Chapter 237 Head and Reward

Chapter 237 Head and Reward

Hurry and don't know where he is.

Lockhard has no idea where he is. He is surrounded by dense forests, and the light of the crimson moon can be vaguely seen all around.

In the deep and silent forest, the sounds of birds and beasts can be heard occasionally.

Listening to these sounds, Lockhard's nervousness gradually eased a lot, and he gasped heavily.

Although he has the physique of a barbarian, in recent years, he has been eating, drinking and having fun with Duke Negan, which has led to his physical fitness being far worse than when he was young.

"Shouldn't they catch up?"

Lockhard looked at the dark forest, and his heart trembled for no reason. A chill flowed through his internal organs to all parts of his body, and his hands and feet were cold.

So far, he has not seen clearly who is hunting him, but the invisible pressure makes it difficult for him to breathe.

The other party seems to be a cat playing with a mouse, admiring his funny appearance of running around.

At this time, he really wished he was a traveler.

If he were a traveler, he would have left the forest long ago, away from the hunter behind him.

Unfortunately, he was not a traveler.

Lockhard did not dare to stay in one place for too long, and soon continued to shuttle through the dense forest. Finally, he came to a pond.

It should have been a beautiful scene in front of him, but he had a feeling of the end of fate.

He will die here tonight.

This pond is where his bones are buried.

Lockhard did not run away again, but looked around and said loudly: "Come out, I know you are watching me in secret!"

At this time, there was a slight tremor in the woods not far away. Lockhard's eyes lit up and threw the knife in his hand in that direction. At the same time, he distorted the space around that position and corrupted the land at the same time, trying to solve the lurking hunter in the dark in one fell swoop!

But in the end he found that it was an elk that died under his serial attacks.

The real hunter had silently come behind him and pierced his heart with a sword. When he wanted to fight back, a terrible mental shock came from his mind, making him dizzy.

Lockhard tried his best to distort the concept of the other party and himself, so that the other party and himself would bear half of the damage.

But his extraordinary ability did not get the desired effect, but was invalidated.

When he wanted to make the space around him chaotic to block the opponent's attack, the blood in his body was constantly absorbed, especially the pierced heart. The blood flowed out in streams, and soon his limbs were weak and he had no strength to resist.

Lockhard lay forward, his body squirming and struggling on the ground, and finally turned his head to look at the person who was chasing him tonight.

The man was wearing blood-red armor and holding a golden sword in his hand. A blood-red vortex around him was still absorbing his blood.

What Lockhard cared about most was the black cloak behind this mysterious man.

It was filled with the pressure from the Black Emperor's Path and the oppressive aura of a high-ranking person.

"The Blasphemous Card of the Black Emperor..."

Lockhard wanted to shout out this sentence, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength. When he missed the opportunity at the beginning, he had no chance of survival.

The panicked elk that he had killed, just like him at this moment, lay on the ground and was slaughtered.

When a golden sword light passed through his throat, Lockhard closed his eyes completely.

Then another sword cut through Lockhard's body and took away his extraordinary characteristics.

The pool reflected the crimson moon and the stars in the sky. It was beautiful in the quiet forest. The only thing that made people feel uncomfortable and uncoordinated was that there was a bloody headless corpse lying beside the pool.

This was what the members of the Storm Church saw when they heard the movement in the forest and found this place.

It has been confirmed that this is the body of Lockhard Siakam, who assassinated Duke Negan.

"He died here. Who killed him?"

"Will it be Grand Duke Drinker Augustus?"

"It won't be him. If he wants to do it, Lockhard will definitely not be able to leave the manor."

"The head and the extraordinary characteristics have been taken away. It should be his enemy who did it."

"Is the other party doing it for the huge bounty of the Negan family?"

After some discussion, they felt that this possibility was the greatest.

At present, no one knows how many terrible extraordinary people are hiding in Backlund. It is not impossible for an extraordinary person who can kill Lockhard Siakam to appear.

One hundred thousand gold pounds, even the crazy people of the Aurora Club will not be able to help but take action.

"If no one goes to the Negan family to claim the bounty, then consider it as the bounty of our operation this time."

"If someone goes to claim it, such a terrible extraordinary person must be recorded."

"But what if it is a powerful extraordinary person invited by the Negan family themselves?"

"..."

The scene fell into silence again for a while.

If this is really the case, then the bounty of one hundred thousand gold pounds will be completely out of their reach.

"The royal family needs to explain this matter."

"Yes, they need to pay a certain price."

The people of the Storm Church quickly regained their cheerful mood. After being busy for most of the day, they should get some hard work pay.

…

Late at night, Greg couldn't sleep in the room. Suddenly, someone threw something into the window that was not closed tightly.

He quickly turned on the light in the room and approached the object carefully. When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was a head.

Lockhard Siakam's head!

This man who was once his father's most trusted secretary and the murderer of his father, now only had a head in front of him.

After the shock, there was joy, and he wanted to laugh out loud.

But Greg clenched his fists and held back. He walked a little closer and stepped on the head with one foot, one foot after another, venting his anger.

After venting his anger, the head could no longer see the specific appearance of Lockhard Siakam. It was bloody and some parts had become a pool of meat paste.

Greg moved a chair and stepped on Lockhard Siakam's head with one foot, and his eyes looked at the dark night outside the window.

Who helped him avenge his father's murder? He already had the answer in his heart.

Hastur Campbell, his good friend.

Although he had never seen Hastur take action, he always felt that Hastur was not simple and might have already embarked on the path of an extraordinary person.

Last time, he promised himself that he would help him get revenge. Tonight, Lockhard Siakam's head appeared in his room.

This was the opportunity that Hastur deliberately left for him to vent his hatred.

"Hastur, in this matter, my uncle is not as good to me as you."

There was a hint of self-mockery at the corner of Greg's mouth. The Negan family seemed to have two different voices.

He sat alone in the room until dawn, until the butler outside knocked on the door and called him, saying that someone from the Storm Church was visiting.

Greg stood up from the chair, stretched his body, looked at the head on the ground with disgust, and then kicked the head with his foot and walked to the door.

After opening the door, Greg kicked the head out of the railing under the butler's horrified eyes, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the lobby on the first floor.

"Clean it up."

After Greck instructed the butler, he walked down to the first floor hall with bloody footprints.

When he saw the members of the Storm Church for the first time, he smiled and said, "Are you here today to find this head?"

"Sir Greck, you..."

"Sorry, there are some things I don't want to make clear, but my father's death is also related to your incompetence."

Greck directly blocked the questions that the members of the Storm Church might ask, and said, "I will donate 10,000 gold pounds to the Holy Wind Church in my personal name. As for the other rewards, I have paid them to the person who actually killed the assassin."

"We just didn't expect Sir Greck to know such a powerful person."

"After this incident, I realized one thing clearly. No matter how powerful you are, it is not as good as the power you can hold in your hands."

"We have investigated some clues about Duke Negan."

The members of the Storm Church did not choose to conceal and told their actions last night one by one.

When he heard the name of Grand Duke Drink Augustus, Greg didn't seem too excited. He just nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will donate another 10,000 gold pounds to the three major churches."

"..."

The members of the Storm Church were stunned. They had known that the Negan family was rich, but the donations started at 10,000 gold pounds. It was really generous.

...

Hasta woke up from the bed near dusk.

Last night, in order to solve the problem of Lockhard Siakam, he had to transform into a hunter and run all the way.

In addition to using the war emblem, in order to suppress Lockhard's extraordinary ability, he also brought the Black Emperor's blasphemy card.

Fortunately, the result was gratifying. Lockhard died in his own hands, and his Chaos Mentor Extraordinary Characteristics were also taken by himself.

This was the best trophy last night.

In order not to spend the night with a head, Hasta threw Lockhard's head from the window into Greg's room at night.

He believed that Greg would understand who gave him this gift and would clean up all the follow-ups for himself.

If he guessed correctly, Greg would not contact him for a long time.

This was a tacit understanding between good friends.