The Record Of Barton's Fantastical Events

Chapter 87 - Wish

Chapter 87: Chapter 21 Wish

Translator: Doggotranslation

“Guilty.”

The sound of the gavel and the judge’s judgment sounded simultaneously in this space called the court.

Revenge was pulled up by the people around him, and the cross representing the law was tilted at this time. These people didn’t seem to bother to delay this matter concerning two people’s lives until the afternoon. The two hunters smiled helplessly and were rudely pushed out of the court. Next, they would be sent back to the Dark Room, and then at the beginning of autumn, which is the season of harvest, they would be offered their last meal.

Regret? Revenge could only blame himself for mistaking an enemy for a friend. He did not expect that James Rance, the son of the most famous general of the Federation, would be mixed up with a vampire and a werewolf. This country, at the most unlikely moment, the most unlikely state of Massa, has fallen.

If possible, Revenge hoped that he could kill the vampire that could walk in the sun in a cruel way, and tear the werewolf’s cursed skin off!

“Do you really want this? I heard your wish.”

Without warning, in the noisy court corridor, in the flashing lights coming from the reporters’ hand and many pairs of cold eyes, this strange voice was so clear! Revenge’s body was pulled and pushed to walk forward passively, but with doubts in his eyes, he searched everywhere for where the voice came from.

“Get ready, Spell’s son. Hehe.”

Revenge’s pupils constricted slightly. He turned his head, and glanced past the tumultuous crowd, his body, which inherited his father’s gene, allowed his gaze to fly past over people’s head, and meet with the woman with the shawl that had intricate patterns. It was the woman who only said one sentence in the witness stand. “He left home when he was sixteen”.

Spell Gale closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling between her eyelids, she couldn’t look into her son’s eyes directly. She is a person who understands Papa Midnight’s unusual rules of equivalent exchange the most. If she wants to save her son, she has to exchange using the other one. So when she wanted to save Ryan’s soul, she drew a terminator for Revenge’s future.

Revenge’s face had an expression of realisation. He had been thinking about why Connor’s body would return to the scene. Now he had the answer. Although he did not inherit Spell’s witchcraft lineage, he is still her bloodline, and he still knows the ‘lives’ that are hidden under the sun in this world! This tiny connection allowed a certain ‘progenitor’ to find him.

Unable to see any more things, his body was forcibly pushed forward. At the end of the corridor, bright sunlight in the noon covered everyone. After a short period of adjustment, Revenge had already seen the escort car pulled open by the prison guard outside the crowd.

A man in an old formal attire seemed to be a little different from others. He was not a hungry reporter who was eager to get the thoughts of people who were going to be executed, nor was he a police officer who pushed them to the escort car impatiently, nor was he a curious onlooker.

With an anxious face, he pushed through the crowd, and his thick glasses were knocked off his face by the surrounding crowd. The man seemed to curse something, but the tumultuous crowd quickly made his glasses disappear under their footsteps.

The man was even more anxious. He hunched his shoulders and squeezed through the people around him, and squeezed forward desperately. His squinted eyes looked at the numbers on Revenge’s chest while holding a pen in his hand. Under the environment of pushing and shoving, he tried to write down the meaningless number that represented Revenge’s identity in the prison.

What is this guy doing? Revenge’s thinking was “distracted” at a strange point in time.

“Nine, six...” Wells’s body was pushed away by someone next to him, “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Wells was angry! His eyes were blurred, and the numbers printed on the light blue background were moving away from him! Like an angry cat, he smashed into the crowd that pushed him away, violently pulled away the reporter who was blocking him, and chased the prisoner who was pulled away by the police!

This is his number! He can’t let this string of numbers go away from him! This is his only chance to get this string of numbers!

He can find out the name of the prisoner, he can find out the identity of the prisoner, but he will never have the opportunity to get a string of numbers that will only exist in the prison! This is his winning number!

Please understand the extremes of Wells’ thinking now.

It all started when he got home yesterday!

He opened the door, thinking that everything would be the same as usual. He would watch the end of ‘Cook’s Kitchen’, where the fat Cook showing his result of one hour of work, and then Wells stared at the TV, chewed on the dry and hard overnight pizza, and at the same time dreaming that one day, as soon as he got home, the delicious food on TV would appear on his table!

This was what he was thinking in his mind, but the facts subverted his worldview. After receiving an inexplicable instruction, all the retail stores in the neighborhood where his home was located were visited by him. With the winning scratchcards in his hand, there was no reason for him not to believe that there were some mysterious powers in this world!

So, he chose to believe the stranger who still wore a mask and sunglasses at night!

“Do you want to get out of your current life? Do you want to win the real jackpot? Do you want to have your own business?”

“I want!”

“Very good, do as I say.”

Wells believed that this was the turning point in his life.

He watched the man draw out his blood, and then draw it into a silver pen, and then as required, he wrote the address on the sticky note by the phone. After a night of excitement and anticipation, he first quit his job and then came here to wait!

Waiting for the number that represented the grant prize that only belonged to him.

The wait was long, but it was worth it! This string of numbers was right in front of his eyes! He squinted desperately, stretched out his neck, passed the arms of the guards that tried to stop him from moving forward, and recorded the combination of numbers that could change his fate.

Use the stranger’s blood as ink? Wells wouldn’t care about this! A silver pen? He wouldn’t care about this even more! He had to do everything that the person said. It was related to his fate, so he dared not to make any mistakes!

Cult? Under the deliberate influence of the hypnotizing eyes, this civil servant that was pushed to be a bait... actually, a former civil servant would never have thought of such a thing! Because the vampire Zach wanted Wells to get into the fish’s mouth as soon as it opened its mouth.

Zach and Benjamin’s car parked on the corner. The vampire pushed the door open and glanced at Wells’s empty car.

“I’m counting on you now.” Zach patted the werewolf.

As a person who had stayed at the Grande Funeral Home for almost two weeks, his smell has long been remembered by Benjamin. A city is too big, but if it is nearby, the werewolf can definitely find it.

“Over there.” Benjamin touched his nose and looked at the crowd behind the courthouse. He frowned: “There are people we know well.”

Zach squinted his eyes and sighed: “Revenge.” He had already seen two men in prison clothes pulled out by the guards from the back door. Zach recalled the conversation with James in the morning, “This is what James is going to do today, no wonder he looked nervous.”

The two walked towards the crowd.

The vampire deliberately clung to the tall werewolf. It is now late spring and the climate is approaching summer. Zach had no reason to wear a large round hat at any time, and his coat and gloves were no longer fashionable. There was only one pair of sunglasses covering his eyes.

It was already noon. At such a time, if Zach could, he would never want to go out. But now looking at the bait that could catch fish at any time, Zach endured it.

From a silver-colored bottle, the bright red ‘liquor’ was poured into Zach’s throat. He felt refreshed and pushed his way into the crowd with the werewolf.

We cannot ignore the vampire’s movement of having a meal. The crowd is too big and tempting towards the ailing vampire. This is an insurance measure to prevent the vampire from losing control.

Zach squeezed forward in the crowd, feeling many fresh bodies, exposed necks, excited heartbeats, and the fragrance of blood enveloping him. In other words, it covered up some things.

Zach’s eyes squinted behind the sunglasses, looking at Revenge, who was being pulled by the guard less than two meters away. It could be considered as a greeting. As for the twinkling eyes under the opponent’s frowning brow, Zach ignored it.

The werewolf’s sturdy body pushed away the people around him, and Wells, who was a few people away, still hunched his shoulders, and his head stretched like a tortoise, leaning toward Revenge’s chest. The guard seemed unable to do anything to this guy. Apart from pushing the prisoners and yelling them to go faster, he could not do anything to innocent citizens.

Zach’s hand was placed on Wells’s shoulder, and he just wanted to pull him back, but Wells locked it away. This persistent guy took a few steps forward, almost lying on the guard escorting Revenge.

Zach was a little annoyed. There were too many reporters in front of him taking pictures. He didn’t want to get too close, but Wells’s actions made the vampire, who already felt a little irritable, became even more dissatisfied. He pushed the crowd slightly and squeezed to the front row. , Put one hand on Wells’s shoulder and forcibly turned him around...

A smell that the vampire disliked rushed into the vampire’s nose the moment Wells turned around.

The vampire looked at the pen and paper in Wells’s hand. The red handwriting read a series of numbers, “What is this...”

The sturdy guard’s body was suddenly hit and tilted to the side, and Revenge’s bound hands thrust out under the guard’s body!

Wells looked irritably at the vampire’s face and noticed that the vampire’s face suddenly tightened, and then there was a sharp pain in his hand!

The silver reflection was inconspicuous in the crowd, and Wells now only had a notebook left in his hand. Revenge’s face was ferocious, and between the closed palms, he held a silver pen tightly. The sharp nib covered by the dark red ‘ink’ was thrust towards the vampire who was blocked by the crowd!

The crowd became chaotic.

Under the sunlight, the camera flashed violently, and the sunglasses on the vampire’s face flew sideways when pushed by the werewolf, facing the sun, the red pupils shrank in an instant, and the black silk thread suddenly spread throughout his eyes!

The gunfire sounded, there were no more selfless reporters in people’s screams, and everyone began to get down on the ground and scattered.

Falling on the ground, Revenge didn’t even cover the bleeding wound on his chest. He slowly turned his head and looked at the vampire who was still convulsing on the ground while being pressed down by a man with abnormally developed body hair, with a smile on his mouth.

“It’s a shame, only one of your wishes has come true.”

In the chaotic scene, this voice still went into the hunter’s ears, whose consciousness began to blur.

“There is still one more, do you want to give up?”

“No!” Revenge’s gaze moved upward, from the vampire to the strong man who was holding him down.

“Hahaha! Welcome to Papa!”