Chapter 16 Our Child is Missing! tushumi.cc

When Billy got home, he found footprints in the hallway that extended to the floor in front of the window and then disappeared.

He followed the footprints into the alchemy chamber and found that the cocoon was empty and the contents were gone.

"Honey! Come quick! Our child is missing!"

"Idiot! Your voice will be heard by the whole town!"

"Was a burglar broken into the house?"

Lisa silenced Billy, for she had made a new discovery within the broken cocoon: a layer of wavy ice, delicate, gentle, imbued with the tranquility of the night, and utterly magical.

Lisa felt instantly uncomfortable, her head spinning. This cold substance felt like a hacksaw cutting into her, like a poisonous stinger.

Biris also touched the thing, but had no adverse reaction, which meant that the thing was only effective against demons.

The couple checked all the doors and windows again. The first-floor door was locked, and the second-floor window was open from the inside out. There were no signs of forced entry. The walls of the living room also had that holy, icy substance. Several ornaments against the wall had fallen onto the carpet, but the valuables were intact.

After confirming several times, it was certain that there was no thief.

In other words, the creature that emerges from the cocoon has hands and feet and will choose to leave through the window on its own.

Billy asked his wife, "Could that thing be related to the holy light we saw in the valley?"

“I don’t think it’s important whether there’s any connection or not. What’s important is its identity, where it went, and whether it will cause trouble for Queen’s County. If it does cause trouble, we will have to take responsibility for it because you brought it back.”

"Ah, what you said is absolutely right, but it's really too difficult to find something whose appearance you don't know."

Lisa was exhausted from carrying Billies for so long; she didn't even take off her shoes and clothes, and fell asleep while talking.

Billis kissed Lady Beaufort's forehead, went alone to the alchemy room, tied up the useless cocoons with a rope, dragged them downstairs, and threw them into the trash can.

To be honest, he really cares about this thing, and he's been happy to have a new member in the family ever since he brought it home.

Moreover, he seemed to have a vague impression of the creature inside the cocoon that day.

It was a girl who was hugging her legs tightly and sleeping soundly in her cocoon.

The weather was hot and humid, and silent thunder lingered in the clouds for a long time, fierce but showing no sign of rain.

Billy stretched and went back to his room to sleep.

Early the next morning, before his wife woke up, Billy got dressed, took his cane and pistol with him as usual, and went out to look for the lost items.

On the street, I ran into several old acquaintances who all said that the holy light last night came from the house of the Billies, but they hadn't seen anything strange.

While inquiring about the situation, Billis unknowingly arrived at the "Scattered" general store, where the goblin owner, who could play the piano, happened to be watching the news.

The broadcast was about an accident involving the Druid Real Estate Company.

Upon seeing Billis, the goblin boss greeted him loudly, "Old buddy! Haven't seen you in a while, and you're on TV now?"

Billis then realized that he and his wife were indeed on the television; the photographers had somehow managed to capture them in the shot.

The goblin boss said enthusiastically, "Wow, you're always there when something big happens. Hehe, tell me, what's the story behind the Demon King's resurrection?"

Billis saw a caption at the bottom of the news article that specifically added a subtitle for the words "Demon King".

"To be honest, I happened to be passing by the real estate building that day. I don't know which double-dealer set the fire and burned down the druid and the company."

"Hey, the news says it's to prepare for the resurrection of the Demon King, and to use the Druids as sacrifices."

"Don't listen to anyone, especially the news."

But facts are facts, aren't they?

"The murderer must be trying to frame the demon king for the accident. But how could there be a demon king in this world?"

"What if it really does exist?"

The goblin boss's already large nose twitched, taking up half of his face, making his other features appear small and narrow.

Their faces can usually only show three expressions: happiness, anger, and fear.

At this moment, the goblin boss's face displayed a fourth expression: sorrow.

He wasn't saddened by the matter itself, but rather worried. His worry stemmed from the news: the phrase "the Demon King's resurrection" was destined to become an essential topic of conversation for Fa'an people.

Billis used his cane to hook the puppet on the stall over. The puppet was quite cute and had a doll-like feel to it.

“Even if there really is a Demon King, he would definitely not be a match for us Earthlings, don’t you think?” Billis asked.

The goblin boss, however, found it hard to shake off the news program. He said, "Mr. Agent, in Fa'an, we only have eight years of experience living there. Who can guarantee that the Demon King and the gods didn't exist eight years ago?"

“What you said makes a lot of sense, but it seems like nothing special has happened in these eight years.”

"Yes! Last night, a beam of holy light flew out of your house. Guess what I saw in that holy light?"

Billis's mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning. Then he hugged the goblin with unusual enthusiasm and asked him, "Tell me, what did you see?"

"A dove of peace!"

"Oh! Are you a little nearsighted?"

“Mr. Billys, frank goblins never lie. Those were indeed a pair of pure white wings, spread very wide, even sharper than your wife’s.”

"Where did it fly off to?"

"It seems to have flown to the earl's fiefdom in the east."

Billis thanked the goblin and then went to the count's fiefdom.

The so-called count's fiefdom is an old castle located in an open valley. It is said that this place was once the territory of a vampire count, and now it is almost the territory of a biker gang.

The small hill on the left is covered with trees. It is an ancient forest belonging to the hereditary fiefdom, where many precious trees are preserved, and migratory birds that are extremely rare in this area can even be found.

These birds rarely dare to fly into densely populated towns, often perching in tall oak trees, having long regarded this small forest as their sanctuary.

Hunters occasionally come to hunt here. They say that this used to be the best hunting ground in the central region of Faan, so non-reincarnated people often come here. Later, it was protected as a no-hunting zone by the provisional government.

However, some biker gangs who did not hunt for profit discovered and took over this treasure trove.

They enjoy riding fierce terrestrial birds called carnivores through the undulating reeds, often disturbing agile fish and scaring away falcons perched on branches.

This carnivorous bird has a thick, dinosaur-like tail and exceptionally sharp teeth. It likes to chase light, especially at night. If you hang a lamp under its neck, it will keep chasing the light.

Because carnivorous birds are inherently ferocious and difficult to tame, and are prone to accidents, they are prohibited from being taken to the streets. However, it is precisely because of their ferocity that they have become the first choice for biker gangs.

When Billis arrived at the Earl's fiefdom, a group of bikers were clearing the track, planning a crazy race.

Ten identical contestants rode different colored carnivorous birds, lined up in a single file.

All ten were semi-reincarnated beings who did not use substitutes. The leader had a pure white feather stuck in his head, which looked like it had just been plucked. It emitted a six-colored halo and was quite beautiful.

The owner of the feathers must be a large species; the pure white color drew Billy's nose and brought him to the biker.

“Hey, the feathers on your head are so beautiful, where did they come from?” Billis asked.

The man couldn't help but laugh out loud, then pointed to the sky and said, "If I told you that it was a gift from heaven, would you believe me?"

"Tell me where it came from first, and I'll believe you."

"Listen up, I think you should stay away from me now. Look at this little bastard's tail, swishing back and forth. If it hits you, thud, just like being kicked by a horse's hoof, your head will be separated from your body."

"Can you believe I could tame this thing when I was eight years old and make it kneel down before me like a dog?"

Now, it wasn't just one person mocking Billis anymore, but ten!

Another guy with a rather thin shoulder blade nudged the man in front of him and said, "Just tell him you pulled it from a big peace dove last night, isn't that enough?"

"A giant peace dove? How did you come up with that idea? I'm going to have some fun with that guy!"

The biker gang laughed and joked, their laughter growing louder and louder as if they were drunk.

Suddenly, Billy grabbed the biker he disliked the most, stuck his finger into the man's nostril, and dragged him off the bird's back to the ground.

A guy smoking a cigar on the left immediately grabbed Billy's head, but he couldn't hold on for more than two seconds before being shoved onto the bird's tail. He was then flung more than ten meters away by the tail, lay on the ground, twitched once, and then stopped moving.

Everyone sensed something was wrong, so they all got off the bird's back and surrounded Billy.

In the end, the referee who was raising the flag defused the crisis by asking Billy, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I just wanted to ask, where did the large peace dove from last night go?"

"Why should I tell you if you're ruining our game?"

"So you knew?"

Billis was aggressive, as if he could take on eight people by himself.

The referee was not someone to be trifled with, but he dared not make a move, so he came up with a solution.

"I know where it went, but there's a condition: if you can get on the track and beat the other eight drivers, I'll tell you!"

It's a deal.

The referee gave the eight biker gang members a look, and they all understood what he meant.

Billy chose the fiercest red carnivorous bird from two that had been eliminated before even competing.