Chapter 399 Descendants of the Devil

"Hehe..."

Wilton really liked to see the painful expressions of others before they died, but in the end he did not kill Yotar. Instead, he stared at him for a moment and suddenly raised his hand to cover the person in his sight.

When he moved his hand away, Yotar had completely lost the previous memory. He only saw Wilton still sitting there decadently and cowardly, picking his ears weakly, and then moving his fingers in front of him to look at it.

"My God, this is really an unprecedented huge earwax!"

Yotar felt a little dizzy. He felt uncomfortable instinctively when he saw Wilton. He thought that it must be because he and this old guy were not getting along.

"Your Majesty, are you listening to me?"

"Sorry, sorry, Lord Yotar, I am accompanying you to the Order Association, right? Your idea sounds great, but it's my birthday in two days, so it may not be appropriate recently.

My birthday only comes once a year, and for the people of the whole country, this is something worth celebrating."

As he said, Wilton blew away his earwax.

Yotar's face was livid, but Wilton was right. In their eyes, the king's image was tall and perfect. If the king's birthday was not important, then nothing was important.

Citizens love to celebrate festivals, and any festival can cause them to celebrate and revel.

Yotar cursed Wilton's ancestors in his heart, but his face was still full of smiles: "Your Majesty is right, I actually forgot about this."

"So now finding the princes and princesses is the key. When I think of them not being here, I can't help but feel heartbroken. Even my birthday is not interesting."

"I don't think you lack any interest." Yotar complained in his heart, of course he didn't dare to say this directly.

The voice that seemed to be a war knight did not exist in his mind now. God knows where his consciousness could run everywhere, but Wilton was right, the successor must not be lost.

Even if Princess Golis is still here, and she ran back from outside by herself, it is not enough to have only one. No other bloodline owner will damage the purity of the cursed bloodline in the future.

"Those bounty hunters are all good-for-nothings, and the investigators and keepers are all good-for-nothings, a bunch of idiots who eat every day without working."

Yotar was still smiling despite his anger: "Your Majesty, don't worry, just enjoy your birthday party.

I believe that the princes will return to you safely. Maybe they are playing hide-and-seek with you now, or preparing a birthday surprise for you."

"Thank you for your good words, then I won't worry."

"As long as your Majesty is happy, I will withdraw."

Yotar left the hall, and then saw a flowerpot with precious flowers planted outside, and kicked it over directly.

"Birthday, birthday, wait old thing, sooner or later your birthday will become a memorial day!"

Recently, there are more garrison personnel on the streets of Cranbeya City, and investigators or soldiers can often be seen patrolling.

With them, people's sense of security has increased sharply, and colorful flags have been hung between the buildings on both sides, making the streets more lively.

On the roadside, pedestrians' faces were filled with happy smiles. When they thought that the king would parade on the road on King Wilton's birthday, they made more arrangements.

The people responsible for the arrangements did not include those gentlemen and ladies. They would only walk on the street in proper clothes at any time, with their chests and heads held high, and their heads would be tilted back to their necks.

When beautiful and glamorous young ladies walked on the road with parasols and saw water stains, they did not need to take a detour or worry about the hem of their skirts getting dirty. Usually at this time, a gentleman would take off his coat and spread it on the water stains for the ladies to pass.

Of course, it was limited to ladies.

They simply disdained the poor.

From time to time, beggars would rummage through the trash cans in the alleys. If the time was earlier, they could find Ria picking up waste next to the trash cans.

But now Ria was lying on the bed and could not move, so these people found a dishevelled woman next to the trash can.

The woman was dressed in tattered clothes, with skin ulcers all over her body. She reached out and quickly searched for something in the trash can. Finally, her eyes lit up behind her messy hair.

She saw a sandwich that was thrown away after only one bite. Perhaps the person who bought it disliked its taste or the salad dressing.

But no matter what, the woman had a meal.

She had gone to church to pray to the sun, but when those people saw her, they drove her out like a plague god, because they were preparing for a celebration recently and everything needed to be absolutely "clean".

And her existence was unclean.

If possible, she would also like to be like those people, but the gap between people is so big that it is destined from birth.

Ruthie held the sandwich, looked around, and ate it mercilessly, crying as she ate.

She was in her current state because of the animals.

Originally, Ruthie lived in the suburbs and made a living by raising livestock on the grassland there. She fed turkeys from time to time and drove cattle and sheep with her sheepdog Bray.

One day, she found that a special sheep often appeared nearby when she was grazing.

It had a pair of strong horns and a sturdy body, and was almost a perfect sheep. Ruthie tried to bring it back to her sheepfold, but every time she approached, the sheep would run away.

This didn't last long. One night, Bly, who was sleeping under the bed, suddenly barked wildly in the middle of the night.

Lutie woke up and found Bligh lying next to the window. The screams were anger and fear she had never heard before.

She lit the coal lamp and moved it closer to the window. This time, even she was startled and fell to the ground with a "thud".

Because the foreign sheep was standing outside the window looking this way, and it was still looking directly at her. Its face illuminated by the fire could be called a devil.

Lutie was frightened and cried. When the goat saw her crying, he left.

But the window of Lutie's house requires a person to stand up to see inside. The goat cannot be seen, and the goat left with its head not lowered at all.

In other words, it imitates the way a person walks and leaves here.

Lutte hugged Bray and cried bitterly. Bray also whimpered and kept wiping her tears with his tongue.

She didn't see the sheep again during the day the next day, but at night, Bly started barking again, and there was nothing outside the window.

The same happened on the third, fourth, and fifth days.

On the sixth night, Bly stopped barking. He pricked up his ears in the darkness, stared at the "devil" face by the window, opened the door and chased him out.

On the morning of the seventh day, Lutie woke up and started looking for Bligh, but found that he was missing and the door was open. When she went out to look for her dog, she found that all the animals were dead.

Chickens, cows, and sheep all fell to the ground in horror, their bodies covered with traces of being eaten by some creature.

Bly was not among them.

Lutie almost collapsed. She was afraid and found the pastor of a nearby church. The pastor said that demons, that is, supernatural beings, were targeting her. After exorcising the demons here, he assured her that everything was fine. As for the loss after the death of the animals, there was no such thing. within the scope of compensation.

Because she didn't buy insurance for her livestock.

Lutie felt that she was extremely unlucky, but with the pastor's assurance, she still did not choose to move.

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid that was the worst decision she ever made.

That night, the barking of dogs sounded again in the distance of the house. Lutie suddenly woke up, thinking that her sheepdog was back, so she opened the door with a flashlight and looked around for it.

But as the light reflected, two lights in the distance lit up, and Lutte seemed to see a human figure there.

The figure's eyes flashed with green light, and he walked a little bit towards this side, making dog barking sounds as he walked.

When it got closer, Luti realized who it was. It was the goat from before! The goat is now standing and imitating human walking, imitating Bligh's cry.

The priest had lied to her and the demon had not been exorcised at all.

Rather, they have no ability to get rid of it!

"Devil! Demon!"

Lutie screamed and hid in her house, locked the doors and windows, and blocked the tables, chairs, benches, and cabinets in front of them. She quickly glanced around and hid under the bed.

People's brains become unclear in times of crisis. Now Luti feels that if she had left everything and ran away, she might not be as miserable as she is now.

But there is no if.

The goat soon walked to the door of her house, barking "bark, woof", and then stopped.

The goat started knocking on the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One sound after another.

Lutte almost held her breath. She waited for a long time until the sound outside the door completely disappeared, and then she tentatively revealed her head to look around.

All safe.

She's fine.

There was no sign that the doors or windows had been opened. There was no sheep on the left, no sheep in front, and no sheep on the right.

"Plop, plop——"

She heard her heart beating rapidly, sighed a few times while covering her heart, and subconsciously wanted to lie down on her back.

Then.

The next second.

She came face to face with the head of a goat that was very close to her. The goat had been waiting for her to reveal its head on her bed!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Lutie screamed and tried to pull back, but the goat jumped out of bed, bit her hair and dragged her outward.

The fishy smell, the mouth full of blood.

The sheep in front of me is the culprit that ruined everything. Will I be eaten by it today?

Lutie's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes: "I'll fight you, you devil!!!"

She took out the knife she had prepared and stabbed it into its neck, but the goat seemed not to feel the pain.

It leaned down and gave this poor woman a night more terrifying and humiliating than death.

After one night, the goat disappeared, and Lutie seemed to be mentally disturbed.

She touched her belly, laughed like crazy, and set fire to burn it all, but in the end, she survived the flames and succeeded in losing everything.

She is pregnant with a goat’s child…

The devil's child...

Can't die.

The church that represents light will say that it is the devil.

Nor can we take revenge for killing them.

What a cute puppy he is.

Ha ha.

Hahahahahahahaha——

Lotte staggered and clutched her stomach as she walked away, joining the ranks of the homeless.

"Tear!" Now standing next to the trash can, Lutie ate the sandwich with force, feeling like she was tearing raw meat.

She was crying while eating. When she lowered her head, she could see her belly which had become extremely huge. It was so hideous that the blood vessels protruded and veins popped out. From time to time, she could see obvious signs of fetal movement in it.

She was pregnant, and few people dared to cause such trouble, but only she understood that her pregnancy was less than two months old.

The continuous generation of progesterone made her increasingly reluctant to kill the child, even though she couldn't kill it in the first place.

What would she give birth to?

A sheep? Or a human, or a half-human, half-sheep.

No matter which one it was, she instinctively couldn't accept it, but with the appearance of hormones, she began to look forward to it.

"It seems that in two days, it will be your majesty's birthday. If you can be born on that day, you can see an extremely grand celebration.

What name should I give you? Will you be a boy or a girl?"

Ruthie caressed her belly lovingly, but the next second, she suddenly realized what she was doing, so she looked for tiles left and right, and raised the sharp tiles high to her belly.

"Beast! Even if I die today, you have to be buried with me!"

When she was about to do this, a rather strange creature suddenly appeared in front of her.

This creature looks like an owl, but if you look closely, you can find that it has four claws. Apart from that, it is too dark to see anything else.

Now, the creature stared at its belly with its eyes wide open, unblinking, and stretched out its front paws, as if it wanted to touch it.

Ruti retreated again and again, unconscious. She was now afraid of all animals except humans: "Get out of here, don't touch me!!!"

Little Shival turned his head, opened his mouth, spit out a Shival on the spot, and turned away.

Ruti didn't understand what it meant, but the guy threw money on the ground.

Even though it was only one Shival.

In Cranbeya, where prices are high, one Shival can't buy anything.

But Ruti still stared at the coin and picked it up for some reason.

Then, a voice that sounded inexplicably soothing appeared in her mind, as if a gentleman with the most proper etiquette stood in front of her and took off his hat to greet her.

[Do you have any wishes? ]

"I want to be like ordinary people here, or maybe I also want to attend the legendary dinner."

Somehow, Ruti said this.

[Any wish is worth fulfilling, as long as you can pay enough]

[Stay tuned]

The voice disappeared, and Ruthie hadn't come back to her senses yet. The severe pain in her abdomen told her that her due date was approaching, and the monster's offspring might be born soon.

On the street not far away, James found that little Shival was gone, and turned around and left, without any intention of waiting for it.

But soon, he found that Shival had turned into a plague doctor and followed him, and took off the small hat from his head again and put it on his own head.