Without his horse, Lucas moved faster in the snow. Soon he saw a figure in black moving through the dark forest. It was a horse running wildly. However, there was no prey in the direction the horse was running. Just as he was wondering, countless black figures appeared behind the horse. Through the darkness, he could vaguely make out their outlines.
When he saw clearly, Lucas exclaimed in his heart, "God, am I seeing right?" Without thinking much, he turned around and ran back towards his horse.
But soon, the monkeys in the trees discovered his trail from above and made strange noises. Some wild beasts chased in the direction Lucas was running away. In the dark night, wild beasts' eyesight was much sharper than theirs.
Lucas exerted all his strength, gasping for breath as he waded through the snow that reached his thighs. But compared to those wild beasts that were better at distributing their body weight, his speed was too slow.
"Faster, faster." Lucas prayed, but it was of no avail. When he rushed to his horse, a dull roar came from behind him. Before he could turn around to defend himself, he was knocked down and rolled away, buried in the snow.
Facing the wild beast, Lucas felt a sharp pain in his ribs. His rib was broken by the wild beast's blow, which made him lose any ability to resist. The pain almost made him faint, and his hazy consciousness made him feel that he was about to die.
Suddenly, the wild beast was thrown aside and rolled several meters away. The snow raised blurred his vision. He felt a hand grab his shoulder and lift him up.
When he regained a little consciousness, he found himself already on a horse. The horse was moving forward with difficulty, almost throwing him off. The pain in his waist became more real because of the jolting.
"Lucas, hold on to me. We have to get out of here." The young man holding the reins reminded him.
Recognizing the voice, Lucas grabbed the young man's shoulder and temporarily forgot the pain, shouting excitedly, "Donning, so glad to see you. I thought I was going to die."
But soon he passed out because of the severe pain in his waist. Donning stopped the horse. It was pitch - black all around. He looked up at the monkeys in the trees that had quieted down and the wild beasts behind. They were all looking at Donning.
"Guys, go. Kill them all, leave no one alive. Those people once killed your companions. Don't feel sad or guilty about it."
Wilson Cemetery was silent in the pitch - black night. The snow had lessened a bit. The night watchman had already been in his small hut and fallen asleep. Grave robbers wouldn't choose to rob graves in such cold and harsh weather. He could have a good sleep.
A pitch - black raven was standing on top of a tombstone carved from rock in the cemetery area. In the pitch - black night, if one didn't look carefully with wide - open eyes, one couldn't spot this raven as black as the night. A figure walked through the snow to this tombstone and looked at the words on it that had become a bit blurry due to the long time.
"Buddy, yes, it's him. Your task is done." The young man threw a piece of meat into the snow. The raven flew down to the snow, picked up the piece of raw meat, and left.
Fonte hadn't left Brot City, but he couldn't be too ostentatious either. He had to make a show, disappear for a few days, to make Alkmaar think that he had really gone out of town to investigate the opponent's information. Just during this time, he could have enough time to investigate the cause of the lawyer's death.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Fonte looked around to make sure there was no one. He took off his gloves, and his palm swept away the snow covering the tombstone, revealing all the words in front of him.
Squatting in front of this tombstone, Fonte murmured softly. A faint light radiated from the palm stroking the tombstone. The tombstone vibrated slightly, and the thick snow layer on the grave behind gradually dispersed. An object slowly protruded from the soil and trembled in the dark night.
It was a hand, a dead man's hand, with no flesh left, only bare bones. It pushed aside the soil and slowly climbed out of the grave. If a living person saw this scene, they would surely be terrified.
There was a sinister smile on Fonte's face. No one would have thought that he was a wizard, a dark wizard. Even a dead person, he could make them talk and tell the secrets of those years. If Alkmaar knew about this, he wondered what Alkmaar would think.
When the dead man climbed out of the grave, Fonte stood up and made a low voice like a devil from hell. "Speak, White. Tell me everything you know."
The skeleton trembled and spoke in an inhuman language, but Fonte could understand. White told him that he had prepared all the statements for the court the next day and memorized the evidence chain. Everything was foolproof. As long as he won this lawsuit, his reputation would soar, and more big shots would surely come to cooperate with him. He would become a truly great lawyer.
To celebrate the victory the next day, White found a small tavern, sat in the tavern, and ordered a Margarita. He couldn't get too drunk and ruin the important business the next day. He just wanted a little celebration.
After drinking, on his way home, in a certain dark alley, he saw a strange thing. There was a little girl crouching in the corner, seemingly in some trouble. The security in Brot City was good, but it didn't mean there were no bad people. This little girl must have been robbed by some bad guys.
The kind - hearted young man stepped forward to ask with concern. "Girl, do you need help?"
The girl raised her head. At the moment she raised her head, the kind - hearted young man was greatly shocked. That face was unforgettable for him, like a devil's. Her face was disfigured, as if burned. Kindness overcame fear, and White suppressed his inner fear and made a suggestion. "Girl, where are your family?"
"Sorry, I don't have a family." The girl made a low voice and stretched out her hand. "Sir, I've been hungry for days and want to have a full meal."
Just a poor girl, just a meal. White had no reason to refuse. He took out ten silver Caesars and handed them over. "Girl, take it. Buy some food and some clothes."
The girl didn't want to accept charity and favors for no reason. She gave him an amulet. White understood this girl who still had self - respect, took the simple amulet, and put it around his neck. Then he went home and died suddenly that night.
Hearing this, Fonte reached out and pressed down the brim of his hat. The skeleton fell on the grave and became motionless. He stepped forward, took the simple amulet from the skeleton's neck, and wiped off the dirt on it.
The amulet was a simple iron plate, rusty, but some strange words could still be seen on it. It was some low - level witchcraft. Everything was revealed. Someone used witchcraft to kill an upright young lawyer. Of course, ordinary doctors couldn't detect it.
Fonte was sure that this low - level curse came from the Alkmaar family. He must have instructed a certain wizard to cast this vicious curse on this young man, and that disfigured girl was actually a wizard.
Fonte had discovered these secrets. He had to obtain more powerful evidence. Looking at the scattered skeleton on the grave, "Mr. White, thank you for telling me all this. You can go back."
He turned around and left. The scattered skeleton on the grave recombined and drilled back into the grave. Everything was done secretly, as if it had never happened. No one would know that he had been here.
Brot City was bathed in sunlight. With the majesty of the Holy See, those supernatural powers couldn't exist in broad daylight in Brot City. So where were the places in Brot City where those supernatural powers existed?
Fonte was very experienced. As a big family, his family maintained good relations with those possessors of supernatural powers. They usually hid in uninhabited places. Mages lived in luxurious mansions in the wild with beautiful scenery and few people. Druids chose to blend with nature. The forest was the best. As for alchemists, they were a bit unique. They usually had some legitimate occupations as cover, such as being a doctor or a scholar, and could walk in the city during the day. Wizards needed dark places because their power came from some dark places, such as the city sewers, which were the best hiding places for wizards, out of the sunlight, indulging in their own research.
"Alright, let's see what's hidden in Brot City's sewers. It's just right to hide my tracks." Fonte decided to take a risk.
When he regained consciousness, Lucas was lying in bed. His broken ribs in the waist had been re - set and fixed with some wooden boards or something. The burning pain was very strong. The feeling of being alive was so wonderful. Lucas remembered that it was Donning who had saved him from danger.
"Quick, tell me, how is Donning?" Lucas wanted to get up, but the pain soon made him give up the idea and he asked loudly.
The maid in charge of taking care of Lucas came in. "Sir, you're awake. Great." She didn't answer Lucas's question but happily conveyed the news outside. "Mr. Lucas is awake."
Someone rushed in and sat on the bedside, holding Lucas's hand. "Thank goodness, you're okay." Mace looked much haggard, as if she hadn't slept all night. The dark circles under her eyes gave her away.
"Sister, quickly tell me, how is Mr. Donning? He saved me." Lucas didn't have time to care about his sister and asked about Donning.
Mace was a bit unhappy. "Lucas, don't you know how worried I was about you?"
"Sorry, I'm okay now." Lucas knew he had hurt his sister's heart and sincerely apologized. "But Mr. Donning risked his life to save me. If something happened to him, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Donning walked into the bedroom with his arm bandaged. "Mr. Lucas, thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
Mace looked back, obviously a bit unhappy that someone had entered her brother's room without permission. "Mr. Donning, you should leave."
Lucas stopped Mace and said eagerly, "Mace, my friend has the right to enter my bedroom. If necessary, he can even sleep in the same bed with me. He saved me."
Mace was a bit jealous, but her brother's words were also important. "Alright, Lucas, rest. I will entertain your friend on your behalf and thank him."
"By the way, Mr. Lucas, I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything for your companions." Donning said something about the others' situation before leaving.
Lucas looked sad. "I got them into trouble."
Following Mace, Donning came to the living room. He looked at this strong woman apologetically. "I'm sorry. I didn't protect Lucas well. I'm sorry for that. If I had arrived earlier, maybe he wouldn't have been injured."