Chapter 36: The Funny Girl Was Taken Away Before She Even Showed Off.

"The road to acting begins with Douluo ()"!

Wilmot has lived for so many years, and he can also use tracking and detection magic, but he rarely uses this type of magic, so he is not proficient in it.

In the current situation, the murderer must be an extremely skilled habitual criminal. If he tries to find the trace using his detection magic, he will probably miss a lot of time.

The reason why Wilmot chose Momonga was because of his identity as an adventurer and his deeply hidden strength.

Wilmot could easily tell whether Momonga was clumsy or how much he weighed. After all, he had nearly 600 years of vision.

"Well, I accepted this mission, but you need to avoid it during the release process."

Wilmot Flying Squirrel had no objection to the request. He had no interest in finding out other people's secrets.

Wilmot nodded, turned and left the room where Momonga and Nabe were.

"Ainzsa, what should we do now?"

Momonga took out a cloth bag from the space, and in Nabe's surprised eyes, Momonga took out a lot of magic scrolls.

"Anzsa, what are you..."

"Nabe, you don't understand this. We must not underestimate the creatures in this world, so I have made sufficient preparations."

Nabe also looked at Momonga with admiration and praised: "As expected of the Supreme Being, he thinks comprehensively."

After Momonga used a lot of magic scrolls in an awkward manner, he got the specific location of the murderer.

"Huh? This location is... a cemetery? What does the other party want to do?"

Forget it, now that you know the location, let’s tell Wilmot first. Faced with such a strange thing, Momonga also wanted to join in the fun, and I guess Wilmot wouldn't stop it.

Momonga opened the door and said to Wilmot who was waiting outside: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I have found the location of the murderer, and it is in the public cemetery of E-Rantel."

"Cemetery? It's really strange... Anyway, thank you Mr. Momo. This is the reward I promised you."

Wilmot took out a black card with slow gold edges from his pocket.

Handed it to Momonga politely.

The first impression that flashed through Momonga's mind was that this was probably not a Swiss black card. It just looked very precious.

"Mr. Momo, with this Changan Black Card, you can use it in various countries. As a user who holds a black card, the funds in it are enough to support your living expenses. In addition, this black card is also a symbol of status. If you want to get a black card It’s not easy to get stuck.”

Momonga carefully looked at this exquisitely crafted gold-edged black card. After Wilmot's explanation, he roughly understood the specific function of the black card, which solved his financial and identity problems.

But how to use it specifically? Has the world already invented the credit card machine?

Before Momonga could ask, Wilmot thoughtfully introduced how to use the black card.

"Mr. Momo, the method of using the black card is very simple. You only need to inject magic power into the black card to activate it. After activation, you can withdraw the gold coins sealed inside."

Momonga also roughly understood that this world has not developed so-called digital currency transactions, and the black card is just a magic prop for storing currency. The secret was not as profound as he thought.

Wilmot took off his top hat slightly, bent slightly and said to Momonga: "Mr. Momo, I'll go ahead first."

"Wait a moment Mr. Wilmot, if you don't mind, we'd like to go there and have a look too."

Wilmot didn't reply, but just stared at Momonga silently. After a few seconds, he slowly sighed, "If you don't think this is a waste of your precious time, then let's go together."

At the door of the pharmacy, Li Qi sat in despair. Wilmot did not comfort her too much. Now she needs to cheer herself up.

If there was any words of comfort, Wilmot had already said it before.

When passing by Liqi, Wilmot just whispered quietly, "I will bring Nfilia back."

When Wilmot went to the cemetery, he did not forget to take away the remains of the members of the Black Sword. After burying them alive, Wilmot and Momonga rushed towards the public cemetery.

Why not place the four members of the Dark Team in a public cemetery? Naturally, Wilmot also had considerations.

The murderers are currently in the public cemetery and have no idea what they are planning to do. With everything still unknown, Wilmot didn't want them to be disturbed after they were buried.

When they arrived outside the public cemetery, the three of them saw the guards on the wall shouting in panic and violently poking at the bottom of the inner wall with their weapons.

"No, Captain! There are too many undead. If this continues, we will definitely not be able to withstand it. Why don't we retreat first!"

When the guard captain heard such irresponsible words from his subordinates, he was so angry that he slapped him in the face and reprimanded: "Withdraw? Where to withdraw? Our duty is to guard the cemetery and let these undead armies leave, yeah. Lantel will be destroyed!"

"But...we can't stop it, right?"

"Take a few people and speed up, and ask E-Rantel to send reinforcements. Whether we can hold on here depends entirely on your speed, please."

"learn!"

The guard shed a few tears, called two brothers and ran towards the city together.

Looking at the guards who were in a mess, Momonga couldn't help but joked: "It seems that this murderer is really rampant. It seems that he is very confident in his own strength."

Wilmot agreed very much with this. From the way the other party committed the crime, it can be seen that the murderer must be a guy with an extremely naughty character, and he should also have extremely strong strength.

No matter where you are, strong strength is always the foundation of success. The reason why the other party is arrogant and arrogant is because its own strong strength supports it.

Wilmot clenched his fists and smiled bitterly, "No matter how strong and perverted this murderer is, he will not be able to get out alive today."

Wilmot jumped over the cemetery gate with a slight leap and came to the cemetery where the undead were scattered.

Wilmot's arrival helped the guards on the wall share a lot of pressure. After discovering Wilmot, many undead flocked towards his direction.

The guard whose pressure dropped suddenly looked in the direction of the undead's march, and saw Wilmot in a black suit standing elegantly among the undead army.

"Hey, do you want your life? Run!" the guard captain shouted to Wilmot urgently.

Wilmot didn't seem to hear it and still didn't make any move, just like a statue.

Momonga and Nabe stood on the wall, silently watching Wilmot below. They had no idea of ​​taking action immediately. This was a good opportunity to test Wilmot's strength.

Momonga also made a plan. If Wilmot was not hostile, he would also come to the rescue. Wilmot's value was very high, and he was given a precious black card. Momonga didn't want to owe anyone a favor.

Although the black card was a reward for completing the task, what he did for Wilmot was not worthy of the gift Wilmot gave him.

Because of this, he saves Wilmot's life no matter what the situation. Of course, if Wilmot is strong enough to solve this incident, he will save this opportunity for next time.

It wasn't until the undead army was about to touch Wilmot that he slowly snapped his fingers, and with a crisp sound, Wilmot took action.

"Storm magic, wind of destruction!"

With this snap of his fingers, a blue gust of wind erupted from Wilmot's side, wiping out all the undead army within a radius of 100 meters.

Under the strong wind, all the bones of the undead army turned into debris.

Without the scum blocking his way, Wilmot walked slowly towards the church deep in the cemetery.

"Sure enough, Mr. Wilmot's strength has not been fully demonstrated yet. The magic he just cast reached at least the ninth level." Momonga sighed secretly in his heart.

Nabe also frowned. Facing Wilmot at this moment, she actually felt a sense of fear.

"Ainzsa, this human named Wilmot is probably stronger than me."

Although Nabe didn't want to admit that she was weaker than Wilmot, this was the fact, and she had to report it to Momonga truthfully.

"Well, I can see it, but this is just an example. Okay, let's follow."

The guards on the wall looked at Wilmot who left calmly, their eyes a little confused.

"Captain, did we see gods from time to time just now?"

"You ask me, who am I to ask? I don't know whether it's divine or not, but we definitely witnessed the birth of a legend."

After what they saw and heard today, every guard present felt that they could brag about their skills for a year. Have any other guards seen it?

Wilmot has no interest in the inner thoughts of these guards. He just wants to quickly find the murderer behind the scenes and give him a seven-page Euler boxing package!

In front of the church in the cemetery, people in dark red robes surrounded a Wu Ke magician. They were still whispering spells in their mouths. It seemed that they were responsible for everything that happened in the cemetery.

"Sir, an outsider is here!" A magician reported to Magician Wu Ke in a low voice.

Magician Wu Ke glanced at Wilmot through the gap between the magicians around him, with a look of extreme disdain on his face.

"It looks like he is the butler of some big family. There is nothing to worry about."

But since there was an outsider visiting, Magician Wu Ke still had to show some respect. He dismissed the magicians around him and took the initiative to look at Wilmot.

Wilmot took the opportunity to look at Magician Wu Ke and found that he was probably a regular magician and did not seem to be someone who could use piercing weapons.

But he has also heard stories about many famous people from Lord Sikong Zhen. Among them is a swordsman named Isshin Ashina. He seemed to be using a samurai sword to hit him, but he took out a halberd. Taking out a blunderbuss and shooting at you is extremely despicable.

Since he learned about this person from Sikong Zhen, Wilmot had no doubt about the authenticity of this guy. Out of caution, Wilmot did not take Magician Wu Ke lightly.

"You should have an accomplice in the crime. The guy who uses a piercing weapon. If he is here, call him out. There is no use being secretive in front of me!"

Wilmot observed again and again, but still ruled out the suspicion that Wu Ke magician would use a piercing weapon. From the opponent's behavior, it can be seen that he seldom runs, and his movements are much slower than those of the warrior type.

Therefore, Wilmot speculated that the other party should have a warrior-type accomplice, and it was also very likely that he was the murderer who killed the Dark Team and abducted Nfilia.

"Oh oh oh oh, I was discovered~Uncle, your observation skills are really careful~"

A yellow-haired woman wearing relatively revealing clothing walked out of the church with a funny expression.

Magician Wu Ke shouted angrily: "Clementine, what are you doing out here?"

"Ah la la, since we've all been discovered, there's no point in hiding. Why don't we just play with him." Clementine, the woman also known as "Funny Sister" laughed maniacally with perverted eyes. He looked at Wilmot and said, "Anyway, as long as you kill him as soon as possible, it won't affect your plan~"

Seeing that Clementine was so crazy, Magician Wu Ke sighed in displeasure, but considering the opponent's combat effectiveness, he still acquiesced to the opponent's actions.

"Hey, uncle, let's have a good fight!" Clementine proudly licked the rapier in her hand, not hiding her perverted side.

Wilmot was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, completely unaffected by Clementine's words. In his eyes, these two guys are already dead, and there is no need to care about the dead people's words.

Seeing that the funny sister wanted to continue nagging, Wilmot clapped his hands and interrupted her spellcasting, "Okay, okay, the chat is over. I came here to ask, you should be tied up." A young man named Nfilia, right?”

"Oh? Uncle, are you here to save him? What a pity, you definitely can't save him by yourself."

Wilmot didn't want to compete verbally with Sister Funny. He believed that he was not from Zuan as Sir Sikong Zhen said, and he could not achieve the feat of "eight years in Zuan, both parents are still alive". He didn't intend to waste words with Magician Wu Ke and Sister Funny.

"Now that's it, I'll invite you to take a tour of hell."

"Hell? Uncle, do you really dare to say that? Then let me see..."

Wilmot's figure flashed and he had already grabbed the funny girl's neck with one hand.

The comical sister's fighting consciousness is also terrifying. She used two martial arts skills just the moment she was choked.

"Don't fall into the fortress! The water speeds up!"

With the amplification effect brought by martial arts, Sister Funny broke away from Wilmot's shackles.

Wilmot just snorted and said jokingly: "Fancy!"

Just a second after Funny Sister broke free from Wilmot's grasp, Wilmot followed closely and strangled her neck again.

This time Wilmot had no ink marks, and with a sudden force of his fingers, he tore off the funny girl's head. Watch a clown show? unnecessary!

Magician Wu Ke was dumbfounded. He hesitated with his staff and couldn't pronounce the spell.

If a magic caster can't cast magic, what will be the result waiting for him? There is no need to think too much, there is only a dead end.

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