When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#639 - Lightning Slime?

When Horn, dressed in a neat jacket, appeared in the alley near the official residence square, he saw Lana shivering under a blanket.

The little Lana girl looked listless, even her two energetic braids drooped like exploded weeds over her shoulders, her eyes filled with fear and lingering shock.

Several mind witches and priests surrounded her, beads of sweat on their foreheads, alternately using divine magic and spells to soothe her mind.

Don't underestimate her just because she's a little maid; she has served as the personal maid of Exorcist Saint Jeanne and Natural Theology Academy Dean Saint Sylvief, and even manages Horn's daily meals.

For her to be attacked near the official residence square, and even by lightning, isn't that a slap in the face to the Papal Palace?

Horn's expression turned uncharacteristically gloomy.

After that lightning incident, the mysterious wizard or demon had never reappeared.

To catch this mysterious person, he even increased the number of night watchmen and military police, and patrolled every day.

Unfortunately, after three months of heightened alert, they caught nothing. Just as spring arrived, news of the Cheese Bay victory came, and to avoid affecting trade, the city hall had to cancel the search.

Horn had thought that this wizard or demon had already left Autumn Twilight Island, but after lurking for more than half a year, he struck again at this moment.

And he came out with a big one, actually targeting someone close to Horn. Fortunately, Lana was unharmed.

Walking to the wall, Horn reached out and touched the still-warm surface, the residual traces of lightning.

Large patches of mortar and lime plaster had fallen off, revealing the red brick wall underneath, and the air was filled with the foul smell of burnt feathers.

On the ground was a shattered wooden food box, its pea and vegetable soup spilled everywhere, and the cheese biscuits and white bread even had traces of scorching.

"Who is in charge of the scene?" Horn asked coldly.

The night watch captain of this district, wearing a black studded cap and a geared iron arm on his right hand, quickly stepped forward to Horn: "Reporting, Your Excellency, it's me."

"Tell me about it," Horn's expression softened slightly.

This was clearly a veteran of the Savior Army. Accurately speaking, Autumn Twilight Island was able to have one law enforcement officer for every hundred people thanks to these retired veterans finding new employment.

According to the veteran's account, Horn gradually understood what had happened. Earlier, he had ordered Lana to bring the meal over, and the girl had prepared the food at Horn's residence.

She should have called for guards to protect her, but today she didn't, instead coming alone.

When she passed this alley, she just entered a blind spot in the patrolmen's line of sight. As soon as she turned the corner, she was attacked.

When the night watchmen arrived, they saw only the fallen Lana and the food scattered on the ground.

"So she is the only witness?" Horn asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid so, and the only survivor," the veteran glanced at Lana with pity.

At this moment, Lana, after several rounds of mental spells and divine magic to soothe her, had stabilized her spirits a lot. Noticing the gazes of the two men, she walked directly towards Horn.

"Don't be afraid, little Lana," Horn put on a gentle smile, stroking Lana's head, "I'll have the Cheka send someone to protect you. Remember to take the main road in the future."

Lana mustered her courage and said, "I, I saw, saw what it looked like."

René, who had rushed over after just hearing the night watchman's report, stepped forward and asked coldly, "What did it look like? Was it a human or a demon?"

"It was a demon, a slime demon!" Lana's body trembled slightly as she said this, after all, ordinary people faced almost certain death when facing demons. "And it was a blue fluorescent slime."

Horn and René exchanged glances. Although they had guessed it was a demon, they never expected it to be a slime.

Acid slime, herbal slime could be acceptable, but what combination was lightning slime?

"It, it was clearly a slime, its body was transparent, filled with light blue mucus, and it even had a spore sac," Lana swallowed, "But it had limbs, and sharp teeth, look!"

Lana rolled up her sleeves, and on her thin arm was a row of fine, bloody tooth marks.

René grabbed Lana's arm roughly and pulled it to his eyes, even reaching out to touch it. Lana glared and snatched her hand back.

René didn't mind, turning to Horn and whispering, "The size of cat teeth, but with two layers of teeth inside and out, and probably a circular mouth."

Horn nodded, continuing to gently stroke Lana's head: "Any other clues? Don't rush, you can tell me whenever you remember."

Lana thought for a while: "It seemed to have a very long mouth, I don't know if it was its mouth or nose."

"Did it have a slime core?"

"Yes," Lana asserted, "When I smashed it against the wall, it even cried out. When it ran away, it even roared at me!"

A slime that could mimic limbs with its body, had a mouth, and could even roar threateningly at Lana?

"A demon slime?"

A bald-headed psionicist from the Light Society shook his head: "Demon slimes don't have this kind of attack power or aggressiveness. We've seen a lot of demon slimes from Black Snake Bay.

Their biggest feature isn't that they can use magic, but that they are large and can devour and command other slimes, so they are also called slime kings.

I dare to guarantee that a slime that can simulate limbs and even has vocal organs is either the work of a holy spirit cough cough cough um um... or it's not a slime at all."

Horn frowned even tighter. He didn't care whether it was a slime or some other demon; he cared where it came from.

Before they arrived, there wasn't this thing on the island. How did it appear? Could the dredging project have dug it up?

Or... was the Church messing around?

After capturing Flyingfall Fortress, according to the Church archives and the correspondence between the bishop and the demon hunter castle, the other party's budget was only enough to deploy, and only deployed, a team of demon hunters.

Could this thing have been brought in by them?

Impossible, all the demon hunters at the time were caught, and now they've been directly hired as Cheka instructors in the prison. They should have confessed everything they needed to confess.

René's lower eyelid twitched twice, and he immediately turned sideways and ordered: "Put those demon hunter instructors under surveillance. If there are signs of escape, use any means short of death."

"Understood."

Several capable Cheka agents quickly left the scene.

Horn then instructed several night watch captains: "Didn't we get a few hounds recently? Bring them out. The demon's body must have Lana's blood in it. Also, take Lana to the infirmary, in case of poisoning."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Carried in the arms of three or five tall guards, Lana was escorted away from the alley.

Horn silently added this matter to the agenda and prepared to bring it up at the next meeting, while cleaning the sewers of the old ruined town and searching for this damned lightning slime.

Watching Lana's back disappear around the corner, Horn couldn't help but sigh: "She's lucky, she wasn't electrocuted to death."

"Hard to say."

Horn turned to look at René in confusion, but René tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the wall.

The first thing Horn saw in the direction René was pointing made his pupils shrink sharply.

On the side of the scorch marks, on the red brick wall, was a small patch of black lightning scorch marks independent of the other scorch marks. Although the outline was blurred, as long as you got close, you could clearly see—

It was a handprint! Even the palm lines were clearly visible!

But this was obviously a lightning-scorched mark, and Lana's hands had no ash and were not injured!

René said meaningfully in a low voice: "Do you remember when Lana first contracted the witch's disease and hadn't recovered before contracting it a second time?"

Horn was stunned and quickly ordered: "When Lana is being examined, send a blood sample to the Mechanical Palace."