Chapter 15 Sacrifices

Two filthy lizardmen carried a few usable crates out of the building, cursing as they worked: "Look at those kind-looking elves! They make us do all the dirty and tiring work, and they take all the credit!"

A half-reincarnated being who looked like a foreman urged them on: "Well, that's what happens when elves are on the druids' side. Just do your job properly and mind your own business."

Golden rescue griffins soon arrived in Turf County, and more and more people from out of town came to see what was going on, crowding the already small streets.

Some say Druid Bourne must have offended someone, others say it was someone within the company who did it, and still others blame the unrelated Valdan region, claiming that Bourne was driven out of the forest by the Valdans.

The media reporters arrived late, and everyone was eager to get their hands on this important news. The filming scene was quite chaotic, and the cameraman had to carry the camera through the tunnels dug by the burrowing rats.

The agents entered the burned courtyard ahead of the reporters.

The courtyard walls either collapsed or burned to a grayish-black color, while the diamond-shaped stone gate was as red as if blood was gushing from its veins, and it became even redder after being burned.

The small house with only three steps is gone; the druid is probably in grave danger.

"Can you smell something burning?" Billis asked.

Richie said, "Don't ask me, my nose has melted. Besides, isn't it normal to smell burnt?"

"I'm referring to the burnt smell of another type of wood, like oak."

"Ah, I forgot that the druid is an old oak spirit. Wood is most afraid of fire. If you ask me, we might as well not look for him. He's definitely doomed."

"But we're already here, so it won't make much difference if we look through the clues."

"you're right!"

Lisa used a simple teleportation spell to move several black wooden stakes that were still glowing with embers. Half of the sizzling ground cracked open, revealing a large chunk of charred wood on the other half.

The piece of charcoal was pressed down by the black wooden stake, so it was impossible to see what it was. After it was moved, it became very clear.

Druid Burn's body shrunk to half its original size, his hands and legs were all crushed, and his bluish-black carbonized head was bald, making it impossible to tell whether it was the front or the back.

"What a pitiful philanthropist, but we still don't know the killer's real purpose. Stealing the recording pen was probably for blackmail, but what was the purpose of burning down the real estate company?"

While Richie was thinking, Lisa went around to the back of the charcoal tree.

“Come and take a look at this.”

Lisa beckoned everyone over, and there they saw that a large patch of Druid Burn's back was missing, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, making the color particularly noticeable.

A line of text was written on it with a magical spell: Your great Demon King is about to descend. To fight for the restoration of order in the world of Fa'an, you must offer precious sacrifices.

“Oh no! Can we find a way to erase this line?” Richie suddenly became very agitated. “We can’t let the news reporters capture this. I think the killer’s purpose might be to let the whole world know that the Demon King has descended.”

Lisa said, "It's too late. The other party used a magic spell related to the explosion. Even if the body is removed, the spell will remain in the air."

Billis asked, "Who is the Demon King?"

Richie knew nothing about this and said that Earthlings had only known about the Fa'an culture for eight years, and that the Demon King was likely a monster that had been sealed or destroyed eight years ago.

As the literal meaning suggests, they offered the powerful druid as a sacrifice to the demon king so that he could be resurrected quickly, and then spread the news.

Richie waved his hand and said, "Let's go. We've let our opponents succeed again. There's no point in staying. The alliance still has a lot of work to do. Oh, by the way, Mr. and Mrs. Billis, I really hope you can join us. I'll leave the follow-up work to Mia. I need to, uh, get a good night's sleep."

Richie left just like that, without stopping the photographers who were barging in, as if he had never been there.

"Does he mean that the other side succeeded again? Could it be that he didn't succeed even once?" Billis asked Mia.

Mia nodded at first, then shook her head: "I should go now. You know where to find me. I look forward to working with you."

After Mia left, the photographers and reporters rushed in and took up the best shooting positions.

“Honey, let’s go. I don’t want to end up like the Druid, with my whole life on the news.”

Lisa carefully grabbed some soil and some powder, put them into a small wooden box she had found, and prepared to take it home to study.

By this time, the photographer had already finished recording the news program.

Some people boldly speculated that similar incidents would happen again in the future, some were certain that it was done by a gang, and others falsely claimed that the druid owed a lot of money.

In short, everyone was watching the whole thing with a "let's see what happens" attitude.

When the mayor mentioned in an interview that the druids had clashed with the undead, the listeners immediately turned their attention to the undead.

An eight-wheeled carriage pulling two carriages entered the Grassland County. In the first carriage, someone was playing a complex rhapsody on an instrument. Although he played it very well, the locals were already tired of hearing it.

An elderly man with light blond hair got out of the car. Billy had seen him online; he was also a philanthropist.

Behind the philanthropist followed several short country gentry, all holding short silver canes.

As soon as the old man got out of the car, he ran into the courtyard and burst into tears. Only then did everyone realize that Druidburn had a brother.

While the reporters were interviewing Bourne's brother, the Billies left through the back door.

The chocobo remained where they were, but the Billies decided to release it, intending to walk home hand in hand.

They decided to head south along the mountains, crossed a makeshift bridge spanning two hills, then waded through shallow waters, and after crossing the river, they began to head east. As the sun was setting, they found an inn in a wide, horseshoe-shaped valley.

A few minutes later, the sun had completely set, and the shallows in the distance shimmered like a galaxy. The clear river water split into many tributaries, one of which ran through the valley where they were located. Further north, another lake could be seen that intersected with this tributary, its shape resembling a flying eagle.

Some say Eagle Lake has existed for centuries, remaining quiet and enchanting, and never drying up even without the influx of tributaries.

Some say it's because a water beast lives at the bottom of the lake that keeps spewing water, and as long as the water beast is there, the lake will always exist.

Billy put his arm around Lisa's waist from behind and leaned against the clean balcony railing.

The streets in the distance looked empty, with no shops open for business, only a few small bars. Perhaps it was because it was going to rain, and everyone was staying at home and didn't want to go out.

Billy gazed at his wife for a moment, then asked, "My dear, are you homesick?"

"Which home?"

"Earth's, Fa'an's, anywhere is fine."

What's wrong with you today?

“I was just thinking that there are still many homeless people in the world, and the Great Reboot has separated them from their families. How unfortunate that is.”

"You seem to feel emotional every time you go to a new place."

Don't you like the way I express my feelings?

Suddenly, Lisa reached behind her and hugged her husband's neck from the front, wrapped her tail around his legs, and kissed him deeply.

At that moment, Billis felt like the happiest person in the world.

Just then, a dazzling holy light rose from the direction of the setting sun, shooting straight into the sky.

Because it was night, the light was especially bright, and from a distance it seemed to cover half the town, making it impossible to tell whether it was sunlight or holy light.

But what puzzled Billy was something else entirely: whenever he and his wife were about to engage in a passionate physical encounter, all sorts of strange people and events would occur.

The holy light looked exactly like it was coming from the town where they lived.

"Honey, did we forget to turn off the lights before we left?"

"I thought you had turned it off."

The portion of the holy light that reached the heavens was fading, while the portion remaining on the ground was like a holographic dancer, circling several times before disappearing.

A crack appeared in the clouds illuminated by holy light, like a god slowly opening his eyes as he awakens.

Even after the illusion of sight disappears, something bright remains in the darkness, lingering there.

The Billies were certain once again that the place illuminated by the holy light was their home in Queensshire.

It would take at least a hundred miles to walk back from this post station.

"Honey, is your portal still not working?"

"I need to absorb more magic."

"Then we'll just have to wait until tomorrow. There will be a train to Queensshire in the morning."

Lisa flapped her wings and said, "No need, let's go now, hold on tight to me."