Soon, the ** in the room attracted the attention of others. Although there were not many people living in the hotel, it still attracted many townspeople within half an hour.
Jenkins didn't know why so many people didn't sleep in the middle of the night. He stood at the door of the hotel with the traveler and watched the townspeople holding torches surround the place.
"Yes, I've said it many times. He broke into my room with a knife just now and wanted to kill me. Look, there are still knife marks on these two pillows."
At Jenkins' feet was the pillow he had just used, and next to the pillow was the collapsed innkeeper and his knife.
"Isn't it obvious, where is the sheriff in town? I think we need help."
The traveler asked loudly, he had already learned from Jenkins the innkeeper's original plan, and also noticed that there were obvious footprints of prowlers in front of his room door.
But the townspeople did not call the sheriff to punish the innkeeper for these proofs. They huddled together and held torches to talk to each other. The chaotic voices were completely unable to distinguish the content of their conversation, only that this group of people obviously wanted to protect the innkeeper.
"Traveler, you should leave the town now."
After going on like this for a while, a fat man dressed like the mayor of this rural town was pushed out, he said to the two outsiders.
"What about him?"
asked Jenkins, kicking the innkeeper.
"We will punish him according to local regulations."
The fat man replied calmly.
Jenkins and the traveler looked at each other, knowing that this couldn't be true. The townspeople were protecting their neighbors and acquaintances, and even if he did something wrong, he would not punish him for trying to hurt two travelers who had no relationship or reason with the townspeople.
"Okay, then we're leaving now."
The traveler said, and Jenkins nodded, and watched the traveler try to go upstairs to get his luggage.
At this moment, the innkeeper who had been pretending to be unconscious at Jenkins' feet suddenly "woke up", then pointed at the two and shouted:
"Don't let the two of them steal anything, everything upstairs is mine."
The townspeople murmured, neither for nor against him, and the innkeeper added:
"I stored a large backpack upstairs. Apart from a small amount of cash, there are many alchemy props in it. I originally wanted to distribute them to everyone. I can't monopolize these wealth!"
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle. The whispers of the townspeople stopped, and the traveler also stopped turning around and going upstairs. Together with Jenkins, he and Jenkins looked at the townspeople who formed a circle, their eyes gradually changing.
"You don't really have any other ideas, do you? Since I have brought so many alchemy products and dare to travel alone, don't you suspect that I am actually a wizard?"
The traveler asked, and the townspeople were really frightened by this sentence. Although they still surrounded the door of the inn, no one dared to step forward.
"No, he can't be a wizard!"
At this moment, the innkeeper at Jenkins' feet suddenly jumped up, grabbed the sharp knife and stabbed it at the traveler's chest.
"No, you can't be a wizard!"
It made sense for him to do so, if the traveler was really a wizard, then the innkeeper would be dead; left and right would be death, if he resisted, maybe the traveler wasn't a wizard.
Jenkins didn't know how the profession of "wizard" was defined in this era, but he had already determined that travelers were completely ordinary people, and he didn't expect to be attacked suddenly.
There was no time to dodge in a hurry, and the knife was directly inserted into the chest, but Jenkins held him up before falling down.
"Look, hahaha, look, he's not a wizard! He's not a wizard!"
The innkeeper shouted excitedly, even his voice was distorted. When he repeated it for the third time, his voice was really distorted with great panic, because he noticed that another man, who had always had a weak sense of existence, pulled the knife from the traveler's chest with a green light in his palm. come out.
The traveler groaned in pain, but his face was normal, and his chest wasn't even bleeding.
"Yeah, he's not a wizard, but I am."
Jenkins said calmly, the effect of the newly acquired [Aura of Fear] was fully activated, half kneeling in the shadow of the torch, he looked like a monster lurking in the dark. The people holding the torches froze for a moment, and then dispersed as expected, while the innkeeper fainted to the ground, this time for real.
"So the truth of the story is like this~"
Jenkins sighed in his heart, and turned to look at the expression of the traveler who had been rescued, only to find that the latter looked annoyed.
"Why are you unhappy?"
Jenkins wondered, now there are no torches held by the townspeople, only the oil lamps on the counter of the hotel can still illuminate, which makes the traveler's face seem to be covered with a shadow.
"Why should I be happy? Oh God, why should I meddle with this man in front of me?"
After finishing speaking, regardless of Jenkins' reaction, the complaining traveler knelt down and grabbed the innkeeper's dagger, stuffed the dagger into the innkeeper's hand, then held that hand, and directly stabbed the dagger into his heart.
As he did so, he gave Jenkins a warning with his eyes not to meddle in his own business. Jenkins opened his mouth slightly to express surprise, then took a step back, saying that he would not save someone who committed suicide.
"Is that all right?"
The knife in the heart won't last long, the traveler said in a weak voice, lying on the ground, the blood gushing from the wound stained his clothes red. Although his face was full of pain, he could vaguely see excitement.
Jenkins stepped back again, watching the dying man struggle on the ground. The traveler quickly took his last breath, and at the same time, Jenkins looked up at the dark night sky.
In the field of vision that only he could see, a bright golden beam of light descended from the sky and hit the ground. This beam of light broke through the clouds, and from behind the towering clouds with strange shapes, a pure white angel with wings spread slowly appeared.
This is a typical angel, faceless, tall, and wearing a simple white robe. The silver whistle hanging around his waist reveals his identity. This is a symbol that only appears in the church of the righteous god [The Untraceable Traveler].
As the angel descends, so do the spirits of the dead travelers. The soul stood next to his corpse, looked longingly at the angel above, then knelt down on his knees and raised his hands high:
"Oh, angel, I have walked the path of glory and was murdered at the end of the journey according to ancient rituals, now, take me out of this world!"