"
“I haven’t heard of that…”
"I've heard of it!" A sturdy man by the window said, "It's about the curse of the County Governor's Mansion. There have been rumors for many years that people who stay in the guest rooms of the County Governor's Mansion will encounter random accidents."
"An accident? What kind of accident?"
"Of course he died." The sturdy man glared at his companion and said cautiously, "My grandmother told me this when I was very young... She said it was a curse of time. Those who were found by the curse would experience a time flow that was completely different from other people in a very short period of time. When they came to their senses, they would most likely have died of old age."
This horrific rumor quickly spread among the crowd, and the villains began to talk about it, but they no longer dared to speak too loudly.
As native Tarignans, they also know how to be afraid. Their tyranny and viciousness can be directed at those who are weaker than themselves, but evil... curses... these things cannot be dealt with by fists.
"Do we have enough silver bullets..." a tall and thin man said in panic, "Oh! I suddenly remembered that I replaced the magazine! Damn it - I have to go back!"
“I don’t think I brought enough!”
"I didn't bring any!"
"Who would have thought that those things would be needed in the daytime with so many people around!"
"So what should we do now? Continue to wait here or go back and get the silver bullet?"
The crowd was noisy and talking. Seeing this scene, the cowboy hat who first brought up this topic grinned slightly, with the corners of his lips raised in a bit of pride.
But he soon stopped being so proud, because he was closest to the door and he could hear it - a unique and unusually steady sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
Gradually, other people also heard it. They stopped talking, kept quiet, and stared at the door, until a shoulder stronger than a black bear squeezed in from the door frame, raised a small head and stared at them.
"I can hear your fearful voices from downstairs."
Mackay Dougli said in a cold voice, his deep little eyes constantly emitting terrible fierce light, forcing everyone who dared to look at him to lower their heads.
"Don't forget how you survived." His voice was very low, and his words were like thunder exploding from his chest, with an extremely oppressive feeling.
"You are the garbage and maggots of society... You wallow in sewage all day long and sell everything for a bite to eat..."
Dougli's words made many people look confused. They gradually remembered what kind of life they lived before joining the Undead Party.
"Even so, you cannot escape fear." The frivolous mockery made everyone tremble.
“You are running too slowly… You are wriggling in the feces like real maggots… hoping to escape death, escape the footsteps of death chasing you…”
"What are the consequences? Your former partners have proven it."
"And now you have proved how correct your choice was!" Dougli growled, "You have abandoned everything to fight death! You once vowed not to be afraid anymore! You should have transcended it! But just now you were discussing whether to run away like cowards!?"
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point at this moment. Although the place was crowded with people, some of whom were as big as Dougli, no one dared to breathe the air at this time.
"Join your companions and attack the manor." Dougli waved towards the door.
"Don't give me the chance to do it."
The villains finally breathed a sigh of relief and swarmed downstairs. No one wanted to continue facing the terrifying leader.
"That's right, Egg!"
When he reached the cowboy hat, Dougley suddenly called him.
“Boss…” The cowboy took off his hat stiffly, revealing a long face and thinning hairline.
"What's up?"
When asked, Dougley did not answer immediately.
He left him alone for a while, during which time he took out a thick cigarette, held it between his lips, struck a match to light it, and leaned against the wall, puffing away.
The cowboy hat didn't dare to move, and beads of sweat gradually covered his forehead.
"Go to Marsa and order a few boxes of silver bullets."
Dougley finally spoke.
"By the way, tell him that I need the 'special cargo' he prepared earlier."
It turns out that I am not looking for myself to be held accountable...
The man in the cowboy hat reached out and wiped the sweat off his face, feeling as if he had just made a circle around the dead end.
"Good job."
Dougley suddenly patted his shoulder, and a somewhat hideous smile appeared on his rough face.
"The Deathly Hallows will not mistreat their own people, especially those smart ones. This is their best springboard."
"But the premise is that they are our own people."
"You understand, Egg."
After Egg left, Doug went to the window alone to smoke.
"You should be able to tell he's not one of ours."
Along with the voice, a tall young man in a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck walked into the room.
He has long dark grey hair, which is soft and shiny after washing. Combined with his spotless clothes, it can be basically judged that he has a mild mysophobia.
If Egger were still here, he would recognize him as Belle-Fersnan, the head of the Plague Doctors' branch in Metz.
...In some ways, he is a more ruthless character than Dougri.
"So what?"
Dougli didn't look at him, but continued to stare at the manor in the distance.
"The party has only one goal in Metz, which is to catch Eugenie Kopperfeld. Catching bugs is something we will consider in the next stage."
"Are you so sure he'll be there?"
"As long as there is a chance, I will try my best."
"Ah! I forgot that you sat here by gambling your life!"
The young doctor smacked his lips, walked over to the burly man and patted him.
"But, my old friend~"
"You don't really think those bugs will let us find him?"
"Don't forget the 'Forgotten Zone' some time ago." Fusnan's face gradually turned cold.
"Everyone thinks we did it! What's the truth? We know nothing about it!!!"
He let go of the burly man and began pacing around the room.
"You can't do this, Doug."
By the way, I will give you some comments on his actions.
"There are too many people who want to capture him... the Three Dragon Guards, those Dragonblood Clan hiding in the dark... more and more people have come to Metz recently, and we are running out of manpower!"
"Do you understand, Makai? If we don't clean up those bugs first, they'll suddenly jump out and stab us when we're about to succeed!"
"...You don't want to see that scene, do you?"
"I admit that I am not as good as you in judging some things."
Dougley finally spoke.
"But, Fusnan..."
"You certainly don't know where these orders come from."
"Where did it come from?"
The doctor was stunned, and then his expression suddenly changed.
"For you to say that... it must be from your superiors..."
"But your superior...who will you obey?"
"It could only be—"
"Yes."
Dougley chuckled at the doctor's pale face.
"This is what the leader meant."
"Including the 'Forgotten Zone' some time ago, he also knows who is causing trouble."
"He told me this - 'The sudden appearance of the most conservative Apostle of Time means that they must have received a new prophecy'."
"He knows everything, Fersnan."
"This is a chess game between big shots. We just need to watch quietly."
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Chapter 33 Reinforcements
At the same time, at the back door of the corridor of the County Governor's Mansion.
More and more people came from all directions, and it seemed endless. Some of them wore high-end suits and felt hats, while others wore only simple shirts and patched trouser legs.
The only force that could bring these people together like this is the Necromancer Party.
The first people to gather had already seen Eugenie. They stared at his face with a hideous grin, walked forward with guns in hand, and moved their lips as if they were muttering something.
For Jerry, this was truly the most realistic nightmare scenario. She pursed her lips and tightly grasped the young man's arm, suddenly regretting involving Hitzfeld and the other two.
Originally, it would have been just Eugenie and I who had to deal with this... But Miss Hitzfeld was still so young, and she had helped us before...
Why would we bring them here when we have lost our self-awareness?
Jerry was in agony. She had thought that even if she wasn't a noble person, she wouldn't do anything to survive, but reality told her that she was very likely to be: after she was shielded from all the cognition of "Jerry-Nome" - or perhaps it should be called "Jerry-Copperfield", she would make this choice, which was her survival instinct.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, Jerry..." Seeing her anxiety, Eugenie smiled and reached out to rub her arm.
"In fact, they only want me. Listen carefully - I will run inside, into the house, and try to kill more people in the end... You should use this time to find a way to escape."
"..." Hitzfeld held the white whale in one hand and the Borunikai in the other, with no expression on his face.
