"I don't understand what you're talking about." Gunther took a step back gently. The expression on his face was not like pretending, but Ulier knew he didn't tell the truth.

The sheriff is not too stupid. "The Unknown". Before he finished speaking, Gunther disappeared from their eyes. The patrolman's instinct made him mobilize his magic. Sure enough, the next second later, the stone brick wall behind him exploded with debris. The whimpering wind sounded in the crack. The other party's decisive move was beyond his expectations. "We are not."

"He believes that you have a ghost. Mr. Patrolman, I suggest you take off your sign and put on a hat." Ulier pointed out without hesitation, "If you don't mention the church, your colleagues are the ones who catch the most names in Bloomnot. Don't deny that they have caught more fish than you have seen. Now we have confirmed his identity and seen his face." In this case, it is obvious that silence is more initiative than running away.

"That's right." Gunther's voice came from behind Uriel, full of madness of trapped beasts. "How did you find me? Hobson?" He hesitated that a name was familiar to all three, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified for a moment. "For Gaia's sake," the warrior said to the apprentice, "Sir, I will save your life before I get the answer."

The mystery slid secretly in the air.

"The goddess does not testify to the murderer." Uriel did not hide, and the sheriff could not see Gunther and his magic at all.

The sharp dagger approached very quickly. He reached out and pulled it, and a golden chain of divine words penetrated through the air. A tied arm was hanging behind him, and wonderful ripples rippled on the surface of the trapped person's body. The apprentice used force again to pull Gunther out of the magic. The battle ended before the start. He snatched the other hand in the air and accurately grabbed the handle of the dagger. The golden gem on it swayed his eyes. "You have also visited the treasure house of a certain noble." Uriel found that even the handle was ivory.

"That's Sir Hardy's collection." Shazzo recognized it.

What a big fish, but we are not bait for the Public Security Bureau. "We won't hurt you." Ulier told the desperate warrior Gunther, "This police officer is a companion of your ethnic group who has entered the Department of Affairs. Maybe you should call him a warrior. He came to you to protect your safety. Of course, we were the ones who were originally going to go out to find the murderer of Father Fielding's murder."

He paid close attention to Gunther's reaction, and saw the other party's face turn from pale to blood, and knew that the Mr. Warrior had not believed them yet and was secretly breaking free from the shackles.

This is correct. If Ulier is caught, he would not choose to accept his fate. But now Gunther's resistance has caused him trouble. "You recognize Hobson, and Wittke," he simply asked directly.

"I said you will let me go"

"As long as the priest was not killed by you."

"Of course not the patrolman didn't tell you?"

Uriel turned his head and glanced at the sheriff who was slapped his clothes. His face seemed to be even more out of the matter than an apprentice. "I haven't seen you before," he promised.

"Because I didn't show up before you at that time," Gunther admitted, "but I was there, watching Hobson kill you." His vigilance came from fear. It was not a fear of the patrolman or the demon hunter, but for deeper reasons. "I remember it very clearly." The sound of chain-hitting sounds sounded even louder. "You should have been stabbed by Hobson and fell to the ground. But you got up and ran away as if you were not injured."

Uriel shrugged, "I guess your accomplice is not very accurate."

"The fire will be extinguished before a person dies." Gunther retorted, "I saw his fire disappear."

"In fact, that's just a trick," Wittke explained. "I have to do this to ensure that the demon hunter won't find my trace. The priest died in the manor and the church will search the whole thing. This is why I don't go back to the police station. If I don't take the real murderer back, I won't have the chance to avoid a tighter inspection. Ulier, you'll see me on the Tinder Trial."

"Don't call my name." The apprentice sighed. "It's no point to cover up your identity. We need your help, Mr. Gunther. Now you finally believe that we are here with kindness."

The Warrior stopped struggling. He stared at the goddess's words on the chains and nodded silently. "I have something to deal with with Hobson, too." He motioned them to follow.

Uriel let go of his magical skills and walked out of the dead corner of the city with the sheriff. It was really comfortable. They kept climbing up until they reached the edge of the city. Birds were singing from the deep purple waves, and the temperature of the air gradually increased. The outer ring was the poorest urban area where civilians lived, and here he heard a more bizarre story.

"We do plan to murder Dunbar Fielding, Hobson told me that he was to prevent you from catching his little mistakes." Gunther said. His home made the apprentice feel familiar. There was no tea here because everyone came uninvited guests. The host brought two chairs, but Uriel would rather sit on the ground.

Wittke snorted, "I'm just performing my duties."

"At least on the surface." Gunther shot back.

"Sorry, sir, your accomplices want to take human life for a little thing." Uriel frowned.

"We are demons, and being targeted by the sheriff is like being placed behind the neck by the hunter's axe. You look like you have no idea about self-protection." Gunther replied, "I'm not a sir, just call me buttons."

"This is some kind of nickname"

"it's my Life."

"I mean, is it a normal name, or, uh, among the nameless"

Gunther denied it. "Don't think of us so complicatedly. The nameless person is an independent individual. Even if he can sense each other through special fire, there are not many people in normal life. You also know that this is a very vague sense, which can only confirm the existence of each other. Once you meet, the risk will double."

"Yes, there are always people being caught." Wittke sighed.

Being caught, Uriel understands what he means. The person who is caught can still sense a strange fire and remember the same kind he has met. The demon hunter undoubtedly knows this. "Someone doesn't think so." He looked at the patrolman. "You said it's your responsibility to find them, and I will not forget this sentence."

"This is also one of the reasons why you helped me." Wittke successfully turned his head with one sentence. "Indeed, demons rarely gather, which can ensure safety to the greatest extent, but it is not exactly the case. As long as you can manage the information in your mind, mutual assistance will no longer be in danger."

A lock, Uriel thought, not only covered up the abnormality of the fire, but did not betray the brothers after being exposed. For the kind of person who trusted him, this title was just right. There was no flaw on Gunther's face, but the tiny movements on his fingers made the disguise useless. He was moved. "Hobson knew my race. He always knew that my power was born with it. Until that night, he told me that he was also favored by the demons. This made him feel confident."

Or conceit. Power gives people an illusory confidence, which makes people feel that they are omnipotent. Uriel is glad that when he ignited the fire, the heavy price and the enemies he faced made him realize that his power is actually insignificant.

Mr. Button poured himself a glass of water. "Whether you believe it or not," he turned around. "I didn't kill anyone that night. At most I added a little sedation to the cups of the emotional guests and pretended that the bride's lover came to see her for the last glance. Father Fielding's death stunned us, I forgot to show my body, and Hobson immediately shifted his target."

"He came to me," Wittke answered.

"That's it. But obviously he wasn't unaffected. The stabbing was slashed and only scratched you, but he didn't know it himself." He replied. Ulier remembered that there was only one obvious knife wound on Wittke, or the guy's own hand. Gunther also agreed with his inference.

"Anyway, we can only consider attempted murder. I think I can write a draft before I start, but it is not even an attempt."

"Then you are so lucky." The apprentice said angrily. As a goddess believer, it is obviously unlikely that he has no objection to Gunther and Hobson's "bending draft".

"We don't think so at all," Gunther said. "The killer left after killing the priest, and after Hobson solved Wittke, he asked me to stop by for Sir Hardy's treasure. I thought he used this as compensation for me, but this guy took half of the gold."

"You are not evenly dividing the spoils." Wittke thought he had found the reason why Gunther was looking for Hobson.

"I remember more than one dead that night," Ulier pointed out.

"The poor newcomer died at Hobson's hands. This was originally a part of our plan, but the killer killed the priest first, so we didn't have to leave any trace. I asked him why, he thought I was a fool, and argued that he did nothing. We took the name of Miss Robert's lover to get rid of Fielding, and the bad guy died. But the bastard was not happy yet, and went back to hang the killer Bowman, who was chasing him, in the church."

"Okay, two murders, one criminal." Wittke was surprised.

"More than one." Ulier reminded, "It was not Hobson who killed Father Fielding. Who is the origin of that killer?" He hoped to find the identities of the two murderers together.

Gunther said he could not do anything about this. "He had a face of the waiter. I found his body while I was handling the remaining potion in the kitchen. Someone replaced the original waiter and slit the priest's throat into the dinner."

Uriel and Witke looked at each other. "I found something wrong, Mr. Button."
Chapter completed!