All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 350 The Devil’s Secret Atmosphere, the First Death

The bard Edkin once swore an oath against tyranny to fight for the weak without asking for anything in return.

He is active in the Sword Coast area, usually listening to the conversations of adventurers and mercenaries in taverns, and will come forward when he finds signs of evil forces moving.So far, he's doing well and is a qualified harpist.

There is no pay for this work, and the Harpers do not have a strict framework. Everyone comes together spontaneously to pursue a righteous cause.

When Edkin was a happy bachelor, he didn't think money was important and could never save half a copper in his pocket. But now that he has a true love, his wife is pregnant, and the pressure of life implicitly reminds Edkin that it's time to save money.

His wife always supported Edkin unconditionally and never forced him to change his mind. Once, the couple went to the market to buy vegetables. The wife negotiated with the vendor for a tomato. They argued enthusiastically, as if they were fighting a great battle, and finally saved a copper coin. On the way back, his wife apologized to him because it was shameful to negotiate like this.

"However, we earned this copper coin." They both laughed, the wife was full of joy, but Edkin's mouth was full of bitterness.

An unexpected heavy rain blocked Adkin's way home. He looked out the window at the dark and muddy world. A thunderbolt exploded in the clouds, frightening his thoughts out of his thoughts. Then he turned to Stan, who was staying with him, to ask about what he had seen in the evening.

"Li, how did you meet that friend? He doesn't seem like a man to deal with."

While soaking his feet, Stan flipped through "Playboy", his carefree appearance made Edkin secretly jealous, and cursed him to enter the palace of marriage as soon as possible.

"You mean Lin."

"His name is Lin?"

"Lin De, Lin's surname. He is a very easy-going person. If you take the initiative to say hello to him, you will find that this person has a good heart besides being straightforward. You especially cook well. He used to When staying at my house, Jiali and I had good luck every day."

It is still difficult for Edkin to connect a mysterious man with a cold demeanor and a head hanging from his waist with the kind-hearted food lover in Stan's mouth.

"Then what is the silver staff in his hand? The female elf and the group of men in black are all very interested in it."

Stan's answer was drowned in the sudden thunder, and Edkin couldn't hear it clearly. He asked again, but Stan didn't answer. He wiped his feet and took out the basin to pour water.

Adkin followed him with a candle to provide light at night, and at the same time changed the subject, inquiring about Lind's origins and past.

The two were chatting, and when they passed through the hall where the lights were turned off at night, the surroundings were pitch black, the wind was whistling, and there was a faint rotten smell in the air, which seemed to be the smell of damp and moldy floors, or it might be the smell of spoiled food.

The elk was still lying in the corner, far away from the window she had broken during the day. It seemed to have rested at this time. There was only a starling standing on its back, and the rest were missing.

Stan opened the door and poured water. A flash of lightning illuminated a body lying in front of the inn door. The previous putrid smell came from it.

"Dead people!" he shouted, his tone not panicking.

Edkin heard the sound and went away, and he was shocked when the corpse came into view.

The deceased was obviously dressed like the group of men in black during the day. He originally suspected that these people might be related to the red-robed wizards in Sale and regarded them as a major threat. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man fell silently in the rainy night.

"What to do?" Stan asked.

"Let's go notify Mr. Jamal, and then call everyone over." Adkin stepped forward and lifted the hood of the corpse, letting out a trembling inhale.

A quarter of an hour later, the lights in the hall were bright, and everyone in the inn was present. The female elf had also returned to her human form, and several starlings flew back to her shoulders, chirping.

Maybe this would be a good time to dance if it weren't for the wet corpses on the floor.

The Cyres came so quickly that they did not allow others to examine the body.

Edkin knew that the corpse was an undead, with a bald head and tattoo-like marks of witchcraft on the body surface, all of which were the characteristics of a red-robed wizard.

He made no sound, but his heart was frightened.

The boss, Jamal, rubbed his hands uneasily and his eyes flickered. The guests who didn't know the truth were all talking. Everyone wanted to know the cause of death and then find out the murderer hidden in the crowd. No one knew whether the next victim would be themselves.

"Hey! Don't you want to know who killed your companion?" The dwarf guard Barenda Horn shouted in a rough voice. His uncle Joyn Horn stood aside, secretly looking at everyone with suspicious eyes, his face The look on his face seemed to be watching a group of thieves.

"He's fine. You don't need to worry about him." The leader of the red-robed wizards replied firmly.

"Everyone is dead, but it's still fine?" A human traveler sarcastically said, and the others all laughed dull and short.

"Who saw the deceased go out?" Edkin asked, looking at the female elf, "You have been in the hall."

Druid said, "I didn't see him go out, but..."

"But what?"

"There seems to be some bad changes in the inn. One of my companions tried to leave, but flew back here." The starling on her shoulder chirped, as if to testify to the elf's words.

The halfling Tao Na hid behind Linde, stuck out half of her head and looked at the corpse.

"Mr. Lin, how did he die?"

Linde shook his head, "There are many possible ways to die. But he was murdered by the devil."

"Devil? Is there a devil in the inn?" The people around were frightened by the magician's words.

"Impossible, the devil is in hell and won't come out." A pale old man said hoarsely, "unless he is summoned."

Lind looked around, and most of the people did not dare to look at him. The magician seemed to be looking beyond the crowd, checking the air in the entire hall. He said softly: "The sacrifices started very early. Every time a person dies, the devil Come faster.”

The timid person began to tremble and scream when he heard the thunder outside the house. He quickly prayed to the gods. For a while, the inn was buzzing with prayers.

Edkin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squeezed out a smile, and asked Linde: "What do you mean it started early? And the devil you mentioned, uh, why did you come?"

Linde glanced at the harp player, feeling that this person looked familiar, and he looked like an actor in appearance.

"I met thirteen devil worshipers on the road. They staged thirteen suicides in front of me and imposed a curse on me. As long as there are sinful people around me who die, their souls will become sacrifices for the devil to come. Now it is far away from it It’s coming, just a little bit closer.”

Travelers stayed away from Linde.

Jamal, the owner of the inn, said with a mournful face: "Guest, I will return the money to you, and this store will not do your business anymore."

"The devil takes the initiative to kill people, which means that this inn has been chosen as the place to descend." Linde explained, "The rain will not stop, and no one can leave until the rain stops."

"Does that mean we're trapped here?"

"Yes."

Seeing the anger among the people, Adkin quickly asked loudly: "Then do you have a solution?"

"Yes, when the devil comes, I will kill him." The magician's tone was like waiting to pop a pustule, and the ease of the tone made people feel absurd.

"Crazy!" the old man screamed, "he's a crazy man, drive him away!"