Chapter 173 Different paths lead to the same destination

Author: Hao Duanshengyun

Chapter 173 Different paths lead to the same destination

"The environment suitable for the growth of fairy circle fungi is not much different from here."

Julius took a breath and looked at the river bank worriedly: "But these fungi can be used as casting materials to delete specific memories under some special rituals. It is a very rare material. Only a few existences know how to cultivate and utilize it."

It, there are very few fairy circles that grow naturally."

If the tomb robbers were really interfered with by this fungus, there must be someone with extremely special abilities behind them.

The wizard concluded: "Whoever can do this must be a spell caster."

"Could it be the fault of the man who was watching us just now?" Clayton asked him.

"I'm not sure. It takes a lot of mental strength to exert the ability of oversight, but wizards are not the only ones who can do it."

Julius often speaks freely, but when he encounters real big troubles, he does not hesitate to be more cautious. For this reason, he would rather give a vague answer and make two preparations, even if both preparations are insufficient.

I only made one kind of preparation but encountered another situation due to bad luck.

"Then how many people can this kind of spell affect at one time?" Clayton asked again.

"It's hard for me to explain it to you, but at least it won't affect here or the town - if the caster stays by the river."

Clayton was relieved by the wizard's conclusion, which meant that the information they obtained from the town should not have many errors.

This also means that the people in the town should also remember the Third Man on Easter Island. However, it seems that the tomb robbers just arrived in Gevo today and are not familiar with the locals. No one may notice their abnormality.

As for what the person who deleted their memories wanted to do, Clayton decided to deal with the matter here first and think about it after dinner.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky. Today was still a day when the sun was obscured by clouds. Moreover, it was already evening, and the sun's hold on him was no longer so strong.

"Let's go down." He ordered.

Among the colorful tents at the foot of the slope, they didn't see many people coming in and out.

Because the light was poor, the tents were lit with lights, but only the largest white tent was like this. It seemed that everyone was concentrated inside. Clayton saw several figures outside the glowing tent through the cloth, surrounding a person.

Something is standing.

The opening of the tent was in the opposite direction to where they came from. Clayton and Julius had to go around in a circle to see the people inside, and the same was true for the people inside.

When they were still some distance away, they heard the people inside talking and couldn't help but slow down.

A man in the camp whose age he couldn't tell spoke angrily: "We found nothing again. Have you really searched everywhere?"

The hoarse female voice answered him: "I must have searched all the directions I am responsible for, you should ask other people."

"Of course I do too," said the man who sounded quite oily.

The last man sounded quite tired: "I have nothing to defend, Captain, but do you want to see the blisters on my feet?"

"That saves you the trouble," said the first man to speak.

Sighs came one after another from the camp.

The hoarse female voice sounded again: "It seems we have to wait."

"We can't wait a few more days." The team leader interrupted her again with a loud voice: "Those bastard detectives actually want to buy this piece of land. They all carry guns, and who knows how many more are behind them?

People are coming? The chance to find the beast is only this month. We have changed several places, but this must be the closest place to the beast's lair, otherwise"

Clayton and Julius both tilted their ears and wanted to continue listening, but the woman in the tent suddenly hissed.

"There's someone outside," the woman said,

At the same time, her shadow pointed in their direction.

Julius hurriedly stepped back to avoid the fingers, but he stepped on a dead branch, making an irrefutable noise.

They were discovered.

The camp suddenly fell silent.

Clayton and the wizard simply walked around to the entrance of the tent. The curtains on both sides of the front were lowered, forming a closed door.

A man with greasy long hair squeezed out from the slit in the middle of the curtain. He was dressed in colorful clothes and had pointed boots. He was obviously a clown in the circus. In fact, clown costumes are usually taken off.

But if you think about it, you will know that it is winter now, and they live in such a windy area, so they must put more effort into keeping warm.

"Sorry, but we won't be performing anymore," he said tiredly.

Julius replied: "We're not here to see a show."

"Then what are you doing here?"

The leader's voice sounded, and a stout man in black robe stooped out, rolled up and tied the curtain, revealing the layout inside the tent.

There was a table in the middle, with an oil lamp lit on it, but nothing else. There was a pile of crates in the corner, and a Gilda woman wearing a cloak with only her chin exposed was leaning on it.

, holding a crystal ball in his hand, two strands of curly chestnut

Long colored hair grows from under the hood and hangs down to his chest. Next to him is a man in a black dress, but he is tall and thin, with a soft whip tied around his waist. He looks like an animal trainer in a circus.

As soon as he saw outsiders, he put on his bowler hat to protect his bald head.

The leader turned around. He wore a smooth porcelain mask on his face and gloves on his hands, making it seem like he was trying to hide something. It is worth mentioning that his belt buckle was extremely exaggerated, the size of a palm, like

It is a silver mirror with two gemstones on the left and right - it may also be colored glass.

Clayton's wolf eyes swept over them one by one, trying to find the malicious figure.

Every one of them is suspicious.

"We are here to find someone," Julius said. "There was a man standing on the hillside staring at us rudely just now. My friends and I wanted to come and reason with him."

Clayton got the most attention, and the circus employees looked unanimously at the ax on his shoulder.

It's not often that someone can reason with such a big axe.

Julius looked back at his companion, and emphasized again unconvincingly: "We really just want to reason with him."

"So, have you seen anyone else around?" Clayton asked with a bad look on his face. He was getting hungry.

"We haven't gone out much recently," the group leader said.

This is obviously a lie.

"But we just heard you say that you have searched everywhere - I don't know what you are looking for, but you must have been out. If there is no one else here, the rude person we saw can only be one of yours."

Already."

"That bastard also gave us a pretty obscene gesture."

In order to increase his persuasiveness, Julius raised his right hand, curled his middle finger and ring finger together with his thumb, and made a "devil's horns" gesture.

This gesture has the meaning of castration.

"Sounds like something Raisman could do," said the woman, probably the Gilda.

The trainer gave her a vicious look.

"I have never been to the hillside, how could they have seen me."

This subconscious answer aroused dissatisfaction from another person. The group leader turned to look at him unhappily: "You are in charge of the east side, why don't you go check it?"

The animal trainer spread his hands and twisted his waist and walked towards the group leader: "Please, the grass over there is so high. If any large beast passes by, it will definitely leave traces. I can tell it by just looking at it from a distance.

, not wrong at all.”

It seems that without Clayton and Julius pursuing it, the circus's problem will turn into an internal conflict.

Julius took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, his face twisted and he covered his chest tightly with his palms. The glorious hand he put in his pocket regained its strength at some point and struggled desperately to get out of the pocket.

Jump out.

Seeing him like this, the people in the circus turned around in surprise.

The group leader asked: "What happened to him?"

Clayton replied succinctly: "He was wearing a corset and was a little out of breath."

"I have medicine here!" The circus director suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran towards the tent.

This sudden enthusiasm is amazing.

Clayton's excuse gave Julius more time to turn around and handle the living hand, but the strength erupted from the hand was beyond his imagination, and the sticky corpse wax on the surface made it difficult for him to hold it firmly.

As soon as it relaxed slightly, the hand jumped out of his circle and fell to the ground.

The circus people and Clayton's group were silent.

The glorious hand fell on Julius's crotch, but remained motionless, as if he struggled out just to get to know everyone here.

It worked.

The Gilda woman no longer leaned against the glove box. She straightened her back and looked at the sallow human hand in amazement.

"That seems to be"

The leader came out with the ointment and saw the human hand falling. His movements froze briefly, but he quickly responded.
To be continued...