Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 632 The Parade Ends

Theresa didn't say anything more. If they continued like this, the casualties would be caused by the two of them.

It would be fine if only one person was killed, but if two were, then her "same kind" ability would be invalidated.

Therefore, the best option for Theresa is to reunite with the main force as soon as possible. As long as there is someone by her side, she can ensure her own safety. If there is one person who can survive to the end, it must be herself...

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Nick followed the celebration parade around the town.

Through this opportunity, they also tried their best to memorize the topography of the town.

There are two landmark buildings in the town.

One is the mayor's house, which is much larger than other residential buildings, and the other is a church.

If you encounter any strange situation in the town, it is likely related to these two places.

The mayor's residence stands out from the crowd.

The other houses had three floors at most, but the mayor's house not only had a larger area, but also had a total of five floors.

Moreover, from the outside, it doesn't look like a residence but more like a closed building. After all, from the outside, there are very few windows in the entire building, and there are even no windows on the first and second floors.

When Nick and his friends wanted to sneak in, they had to spend time picking the lock and entering through the main door.

The other is the church. The church itself is mottled, but it is built very tall. You can see the church's iconic tower building if you look up from anywhere in the town.

However, the mottled appearance of the church's surface indicates that it has been in disrepair for a long time.

Nick pulled a few people along, with the same cheerful expression as everyone else on his face. He pointed at the church not far away and whispered to them, "After the celebration is over, we should find a chance to see if we can sneak into the church and take a look."

"You see, the route of our parade goes around the church. There must be something inside."

Miles didn't object.

"Look there, what's that?"

Just then, someone from Nick's team saw a new movement in front of the marching crowd.

They took wooden sticks and propped up a clown-shaped balloon, but strangely, there was no air in the balloon and it just stuck limply to the sticks.

Is this a ritual?

Or are they balloons prepared for the celebration?

"It's normal to have clown performances at celebrations, but who would be a good person and hang clown balloons..."

Someone complained quietly.

Unexpectedly, his voice was not loud, and the celebration team suddenly stopped. Everyone stopped and remained silent, just looking at them.

From being extremely lively, it suddenly became as dead silent as a library. This gap made the smiles on several people's faces freeze, and cold sweats ran down their faces.

Being silently watched by countless pairs of eyes, this feeling of being the center of attention is something you will never forget once you experience it.

The team members stepped back subconsciously, and a few of them looked at the guy who spoke with some blame.

Nick felt the parchment on his chest getting hot and suddenly remembered something. He turned around, only to find that Miles had already closed his eyes tightly.

Damn, that's what the clown balloon said.

Nick immediately closed his eyes and yelled, "Everyone, close your eyes."

He took out the parchment scroll from his chest with his hand. The moment he touched the scroll, a large amount of information flowed into his mind.

"Trigger the sacrifice. Three people will be selected as sacrifices. Do you want to use the characteristics of the parchment scroll to re-define the range of the selected sacrifices?"

Redefine the scope of sacrifice?

Does it mean that other things can be used as sacrifices instead of them?

Because the description was too vague, it was difficult for Nick to determine what effect using the parchment scroll would have.

Nick closed his eyes tightly. He could faintly hear strange laughter in his ears. There was no doubt that it was related to the clown, and as the laughter was getting closer, nothing good was going to happen.

There is no choice.

The worst case scenario is just like now. Is there anything worse than them being targeted by an abnormal thing?

So Nick said to himself: Use the parchment to redefine the scope.

The originally hot surface of the parchment scroll instantly turned cold, as if something inside had been consumed.

The laughter in their ears suddenly became distant and almost imperceptible.

There was another sound, a crackling sound.

Accompanying this sound is a special fragrance - the fragrance of burning pine resin.

This is also recorded on the parchment scroll.

There was also some new movement among the dead silent crowd around.

A loud voice began to cheer, and then everyone began to respond like a tsunami.

Nick opened his eyes and his hands shook uncontrollably.

In front of them, a flame suddenly ignited on the propped up wooden stick. Thick smoke billowed upwards. The original clown balloon was now wrapped in flames, and its originally shriveled body swelled up as if it was inflated.

But in Nick's vision, he could see that under the clown's heavy makeup, there were three familiar people, especially the bearded man in the lead. He was very easy to recognize, and under the exaggerated makeup, there was a weird sense of humor.

But no one wanted to laugh.

Others who opened their eyes also saw this scene.

The crowd around cheered for the three huge and strange "clown torches", but Nick and the others couldn't force themselves to blend in...

Because they also recognized the three people hanging above as Theresa’s three team members?

Why are they here?

What happened?

Why is this happening?

This is the question in everyone's mind.

At this moment, Miles said with some relief: "Fortunately, some people did not participate in the celebration and were chosen as sacrifices first..."

Her tone was full of relief.

Another team member was somewhat dissatisfied with Miles and said, "You are too cold-blooded."

Miles looked at the guy who was talking and said unhappily, "Get it clear, I didn't ask you to watch the clown, nor did I ask you to criticize the clown. You also read the contents of the parchment scroll. Did you do it?"

"If some people hadn't missed the celebration, you would be cosplaying as a torch right now. You're lucky to be alive, and you still care about what others think?"

"If I were Nick, I would just kill a brainless guy like you instead of using a scroll to transfer the sacrifice quota."

Miles' words revealed a lot of information.

The most crucial point is that the sacrifice quota can be transferred through the scroll.

What is a sacrifice? The clown hanging on a stick and lighting a sky lantern has now shown his true colors.

Being able to transfer sacrifices is the most powerful ability. As long as you can master it, aren’t everyone else scapegoats?

The team members remained silent, but they were concerned about the parchment scroll.

As for whether what Miles said was true or false, there was no need to doubt it, because Nick "semi-forced" Miles to take the scroll. It didn't belong to her anyway, and it was better for her to reveal its function than for everyone to know nothing and become a designated sacrifice.

Nick frowned, and Miles said a few words as if he had intentionally sacrificed another team member: "Let me make it clear that I didn't know the contents of the parchment beforehand. It was only when I met the clown just now that the surface of the parchment became hot. After I picked it up, I was given the option to redefine the scope of the sacrifice."

"Moreover, at that time, I didn't know what it meant to designate the sacrifice options. After the re-designation was confirmed, I couldn't designate the candidates. This parchment scroll is not as powerful as you think."

The team members remained silent and looked at each other.

One of them whispered, "Since you're not that strong, can you let me keep it?"

Nick ignored it.

Although the parchment scroll only has the function of redefining the scope of sacrifices and cannot specify sacrifices, it is a chance to start over at a critical moment, and the parchment scroll may have other functions.

It is impossible to let go. If I continue to worry about it, my originally relatively stable team will probably fall apart.

So Nick said, "We are a team, and it's the same if I'm in charge. I can guarantee that I will protect everyone's safety, just like this time."

The team members looked at each other and said nothing more.

They also knew that no matter what they said now, Nick would not take out the scroll, and compared with others, Nick's performance so far was still fair. If someone had to take it, he was indeed the best choice.

The matter was passed over so casually, but everyone knew that there was an obvious crack in the trust between them at this moment.

Nick took a deep breath, put a smile on his face, and started cheering loudly.

There was no way not to cheer, because due to their silence during the conversation, the people around them had already cast their eyes on them again.

Obviously, their abnormal behavior would most likely be judged as not participating in the celebration parade.

According to the scroll, the Harvest Festival is a festival of the town, and on this day, everyone must participate in the ceremony.

The six people were cheering and also saw that the three had already dressed up as clowns, jumping down from the torches and circling the crowd, performing a funny show from the front to the back.

The three clowns' smiles were exaggerated, but their eyes were filled with fear and they were constantly shedding tears. When they passed by Nick and the others, they seemed to know what had happened, and they stared at them with angry and resentful eyes.

Some people lowered their heads, not wanting to look at the clown.

Only Miles made faces at the clown and shouted, "Serves you right."

This action changed the way the players looked at Miles.

Nick cheered twice and said to Miles, "You seem a little different after coming back this time?"

Miles shrugged. "Of course. I've died once before and found that being afraid means death, but not being afraid means living. The worst outcome is nothing more than death. So what do I have to fear? Every minute I live longer is a gain. I don't have to accommodate anyone anymore."

Her answer was very casual.

Some team members thought it made sense, but others thought that maybe Miles knew something...

Just as she knew the function of the parchment scroll, she must know other contents.

To be more extreme, since Miles was able to find the parchment scroll and even gave it to Nick without hesitation, does it mean that she may have something better on her, so she doesn't care about the parchment scroll?

Once this suspicion arises, it is difficult to suppress.

In this situation, the celebration parade continued. Not long after, the taller Nick saw two people coming from the opposite direction through the crowd: "Theresa and Horn, they are coming too."

Miles smiled and said, "What a pity, there is no scapegoat this time."

Theresa and Horn blended into the crowd. They took small steps and mingled in the crowd, searching for Nick. They soon found Nick.

The eight people met up.

Theresa and Horn both looked very embarrassed, and there was a strange smell coming from their bodies...

"Praise the harvest! Long live the Harvest Festival!" Theresa shouted loudly, dealing with the celebration parade, and then whispered to Nick and others: "Something happened over there."

Behind Nick, a team member sneered at the team behind him and said, "I can see that three of you are performing in the back now."

Theresa stood on tiptoe and looked back, and saw three clowns in familiar clothes standing at the end of the team. At this moment, their faces had become a little blurry, but one could vaguely see that one of the clowns had a unique beard.

The three clowns suddenly turned their heads, as if they had noticed Theresa's gaze, and appeared not far from them.

Nick gently reminded, "Close your eyes."

Theresa and Horn closed their eyes.

After waiting for a while, Theresa smelled a special fragrance and slowly opened her eyes. Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about going to the wrong place by following the crowded crowd.

When I opened my eyes again, the clowns had returned to the front torch position. The raging flames enveloped the three clowns, and the surrounding residents were holding up torches.

They watched as the torches burned and trays of barbecue were piled high around the street.

When they returned to the square, the food on the tables was richer and more diverse.

The mayor slowly walked to the center of the square and said to everyone in an old voice:

"The Harvest Festival Parade is over."

"The dinner begins..."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Nick and others were led to a table by the residents.

Only four people can sit at a table.

There are currently exactly eight of them and they need to split into two tables.

Nick looked at them and said, "Myers, you sit at the same table with me. Theresa and Horn, you two come over too. I want to know what's going on over there."

Theresa patted Horn's shoulder and said to Nick, "It's okay, I'll talk to you, Horn will be at the same table with them."

Theresa pointed to the other side. Nick's teammates were already sitting next to the table. The four of them seemed to huddle together subconsciously.

Miles smiled and said, "It's okay, you guys chat, I'll go over there, I don't like too serious occasions."

Having said that, Miles went straight to the other side without waiting for their answer.