Chapter 469: Johnny

Master Odennell slowly stood up from the ground and patted his clothes.

His expression has returned to calm, no longer as ferocious as when he cast the spell just now.

"In the garden behind the mansion, there is a camouflaged rockery. If you touch a turtle-shaped stone ornament on the rockery, you can open a passage leading to the ground. Our goal is just below that."

Desen and Andy glanced at each other.

"I'm going to notify them!"

He hurried outside, after such a long time, the target should not be suffocated to death by the smoke.

Odennell told Andy who stayed behind: "Clean up this place, especially this magic circle, don't leave a single trace, as for this person..."

He glanced at Master Somerset, still slumped on the ground.

"Throw him into the fire outside."

"Yes, Master."

Andy nodded.

…

Half an hour later, in the back garden of the Sommerlet family mansion that had been burned to ashes, a blackened rockery stood alone.

After a few rumbling sounds, a one-meter-square floor tile moved away, and the dark entrance appeared in front of everyone.

Under the command of Valdes, the people in black robes entered the tunnel.

It was well ventilated inside, so the smoke from the fire poured in, and it was choking all the way.

Hope the target is okay—Valdés prayed so.

It's not a maze, there's only a straight path, and it should only be used for temporary avoidance.

Finally they came to the end point, a stone chamber about twenty square meters in size.

There are no other items in the room except candles for lighting, so you can see everything at a glance.

In the corner, the people in black robes found the target of this operation.

A man dressed as a servant lay on the ground clutching his chest, motionless, it seemed that he had been dead for a long time.

Next to the servant's corpse, a young man younger than the little mage Andy who stayed outside was watching them with great vigilance.

He bent over and arched his back, covering his mouth and nose with his left arm, while holding a blood-dripping candlestick in his right hand, the sharp spikes of the candlestick gleamed coldly.

The boy's eyes were sharp, like a cub trying to hunt alone for the first time.

Valdez waved his hand to signal his partners not to act rashly.

"Let me do it!"

Carol, the only woman in the team, made a suggestion.

Valdes nodded.

Carol passed Valdes and slowly approached the boy.

"Who are you?"

The boy asked aloud, and the fear and tension in his heart could be heard from the tone.

Carol slowly took off the hoodie, revealed her face, and said softly, "Son, don't be afraid, we are here to save you."

The beautiful faces and gentle words of the women lowered the boy's vigilance.

He straightened up, though still holding the candlestick in his hand.

"The person who saved me? Heavenly Father! What happened? First, a group of people said they would take me to live a rich life. My parents didn't agree, so they killed my parents and took me captive to this inexplicable place. place, and then you jumped out and said that you are coming to save me, should I believe you?"

As he spoke, he even started to cry. During this period of time, the young man encountered drastic changes in his life and endured too much mental pressure.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Carol stepped forward and snatched the candlestick and threw it on the ground, then hugged the boy in her arms without any explanation.

The boy struggled a few times, but in the end his strength was too weak, so he stopped.

Carol said: "I know you are in great pain now, please give us some time to prove ourselves. But first of all, we must leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. I assure you, now and in the future, your body is safe— The person who kidnapped you has been killed by us."

Valdes waved his hand, "It's getting late, let's leave here before dawn."

A group of people led the boy back to the ground, and walked through the flames along a safe passage to the woods outside the town, where six carriages were quietly waiting for them.

Carroll and the boy rode in the same carriage.

After the carriage left Hesha Town, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Jonny, Jonny Landry."

"Son, did you kill that man in the basement?"

"Uh...yes." The boy named Johnny lowered his head, his expression was both fearful and afraid that he had done something wrong.

"When the fire just started, he dragged me to the basement. When he heard movement from above, he held a dagger and shouted in despair that everything was over, saying that he wanted to send me on my way. Fortunately, I was prepared. After entering the basement, I touched a candlestick and hid it in my clothes, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness—he thought I would not resist—and stabbed the tip of the candlestick into his chest, and then you all appeared."

Carol smiled and stroked his head, "You have done a good job, you should be so merciless to the bad guys, your relative will be proud of you."

Jonny looked up suspiciously: "Which relative of mine?"

"You'll know when we get to our destination, and we'll explain everything to you."

With the bumping of the carriage, the young Jonny fell into a deep sleep amidst doubts. The ups and downs of life made him really tired.

Valdez, who was riding in the same carriage, said with emotion: "You are so ruthless in the face of danger at a young age...or decisive, is it really worthy of the blood of the Griffin family?"

"I hope he can be a help to His Highness instead of a threat."

A cold light flashed in Valdez's eyes.

…

The residents of Shahe Town worked hard all night, and finally extinguished the fire at the southwest corner of the town when it was daylight.

When people walked into the disaster-stricken area, they all felt sad for the tragedy here.

All the buildings had been burned to the ground, and there were many bodies in the streets, either badly burned or suffocated by the smoke from the fire.

In fact, many more people have turned into a pile of ashes.

The residents in the town are basically related to relatives, and they cried for a while~www.readwn.com~ The largest building complex in this area is the residence of the Sommerlet family. Make a piece of scorched earth.

What is even more frightening is that in the courtyard in front of the mansion, people found the ashes of many people near the original fountain.

They probably wanted to run here to avoid the fire, but the flames eventually spread here.

"My lord! Ah! My lord!"

A man burst into tears of grief, and someone noticed that he was a servant of the mayor's family.

He was throwing himself on the ground and weeping loudly on a corpse that had not been turned into ashes but had been burnt beyond recognition.

The servant recognized his master by the gold ornaments on the body.

Next to the mayor's body lay a few scattered corpses. These should be the few people who rushed into the fire with the mayor at that time.

The entire Hesha Town was shrouded in great grief.