"Haha, how can I tell at a glance if he's a foreigner? How can I tell? "Roy forced himself to calm down and pretended to be discussing the contents of the yellow paper with his companions.
He used the hidden meaning in his words to comfort Phil and Pasha, telling them not to be nervous or flustered. After all, apart from the local Biles, the other three were also citizens of Rouen. Furthermore, they didn't have any Southern Continent blood. Just looking at their facial features, there was nothing special about them.
"B-but, this is a Beyonder incident …" Pasha replied with a slight stutter.
This can't be judged with common sense!
Roy's heart froze. He looked at the expressionless citizens who were slowly approaching and hurriedly shouted in a low voice.
He hurriedly shouted in a low voice, "Run!"
Just as he finished speaking, he had already turned around and ran towards the nearest street entrance. Pasha and Phil followed closely behind.
As a local, Biles tacitly stayed at the back, allowing his skin to be covered with a layer of illusory fish scales.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few citizens raised their double-barreled hunting rifles and fired ahead.
Roy, Phil, and Pasha were all Beyonders who were better at combat. As they ran, they would change directions from time to time, lunge forward, and roll forward, successfully dodging this round of attacks.
Following that, under Pasha's guidance, they passed through the streets and alleys, escaping their pursuers and hiding in the shadows.
"What do we do?" Phil, who had lost an arm, asked as he panted. "From the contents of the announcement, we probably can't leave this city directly."
"We need to figure out the rules and find a solution from them." Although Roy was also flustered, he forced himself to think calmly to prevent the entire team from collapsing emotionally.
Pasha looked at Biles, who was in charge of guarding.
"Was that noticeboard there in the past?"
Biles nodded.
"Yes. Although I rarely have the chance to go to the municipal square, I gathered there when I was conscripted into the army. I saw that noticeboard."
"There shouldn't be a problem with the noticeboard. Perhaps those two pieces of paper are the key. They can give the written decree mysticism meaning," Pasha voiced her guess.
Roy immediately agreed.
"That's right.
"Besides, I suspect that the decree has to be announced to be effective. If we can find an opportunity to tear off those two pieces of paper, the corresponding restrictions might disappear."
After hearing Roy's words, Pasha, Phil, and Biles fell silent.
After a few seconds, Phil's facial muscles twitched.
"Give it a try! If you continue to be trapped in the city, even if you aren't caught by the citizens, you might still be punished for various reasons. "
Although they were all Beyonders, their Sequences weren't high. It wouldn't be a problem for them to deal with a few ordinary people, but it would be extremely dangerous to face the hostility of the entire city.
Roy, Biles, and Pasha were all people who had more or less been to the battlefield. They knew that hesitation was the worst thing to do, so they made a decision one after another and agreed to Phil's suggestion.
Under the guidance of the rather experienced Hunter, Pasha, the four of them took a detour and snuck back to the municipal square from another street.
At this time, the citizens who were watching the announcement were no longer there. It seemed that the entire city was searching for foreigners.
Looking at the notice board standing quietly in the middle of the two gas lamps, Roy and the others cautiously approached it, ready to escape at any time.
After approaching the target, Roy suddenly thought of a question and quickly lowered his voice.
"Is destroying the announcement an illegal act?"
"In theory …" Pasha was taken aback for a moment.
They then cast their gazes at the notice board and scanned through the crimes listed in the third law:
"…
"8. Vandalism;"
"…"
"There's really such a thing," Biles blurted out.
Phil's face, which was already pale from the loss of blood, turned even paler.
He thought for a moment and said, "What's the punishment for vandalism?"
This was only a minor illegal act, so the corresponding punishment was very likely to be relatively light.
If that was the case, Phil planned on taking the risk to tear down the notice and end this terrifying and bizarre incident.
"A first offense is whipping." Just as Roy, Pasha, and Biles were pondering over the answer, a voice sounded from behind them.
The four of them turned around in surprise and saw an ordinary-looking young man wearing a black robe and a tall top hat.
The man continued.
"A second offense will result in a severed hand.
"I'm not sure what a recidivist is."
"How do you know?" Roy asked with a frown as he warily held the hidden dagger.
The young man smiled and said, "I've tried.
It didn't have any effect. The announcement will soon be restored. "
"So, you were whipped?" Pasha asked in enlightenment.
"Yes." The young man nodded with a relaxed expression. "However, because I also committed fraud, I later suffered the punishment of having my hand severed."
"Fraud?" Biles asked in disbelief.
The young man chuckled and replied, "To put it simply, I didn't personally destroy the notice.
"To put it simply, I didn't personally destroy the notice. Instead, I sent a dummy over, and the one who got whipped was the dummy."
As he spoke, he raised his right arm.
His wrist was the same as Phil's. It was very neatly severed. The skin around the wound was pale and red, as though it was still oozing blood.
Suddenly, the fracture wriggled, and transparent worms crawled out one after another. They intertwined with each other and overlapped to form a new palm.
During this process, Roy and the others didn't feel any horror. This was because when they saw the worms that they couldn't distinguish the details, their thoughts became chaotic. Thoughts flashed through their minds, and they found it difficult to control their emotions.
When the palm "covered" the skin and became normal, the Beyonders recovered and took a few steps back in shock, suspicion, and fear.
The scene just now had exceeded their understanding!
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a wandering Magician." The person who had committed fraud and vandalism was Klein.
He glanced at the four Beyonders and smiled.
"The magic I'm best at is fulfilling the wishes of others. Do you have any wishes that you wish to be fulfilled? "
Upon hearing this question, Roy perked up and asked with high hopes, "What's the matter?
He asked with high hopes, "Can you let us leave Belltaine?"
"Of course, I'll do my best to do it, but not now," Klein promised.
Then, he looked at Phil, who had lost his hand.
"His wish is over. What's yours?"
"… Let my hand recover," Phil said tentatively.
"Alright." Klein cast his gaze at Biles. "Take out his hand."
Biles hesitated for a moment, but he still followed the mysterious man's instructions. He took out the wooden box and returned the palm to Phil.
"Come here," Klein said to Phil with a smile.
Phil mustered his courage and walked over with the severed hand in hand.
"Remove the bandage." Klein continued instructing, "Place the severed hand in its original spot. Let me remind you, don't reverse it. Otherwise, you'll have to chop it off and start over again."
Seeing how confident the other party was, Phil felt a little more confident. He hurriedly pulled off the bandage that was stuck to the wound with an extremely warped expression as he constantly hissed.
After he put down the severed hand, Klein took out a piece of white paper and moved closer.
Then, he reached out and wiped the stump.
Without a sound, the piece of white paper split into two, and Phil felt the pain disappear.
He hurriedly looked down and saw that the stump on his left wrist was as good as new. It was impossible to tell that he had been injured.
Phil subconsciously moved his fingers and realized that his agility hadn't decreased at all.
"Your wish has been fulfilled," Klein said with a smile as he took two steps back.
"Thank you …" Phil replied in a daze.
Klein looked at the other two Beyonders.
"What's your wish?"
Seeing that Phil's wish had been fulfilled, Biles immediately went forward.
"I want to know where my family is now."
Klein flicked his left arm and took out a silver mirror with ancient patterns. He lowered his head and smiled.
"What's the answer to that question?"
On the surface of the mirror, aqueous light floated as silver words appeared one after another:
"Belltaine Grove Cemetery …"
When Biles, who was craning his neck, saw this, his heart sank. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of sorrow and disappointment.
In the next second, new silver words appeared from the aqueous light:
"… Cemetery Guard Hut."
… This means … Biles turned his sorrow into joy as he sincerely said, "Thank you."
Just as he said that, he suddenly thought of two questions.
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of two questions.
How many people could the cemetery guard hut hold? How many cemetery guards could there be?
There were definitely more than two or three family members!
Biles's expression flickered before he fell silent again.
This made him fail to see the problem on the silver mirror.
"Great Master, was my answer kind enough?"
"Yes." Klein nodded indiscernibly and cast his gaze at the remaining lady.
Pasha considered for two seconds.
"My wish is for you to protect us until we leave Belltaine alive."
She realized that Roy's wish was very problematic, because those who left Belltaine weren't necessarily alive.
"Smart," Klein praised with a smile. "Your wish will be fulfilled."
"Then what kind of price do we have to pay? I'm referring to the payment for watching the magic, "Pasha hurriedly asked.
"Your wish itself is the price," Klein replied briefly before asking thoughtfully. Then, he asked thoughtfully, "If you clearly know that certain things are fake, but are willing to use them subjectively, then it shouldn't be considered fraud, right?"
Roy and the others were puzzled. They thought about it seriously and shook their heads one after another.
"Definitely not."
"This is actually a game between the two sides."
"A voluntary act with a clear understanding is definitely not a fraud."
"Undoubtedly not."
After listening to their answers, Klein smiled.
"Very good, this is the perception of ordinary people."
As he spoke, his right hand grabbed forward a few times and dragged out a woman wearing a simple robe with long black hair.
It was the Historical Void image of the Evernight cloister's Arianna.
Klein looked around, and seeing that nothing abnormal had happened, he smiled and said to the projection, "That's right.
"Madam, what happened?"
Arianna's eyes turned slightly and suddenly became deep, making people feel a sense of tranquility from the bottom of their hearts.
"He" said in a flat tone,
"The Grand Patriarch of the Church of the God of War, Larrion, has escaped. I'm tracking him."
Arianna paused for a moment before continuing.
"After I arrived at Belltaine, I received a new report.
"According to the intelligence, Larrion took a Sealed Artifact with him when he fled.
"0-02."
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