Chapter 88 Vanna’s findings
Chapter 88 Vanna’s Investigation Conclusion
Only the sprawled corpses of the cultists were left in the assembly grounds, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which made the investigation very difficult.
But one thing was certain, the person who created this attack was definitely not an ordinary person.
There was a peculiar pungent odor in the air, which was a trace of the “Flame” having been contaminated.
Vanna carefully examined the oil lamps left in the basement, and beside her, a priest took out special powders and potions from his toolkit to analyze the oil lamps for any residues that should not be in the real world.
Fire was the most special thing in this world.
Fire is the visible order, the handwriting of the gods when they made the contract for the world, and the proof that “civilization still exists” – the flames burn and leave a mark on everything that has changed.
If a battle of transcendental level had ever taken place here, there would be traces of it left in the flames.
After the priests had begun their work, Vanna returned to the center of the crypt and looked at the body of a fallen solar heretic.
“There are dozens of broken bones all over the body, as if it had been directly hit by a rampaging bison, it’s really hard to imagine what kind of weapon could have caused such a result,” a coroner said beside him, “A simple blunt blow of brute force, no traces of spells were found.”
“A brute force blunt attack …… that breaks dozens of bones at once?” Vanna frowned slightly, “What is this? A meteor hammer with a meter diameter?”
The coroner shook his head, “The ashes over at the end are more suspicious than that.”
Vanna went to the end of the basement and saw the “ashes” that the other man was talking about.
There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the floor, and between the clothes was a grayish-black delicate ash, which could be easily associated with the fact that there was once a person collapsed here.
“Undoubtedly some kind of transcendent power, probably one of the mutant flames judging by the traces,” Vanna said to the coroner beside her after a brief judgment, “It would be difficult for normal flames to burn a person to such an ash, and still keep the clothes intact after the burning. ”
“The walls show signs of impact, and this cultist seems to have been first slammed into the wall by a tremendous force, and then subsequently burned up by the flames,” said another priest at the scene, “This one cultist was the only one killed by a transcendent force in the entire scene- -and it was a transcendent power never seen before.
“In addition, we also found a spot in the corner of the basement where the floor had been severely corroded by an unknown force, but no residual solid matter was found, which could also be the effect of a transcendent power.”
“It could be a spell cast by someone, or it could be an anomaly,” Vanna said casually, “Was this place discovered by a citizen’s report?”
“Yes, an eager citizen heard an unusual noise in the abandoned factory and reported it to the sheriff and guardsmen changing shifts at the street corner at the turn of the day and night,” the priest next to her said with a nod of his head, “The cultists were actually cautious enough to erase any traces of their activities after they entered the city-state and lurked well into the lower city, and haven’t been able to find any in the city. the lower city, and have remained undetected, and I fear they would have been able to lurk even further had it not been for this attack.”
“Now that one den has been exposed, that means there may be more hiding in the shadows,” Vanna said in a hushed voice, “The guttering alleys of the Lower City are the focus of this period of time, to ……”
No sooner had she gotten halfway through her sentence than one of the guardsmen suddenly hurried over from the side, holding something in his hand, “Inquisitor, take a look at this!”
Vanna immediately looked up and saw that the guardsman was holding a small tray, and in the tray were several blood-stained, slightly deformed copper bullets.
“We found two fired revolvers at the scene, and these bullets should have been fired from those guns,” the guardian reported, “The blood on the bullets most likely came from the attackers!”
Vanna’s eyes fell on the bullets, and the first thing she noticed was the deformation of the warheads – the bullets were stained with blood, which indicated that they had been fired into flesh and blood, yet the shrunken, deformed state …… of the warheads was by no means the work of soft, fragile flesh and blood.
Unless each of these bullets had hit right on the bone, or …… the person who had been shot had extremely strong physical strength.
And how did these bullets that had already hit the human body land at the scene?
Vanna thought carefully, think there are only two possibilities: either, the attacker in the scene to do their own surgery to remove the bullets, or, the attacker has a special physical ability, relying on the strong body of the bullets “row” out of the body.
No matter which possibility it was, one thing was obvious: the powerful assailant, despite being shot several times, still killed all the cultists here without any delay, and removed the bullets from his body quite calmly after the incident was over.
Vanna looked at her hands.
She could do this sort of thing, but also because she could do it herself, she was more than aware of how difficult it was for the average flesh and blood mortal. “The one who killed these cultists should be a Transcendent with an extremely strengthened body, using a weapon that is some sort of large blunt weapon,” with the consideration in her mind, Vanna turned her head and said to one of her attendants, “The other party is experienced in combat, has a tough will, is extremely strong, and considering the weapon used, should be very large in stature as well Tall, at the same time may master some kind of flame power, preliminary judgment with the sun heresy belongs to the hostile relationship, but for the time being can not be sure whether on our side ……
“Notice to all levels of guards and magistrates, pay attention to those who match the above characteristics in the near future, and once you find a suspected target, prioritize the return and don’t make contact rashly.”
The guardsmen acting as attendants immediately lowered their heads, “Yes, Inquisitor.”
Vanna exhaled softly, her mind roughly sketching out what the assailant who had made a scene at the rally might look like: a two-meter strong man wielding a giant wolfsbane or meteor hammer, with superior martial arts skills of calmness and toughness, and the ability to summon flames.
That’s pretty much what it should be.
……
Duncan sent his second client away with a smile on his face, watching the chubby lady slowly walk away in a rather pleasant mood.
The lady was sort of a regular customer of the store, and she had her eye on a pair of vases today as a gift for her new neighbors.
The vase was imported from the wholesale market, although the production date was last week, but eight hundred years ago, the original price of more than two hundred thousand, after the discount of twenty-six, but also comes with a pair of last Wednesday’s factory, Solander dynasty period of carved stone ornaments.
The regular customers knew the stuff was fake, but from start to finish they thought the Duncan store manager was the real deal.
After tossing a few crumpled bills into a drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling slightly calmer in his buoyant mood.
At least as of now, running this antique store was something new and interesting for him.
Of course, the money he made from this small business was really limited, two vases with two ornaments sold for a profit of just over six solas, and most of the day had passed, and he’d only had two customers come into the store – he didn’t know how much or how little this “traffic” was for normal times, but it was obviously a lot of money. He didn’t know if that was a lot of traffic for normal people, but it was clearly not as promising as reporting cultists.
Duncan divided some of his energies into focusing on Aey’s situation.
The pigeon was skimming low over the fourth block, and unfortunately, the sun amulet strapped to its back hadn’t responded so far.
That was normal, of course – while it was true that there were a lot of cultists pouring into the city-state of Prand now, they weren’t so far gone that they could be all over the place, and with the fact that they’d deliberately spread out and hide in all sorts of forgotten nooks and crannies, it wasn’t naturally going to be easy to spot them.
Hunting is all about patience.
Duncan leisurely enjoying this quiet time, and while focusing on the movements of the pigeons, he also occasionally paid attention to the situation on the Lost Country ship, or controlled his own body on the ship to go to the deck to walk around, and watch the spectacle of Alice fighting with the strange and bizarre things on the ship, and then being chased and running around with her head in her hands, and suddenly felt that this marvelous life is also not bad.
Just at this moment, a clear and pleasant bell ringing suddenly came from the direction of the doorway, interrupting his idle and peaceful thoughts.
“Welcome.”
Duncan said casually while raising his head to look at the door, and saw an old gentleman with gray hair pushing his way in.
It was a very well-dressed old gentleman, his dark brown coat was new and neat, the leather shoes on his feet were polished, he carried a black cane in his hand of an unreadable material, and his hair and bowtie were immaculate.
It was not the kind of dress that would be seen in the lower town, but more like that of a decent man of the Crossroads, or even of the upper town.
Duncan didn’t have much of an idea of what a “respectable man” was in this world, but he could tell at a glance that this old man wasn’t an ordinary customer.
“Got a fancy?” He smiled, like a true antique shopkeeper, “Take it if you can.”
(End of chapter)