"Go and search to see if there are any hidden things, don't move coins, and so on. This gentleman should have some rewards for helping us catch the mouse catcher... Come out, haven't seen enough yet?"

I looked at a warehouse next to me and felt that ordinary people would feel when they were watched, let alone people like them.

"Mr. Yako, we meet again, what a coincidence."

"Come on? As soon as he said it was Swift Detective Office, the first thing I thought of was you, Sherlock. You promised me and Boyce not to get involved in such things. How many times have you said it? The alien disciple is very dangerous. For example, if we don't come today, none of you can escape! If you are hurt by the alien disciple, Boyce will definitely seek me as the person who promises to take care of you. Who do you ask me to make a decision?"

Every time I saw Sherlock, I gave Ake a headache. If it were someone else, a bottle of dream water would be like the one on the ground. I would take a sip and keep it all in the next day.

However, the person in front of him knew the existence of these people. There was no way, so he made his family one of the judges and his friend.

Still a very short-skinned family...

"Then let me join you, Pois, I can, surely."

Sherlock has enough confidence in his own conditions. The three shots against the Rat Catcher before were enough to prove his shooting talent.

"No! Without Boys' consent, the church cannot approve you to join the Judge!"

Only by entering another world can you discover the darkness and danger there. Pois and Ako have experienced too many life and death tests, so they have to stop Sherlock, a junior.

"That's nothing to say. Help me carry him back to my house and the things in the warehouse, which is a commission of 15 pounds."

Sherlock curled his lips. If he could tell this big guy, he would have become the judge, but... as long as they translate the text, they would not accept it!

"Move back to your house?"

Yake asked in surprise, but his expression was not very good.

"Otherwise? This is my assistant. I can't let him lie here all night and not move back to my house. Could he sleep in your house?"

It was a little bit worse. If I could come out soon, I might have got everything... Looking at the assistant on the ground, Sherlock thought without regret.

"Is this person the younger brother of Captain Boys? The first time I saw Captain Yako being ordered like this..."

The girl with a spear on her back whispered to the young man beside her, "You know that Mr. Yako is an absolutely reliable strong man in the eyes of these newcomers."

"You two will get off work after you take him back, and I have something to deal with."

Before the young man could reply, Yake had already thrown the mouse-catching people to them. At this time, the effect of the potion had ended and he could not relieve himself in a short period of time, so he was not worried about an accident.

"Wait, give me that bottle of medicine, which is held alone in my hand. It was the tracking powder, which I bought for 5 gold pounds."

When searching for her body, the search powder on Donald was also found.

"For him...why did you buy tracking powder? You need spiritual vision to see it, so you won't be deceived."

"I'm happy, rich, willful!"

Sherlock first went to buy this guy, and there must be something similar in the Judge's warehouse. As a result, he refused to sell it, so he had to go to the black market to try his luck. As a result, he bought a bottle that he couldn't use at all.

"Why is that only a little bit..."

After shaking, only one-third of the tracking powder was left. Sherlock looked back at Donald on the ground. When he gave it to Donald, he remembered it wrongly?

Or has it been used up?

**

The boundary of the scene in front of me is blurry, but the center is very clear, which is the sewer that performed the previous ritual of demon subjugation.

Donald looked at his preparations for one job from the perspective of God, portraying magic circles, placing animal corpses, and then chanting spells.

This is a dream, just like last night.

"The great Mineato, you are the owner of the wisdom of the abyss, you are the guide of evil energy, and the reality of all things cannot escape your eyes..."

The demon he prayed for was named Mineato. Judging from the spells and prayers, there was no such word as the master of so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-called so-and-so-kings, but emphasized wisdom, evil power, and the ability of both eyes.

No wonder my eyes can open my spiritual vision and see some strange aura fog. Abyss wisdom should refer to the text information in my mind, what about this evil energy?

This ability never appears...

The spell continued, but changed tone. He held a note in his hand and sang according to it. He didn't know the content. Donald affirmed this because he knew the meaning of the passage.

"I am willing to devote all my soul and body to you, and I only ask you to resolve your confusion for Jeffrey Rastolle."

This is a demon spell, and Donald completely sacrifices himself in exchange for the demon's help to another person!

You should know that when faced with prayers from ordinary people, God will give a certain response when he is in a good mood, but ignore him if he is in a bad mood.

Demons are different. They need sacrifices to summon. Just rely on these low-level rotten animals, powerful demons will respond when they are in a good mood (devour the summoner's soul), and may respond when they are in a bad mood (devour the soul after torture). This is the devil's rule and also the subconscious reaction in Donald's mind.

Summoning a demon of the same level as a sacrifice is a must for all demon-subduing ritual hosts, obviously, the predecessor did not know it.

Donald thought it was because of this reason that the demon devoured the soul. Now it seems that this is not the case at all. It is because someone deliberately concealed something and gave the previous person a spell to sacrifice. Thinking about it, the magic array is probably a simple sacrifice array...

Someone wanted to kill his predecessor, and the spell mentioned Jeffrey Rastoller. If Donald remembers correctly, it was the name of a senior official in the cult mentioned in the hotel before.

Roy, Jos, died using the devil-subduing ritual, and his predecessor, if he had not had his sudden arrival, he would have probably not be able to escape this ending.

Plus, a Ronan who was about to try, gathered the four people who did the job at the beginning,

The previous speculation when I met Ronan was confirmed. This was not a reward at all, but a real killing and silence in the name of a reward!

What exactly did they get that the cult is so eager to clean them up in order to ensure the secrets of things.

Jeffrey Rastoller, what kind of person is this that can make these four people devote themselves to doing things for him, and then sacrifice their souls without knowing what to do.

The thoughts are in chaos at this moment,
Chapter completed!