Chapter 227

After knocking off the dust and walking through the corpses, Loren kicked open the gate of the crutch Gang's base camp. The already shaky wooden door couldn't stand this, "boom" fell to the ground and turned into two pieces of rotten wood.

The house was also silent.

The gang thugs and minions who were killed fell to the ground in various shapes, but they were basically wiped on their necks. The messy corpses filled almost all the places where they could stay. It didn't look like it was possible for any living mouth to fall.

Quiet like a grave.

But this does not mean that no clues will be left. Loren frowned and searched carefully on the blood stained floor, trying not to miss any abnormalities. The dark pupils kept focusing and zooming, trying to find something "different" from those blood stains.

The note written to Alto Bellini was intentional, but he did not expect that it would cause such a fierce reaction from the talented alchemist, which was greatly beyond his expectation.

Now that the other party has done this step, it will certainly spare no effort to destroy itself, because Loren himself will do the same. If a potential enemy with strong hostility and threat cannot cooperate temporarily, it must be eliminated, otherwise it will leave serious disasters.

After all, no one wants to have an all-weather plan to kill your enemy, don't they?

So we must not leave any flaws and opportunities for the enemy, especially... Huh? Picking his eyebrows, Lauren squatted down and looked a little dignified.

Though as like as two peas on the floor, it does not mean that each one is the same. The time of condensation will change the color of blood, while the fresh blood covered with the original blood will be blurred, but still leave traces.

At the foot, it is very obvious that it extends forward from the gate, blocked by several bodies in the front and back, and then to the stairs. The amount of bleeding is very huge - so the conclusion is that a gangster did not die directly after serious injury, but struggled for a long time, and climbed all the way to the second floor after the mercenaries left.

For a dying man, it takes an extremely strong will to do this. He must know that after climbing such a long distance, he has absolutely no way to live, but he still has to finish it.

So... Whatever he wants to do, this person is a potential threat to himself, a time bomb. Frowning, Loren looked at the dead people in the house behind him, walked up the stairs expressionless, and came to the door of a house along the blood.

Loren had guessed who was in the room.

When the door was opened, the dark red blood extended to the deepest part of the house. The scarred man named Luca, who had the same name as an elf war dancer, was sitting on the chair originally belonging to fansteno, panting with a bloodless face, holding a top-grade Heather pipe in his mouth, and hanging a smile of contentment.

"You're here at last, master Ayn Rand." scarred face was as angry as a man, and his hoarse voice was a little proud: "I've been waiting for you until now."

"There are some things I must tell you before I die!"

In the dilapidated wooden house, verlo Bellini, who was tied to a chair, hung his head on his chest, and his wounded limbs were still twitching slightly.

Edward, the night watchman standing in front of him, hugged his shoulders and looked at the extremely precious prisoner with a complex expression. His mood was even worse than he expected.

"What's the situation? How much does he know?"

Peter FASA, who should have been "hanged", stood there as if nothing had happened. He looked at weierluo, who had passed out. He was more or less worried: "are you sure he won't wake up suddenly?"

"You can rest assured that he is no different from the dead in two quarters of an hour, except for his heartbeat and pulse," Edward replied casually, his eyes still fixed on alto's mentor.

Peter nodded. Edward, who was born in the gutter lane, was the most proficient in interrogation among the remaining people. Since he promised, there would be no problem: "your expression looks strange."

"I'm not just a little strange. Things are much more serious than you think, or even any of us!" the indifferent Edward frowned and sighed helplessly:

"There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one are you going to listen to first?"

"Really?"

"No, false. We have only one bad news and one worse news, and you won't want to hear any of them."

Edward's tone was very depressed: "first of all, our first task, which can be regarded as having failed now - for the ISAAC Grantham, or any information about the Holy Blood potion, the Lord of weierluo really knows nothing, even the least!

I wanted to get some equipment used by Alto, books used for reference, materials needed for the formula... But he didn't know anything at all. All these things were handled by Alto himself. Verro didn't even have the right to ask!

Of course, it's also possible that he doesn't intend to intervene at all. But I doubt that the whole Bellini family basically knows nothing about the Holy Blood potion. Their understanding may not be as good as that of the Wizards of the nine pointed star wizard tower. They just know that this thing is of great use value. After all, the Bellini family has never been a family famous for wizards! "

"In other words, if you want to get the medicine, you can only catch Alto Bellini himself?" Peter FASA's expression was very ugly: "it's a dead cycle!"

Edward nodded approvingly - if you want to get the formula of Holy Blood potion, you must catch Alto himself alive; But if they can really do this, why should they bother until now?

Just to catch weierluo, they have done their best. Even Peter FASA himself has to be "killed" and can no longer appear in the nine pointed star wizard tower, which is tantamount to cutting off a source of intelligence!

In contrast, alto's defense must be tighter than weierluo, and he must be much more cautious than his mentor. It is impossible to deceive him to leave eboden and the guards around him with one or two lies.

"The mission has failed, let Vera and them get ready to evacuate from here." Peter is even more depressed than Edward and waved weakly: "the Bellini family must have received the news. Someone will come to save verlo in a while. We must leave as soon as possible and then assist Lord Loren Turin!"

"Before that, there is the second worse news." Edward's expression was more dignified than before: "it's about the deal between the Holy Cross and the Bellini family."

Peter became nervous at once.

"It seems that the Bellini family has realized how unpopular they are in the nine pointed star wizard tower - the reason why wizards can tolerate them is because of the wealth of the Bellini family and its influence on the mercenary Corps in the city. As long as the Bellini family is still there, eboden can maintain prosperity and stability.

But the Bellini family pursues more than that, so they do intend to form an alliance with the Holy Cross. When the new bishop arrives in eboden, the Bellini family will donate the formula of Holy Blood potion to the church, and they seem to be ready to use it on a large scale in eboden.

This is a win-win situation for both of them; the Bellini family will win a great reputation, and the church will establish authority in the hearts of the people at the bottom - in eboden, the headquarters of the wizard world, to re-establish a positive image of the church. "

"This, this... What are they going to do?!" Peter was shocked and speechless: "this is eboden! Besides, even if they do, this is a brand-new medicine. Who knows its effect without testing?!"

"So they started long ago."

Edward's expression was not much better than Peter's: "as early as a few months ago, that is, after Ruth infinite led us to compete for the Holy Blood potion, the Bellini family had begun to experiment on living people on a large scale."

"Then why didn't anyone find out... Wait! Could it be difficult for them..." Peter suddenly guessed a terrible fact.

"That's right." Edward nodded:

"It's in the sewer."