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After hearing the inquiry, Quok's pupils dilated and his eyes turned to the right. Based on this performance, Clayton believed that he did know the Spider Priest.

Clara is the daughter of Athena Berlugo. Of course her face will resemble her mother, and the spider legs under her neck can also bring her and Athena closer.

But Clayton still couldn't confirm whether they actually met.

This could be confirmed in the past, but now that people have cameras, they can know the faces of other people even if they have not met in person, not to mention Athena Bai Luge is a famous guy.

"Have the Doomsday Seekers and the Holy Grail Society also established an alliance?" Clayton asked again.

Quok sneered and said nothing.

Clayton lowered his head and scratched Clara twice more: "You are here to kill her."

His tone was very determined, and Kuo Ke's expression changed again, but then he closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be indifferent to the outside world. He was indeed sent here to do this, for the path he mastered completely overpowered the Spider-Priest's abilities.

"You're too late, she's already dead." Clayton's words made him open his eyes again.

"Who killed her?"

"I."

Clayton was blunt about killing her mother in front of Clara, and Clara remained indifferent as she snuggled into his arms and rubbed his fingers.

Because she didn't even know who Athena was, Athena abandoned her very early. The mother in Clara's memory was actually the nanny used by the Holy Grail to discipline untalented children.

But Kuok didn't know this.

The look in his eyes at Clayton Bello became strange.

Killing a mother and then enslaving her daughter is obviously not something that those who consider themselves decent would do.

"Since she was killed by you, then I really have no reason to stay."

"Do you have a grudge?" Clayton asked.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Clayton nodded: "I understand, this is just a task given to you by others. You are just a big soldier and don't know what you are doing."

To Quaker, this sentence seemed more insulting than Julius's ridiculous remarks.

"If you continue to make these conjectures, I will not continue to answer your questions." He stared into Clayton's eyes and gritted his teeth, his voice getting louder and louder, until finally he roared: "You have no right to judge me!"

The flames in the fireplace jumped suddenly, and others stood up to guard the man who had lost the ability to move.

Kuok's secret of the heart can still be used at this moment!

Perrault's shotgun was already pressed against the back of Kuok's head, ready to fire at any time.

But Clayton was still sitting, and he raised his hand to signal to the others to calm down. They had no choice but to sit down again with suspicion, but the look in Kuok's eyes no longer mocked him.

"I apologize to you, but please calm down now." The lieutenant said calmly, "Since you are unwilling to answer this question, let us return to the previous topic. We are very interested in your immortality, you can tell How did we get this? If we read correctly, you should still be human."

"I don't know," said Quake.

This was not a lie, but he already had a vague suspicion in his mind.

But he didn't know how Chud Osmar did it. He thought he had seen through this guy.

Although he had seen his panicked look before, Clayton did not choose to believe this answer directly. Instead, he handed Clara to Donna. The five fingers of her right hand were passed through the blond hair and pressed on the back of the head, a spiritual feeling. Links start building.

"I beg your pardon."

"I have no idea."

The blue in Clara's eyes jumped, and then Donna shook her head at Clayton.

I feel like I know and I know.

Quake realized what they were doing, and his eyes darkened.

However, Clayton did not dwell on this matter. He changed directions and asked Kuok about what Chud Osmar had done recently, but Kuok's answers were very boring, and they were all trivial matters. It seems that Chud Osmar really just travels with his former apprentice. Whenever he wants to do his own thing, he will leave alone without revealing his purpose to his companions. Kuok also doesn't like to go out, so Can only passively accept external information.

It sounds like Quake was unaware of everything, and Clara judged the authenticity of the information to be correct.

But Quake's expression was a little absent-minded when he answered the question. Clayton knew that he must be hiding some crucial clues, but he would never tell them on his own initiative.

Kuok was not afraid of pain, and the werewolf began to consider some means of mental torture, but implementing such means would also make him feel psychologically uncomfortable, so he was still hesitant.

Priest Louis suddenly spoke: "Osmar had contact with Lawrence's son Danny. What did they say?"

Kuok didn't expect this. He fell silent and rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking about what kind of lie to weave, but he couldn't help but glance at Clara and Donna, who was holding Clara. Their existence It made him give up on himself a little bit.

A smile appeared on Donna's face.

The principal of Bracola manipulates many devils, and she also learns some contract methods.

Although she only signed a temporary contract with Clara, the demonic abilities gained through sharing were enough at this moment.

Without Kuo Ke opening his mouth, she could sense the other person's self-doubt and some extremely hazy thoughts.

Of course Kuo Ke, who studies the secrets of the heart, also understands this, but there is no way to establish psychological defense at any time, not to mention that his ability is still maintaining another project at the moment, and he has no time to take care of this place, so his flowing thinking is used by this witch The web woven by the devil was fished out, even more so because of his weakness and the commonality of the two powers.

"Osmar mentioned it to him and he didn't care at the time," Donna said in a statement tone. "But after a while, Osmar showed him things that made him question his taste."

Kuo Ke closed his eyes very hard. At this moment, he desperately wanted to deafen his ears, but it was counterproductive. He could hear very clearly.

"Corpse?" Clayton asked, and Donna nodded.

Lewis’s body couldn’t help but tremble: “He has blond hair?”

Donna looked at his bloodshot eyes and looked at Clayton hesitantly, hoping that he could help.

But before Clayton could say anything, the girl's movements had already given Louis the answer. The priest stood up suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails even pierced the skin, and blood dripped on the carpet, smearing it with bright colors. s color.

After a few seconds, he apologized to Perot for staining the carpet, and then sat down again, his expression like a mask, unchanged.

"What do you know about Christopher's commission?"

"Commission?"

"Looking for a beast that will be attracted by bad luck." Clayton repeated the contents of the commission letter.

Quokk's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"He didn't know about it and was shocked and worried about it," Donna said.

"Chud Osmar did everything by himself. You already know everything you want, so can you let me go now?" Kuok sneered. Of course he would not think that Clayton I will let myself go, just to see how the other party breaks the contract.

"But the Salvation Army is here to find you, right?" Clayton raised his chin and asked. "They are all dead, don't you grieve for them?"

Kuok spoke arrogantly: "I will not sympathize with a group of epileptic patients. They have no value to me."

"They're sick," Clayton made a mental note.

At the same time, he thought of Francis's madness before his death, and his inexplicable entry into a state of madness. There seemed to be a pattern he didn't understand connecting them, but he could study this later.

"epilepsy?"

"The kind your mother got."

Before Clayton could move, Donna slapped Quaker.

The sound was loud but not powerful, and Kuok was even indifferent to it.

Clayton did not get angry at this inappropriate remark: "I heard that you are the 'connector', who else is going to be your reinforcement?"

"Probably not, at least he has no hope of it." Donna answered angrily on Kuo Ke's behalf.

When Clayton saw Kuok's face, he suddenly wanted to laugh again. He wanted to laugh at his own timidity. If he were ten years younger, he would challenge these two men to a duel in public and end it all.

Now that he is getting older and has unprecedented strength, his courage is getting smaller and smaller.

"So he can still borrow resources from the House of Troubles. Is it because he has a higher level in the sect than you, or are you a traitor?"

"Nothing, it's a favor." Donna said.

Kuok's chest heaved violently, and he looked at Clayton with a red face, as if he was suffering from some illness. Donna looked like the kind of deathbed aide to an "old and frail rich man" who would help him say those last words that would kill him on the spot.

When Clayton heard what Donna said, he had one more way to deal with Kuok.

"So..." He wanted to ask, but Donna suddenly shouted.

"No, he has been using some kind of ability!"

Everyone became nervous again, and Perot's gun was once again placed on Kuok's forehead. A test project called "Can humans think after losing their brains" could be launched at any time.

"I didn't feel it." When Clayton looked at him, Julius immediately shook his head. "But I trust her feelings."

"How to say?"

Clayton looked at Donna.

"Although I'm just making a guess, I think I'm right."

The witch looked at Kuok's sarcastic eyes and confirmed her thoughts: "He can definitely seal his heart through meditation and prevent me from continuing to read his mind. Meditation is the most basic way of practice for all kinds of esotericism. He There's no way he wouldn't, but he didn't do it. It was because he needed to open up and use his abilities."

"I'm still wondering how long it will take for you to realize this."

The prisoner laughed with both rows of teeth exposed and looked at Donna with ferocious eyes. "Don't you like to talk about it? Then you might as well speculate again, what am I doing now?"

Donna didn't answer, her face looked very ugly.

Kuok's thinking at the moment was too complicated for her to analyze.

Kuo Ke's unpleasant laughter gradually drowned out the howling wind outside the house.

Clayton stood up. He was shirtless, and Quok's fingers were still strung on the wound on his stomach, but he didn't care.

"Does the Heart Esoteric have the ability to transmit messages remotely?" he asked the two wizards.

"No."

"No."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Clayton lifted up half of Kuok's body, dug out his two eyes, then cut off the head again, and stuffed the head with dried spice leaves hanging by the fireplace. both ears to prevent him from hearing their conversation.

"Clara, try controlling this body." Clayton ordered.

The little devil known as the Parasite climbed down from Donna's hand, stepped on the flat neck cavity with its spider feet, and then stabbed in, entangled with the spine.

After a few seconds, the body moved again.

Clayton tore his coat from the chair and threw it on top of it, covering Clara's head, which looked almost like Quake himself.

"This will be useful later." Clayton's mouth twitched to the base of his ears.

"Okay, we still have some time to chat, and everyone can talk freely."

As he spoke, he burped.

For some reason, Kuok's flesh and blood provided him with very little energy, and it has not been digested until now.