Chapter 26: No more hesitation, must strike hard
Outside the crooked hut, a young man was holding a big bump on the back of his head, looking extremely terrified.

Beside him, three or five people were holding knives and other tools, untying two villagers whose bones and tendons were broken and who were covered by the silver-white net.

Stepping on a half-broken bench with jagged wood spikes exposed, Horn slowly walked into the small hut that once held prisoners.

On the dirty ground, half an iron tooth and several broken hemp ropes were hanging quietly.

"Haze." Horn's voice was calm, but Haze couldn't help shaking all over.

"One of the three guards was killed. Do you have anything else to say?"

Haze fell to his knees with a thud. "Master, Master Sheng's grandson, it's really the people below who are disobedient. It has nothing to do with me. Just wait, I will take people to catch him and I promise to bring him back for you."

"Catch him back?" Horn sneered and gestured to Busak.

Busak stepped forward and whispered, "The raft on the river bank has been rowed away by the monk. The big boat is probably difficult to operate, so he is useless."

Ignoring the distraught Haze, Horn stepped over a pool of slime on the ground and walked up to the stern witcher.

Bending down, he locked eyes with the witcher, while Gilo just as calmly met his gaze, waiting for Horn's questions.

"Hard? Cut one of his fingers."

"As ordered."

"Hey hey hey." Jilo's originally cold face collapsed, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together, turning into surprise and flattery.

"Master of the secret party, you should ask first. If you don't ask, how do you know if I am willing to cooperate? It's against the rules to cut my fingers right away."

Horn was a little surprised. He thought that this tough-looking witcher would be a tough guy.

The situation was urgent, and Horn had no time to investigate further. He said directly: "If you dare to tell a lie, the first one will have your fingers cut off, the second one will have your hands chopped off, the third one will have your penis chopped off, and the fourth one will have your head cut off."

"Oh, how dare I?"

"How did the monk break the hemp rope?"

"He had steel teeth in his mouth, and he used them to bite through the hemp rope, and even broke half of it."

"How did he escape from the guards?"

"After he bit the ropes, he picked up a bench and knocked one guard unconscious. The other two guards tried to scream, but he caught them with the sacred tennis ball."

"Wait, you were searched when you were arrested, where did the sacred tennis ball come from?"

"You don't know this. That monk, like Durdafo, was a choirboy. His shit hole is bigger than a human head. It's big enough to fit ten holy tennis balls, not to mention one."

As Jilo spoke, the hellish scene seemed to appear before his eyes.

The cold hut, the squatting monk, the soft "pop" sound, and the shock of him reaching out from behind and pulling out the sticky ball with some reddish-brown marks.

Items like holy water grenades and holy tennis balls are props used by monks for self-defense for the priests and themselves.

Its power is the same as other blessings and gadgets of the church. It is effective against monsters and is almost useless against humans.

"He escaped. Where could he have gone?"

“He could only go to the Gulag, which is where we came from.”

"What are you doing here?"

"We salvaged a floating corpse from the river. After multiple verifications, it was Barnett..."

"damn it!"

Horn never expected that it was Barnett's body that was found. He thought the church had some kind of great prophecy.

Ever since coming to this world, Horn has felt that he is unlucky.

However, there is a key link, that is, Father Durdafer, the priest of Hedge Village, does not know what he looks like, does not know that he killed Barnett, and does not know the existence of the witch.

As long as he could wipe out this exploration team, the clues would be broken. By the time the priest wanted to investigate again, Horn would have gone to Norn to breathe the free air.

If I had known earlier, I should have acted decisively and killed them all.

If the monk really met Durdafo, it would be a big trouble - he had seen his face!
Thinking of this, Horn cast a dangerous look at Jilo, which made Jilo shudder. He now knew that the monk had pointed at the highest level of these secret parties with just a casual finger, and it was almost a casual thing for him to want to kill him.

"Why didn't he take you with him when he escaped? You are a demon hunter, so you must be stronger than him."

"I don't have any force. I'm not a demon hunter."

"Oh? Bring me the scissors!"

"I'm telling the truth. It's the truth. I'm really not a demon hunter. I'm also a member of the secret party. We are one family. I have proof in my pocket. Just put it on the fire and you'll know."

Throwing the scissors aside, Horn asked people to clean up and allocate manpower, then picked up the axe and gestured between Gillot's legs: "If you don't find it, these are two lies."

He took out a few sheets of white paper from his waist bag, put them on the fire, and brown-red words slowly emerged on the paper.

It includes not only the time of joining the club, the level within the club, who the master is, the name code, but also a small portrait.

Pulling out one of the pictures, Horn compared Gilo with the person in the portrait with some surprise.

"Is this you?"

Jiluo stretched his head to look at the portrait: "It's me. At that time, I was still very fat."

"The Rose Society, the Joan Party, the Green Brotherhood..." Horn unfolded the six certificates in his hand and glanced at Gillot, "You have quite a wide circle of friends."

"I am an undercover agent sent by the secret party into the witcher group. In order to prevent myself from being killed by our own people by mistake, I had to resort to this desperate measure." Jilo smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, I see. So you are a fake demon hunter. No wonder."

Horn immediately understood Jilo's background and looked up and down at this 35- or 36-year-old liar: "He looks good. Have you ever been caught?"

Gilo felt nervous and quickly redirected Horn's conversation.

"Of course I have been discovered, sir. Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. I was discovered and fled to Norn. There are many ways. I am very familiar with the snakeheads and smugglers in this area."

"Oh?"

Horn's eyes suddenly brightened, and there was even a faint blush on his face.

Even though he felt a little dizzy, Horn still perked up, because his plan required such professional talents.

He needs a local accomplice like Jilo, oh no, a companion, to help him complete his plan of escaping from the Thousand River Valley.

Seeing Horn's face flushed and his eyes shining, Gilo squeezed his buttocks tightly and even prayed silently in his heart.

Fortunately, Horn did not bother with him any further, but turned and walked out of the hut.

He now has something more important to do.

The slanting raindrops fell on Horn's forehead. In the cold rain, his eyes gradually became gloomy.

"Are you all ready?"

Jeshka bowed his head and said, "Everything is ready. Two child soldiers, four strong men, plus me, Haze and the Saint, we are waiting for you."

The rain was getting heavier, but Horn's brain seemed to be burning.

Killing people at their doorsteps was not in line with Horn's principle of being low-key and cautious; it was too risky and ostentatious.

But sometimes, the development of everything has to take into account the course of fate, which does not allow people to do what they want.

Before his eyes, he seemed to have seen himself being chopped off his head by the knights and mercenaries who came to suppress him, and the head being sent all over the Thousand River Valley.

If he didn't, this would be his fate.

There is no time to hesitate, we must strike hard.

Shaking his head to recover from his blurred vision, Horn said through gritted teeth: "Chase him and kill the monk. Don't let him see Father Durdafo of Hedge Village."

He bent down, picked up the witcher's steel sword from the ground, and put it on his back: "It's just a Gulag Monastery, if he can go, I can go too!"

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