Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 4 Kidnapping
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

The woman looked out through the keyhole and opened the door.

A man walked in.

It also looks a little familiar.

Appears to be a circus clown.

Allen wasn't so sure.

After all, when the clown performed, the makeup was too heavy.

"Is this the kid who ate candy yesterday but didn't faint?" the clown asked the woman.

"So this time I used double the dose!" The woman smiled triumphantly.

"Is he well-qualified?"

"Medium aptitude, ogre bloodline."

"That's it? It's very ordinary!" The clown was full of doubts. "For such a dispensable brat, the leader specially asked the two of us to stay, isn't it too much?"

"The head of the group is mainly curious. Why was this kid not fascinated in the circus yesterday afternoon? He wants to catch him and study it for himself," the woman explained.

"What a boring curiosity!" The clown shrugged and spread his hands.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and buy a boat ticket, and buy the biggest suitcase that can hold this boy. I don't want to look too suspicious when I get on the boat." The woman said to the clown, "Also, by the way, help me order one breakfast."

"You are so wordy!"

"Hey! Listen! Last night in bed, I didn't complain about you asking too much!"

"Okay, I owe you."

……

Not long after the clown left, breakfast was delivered.

Bread and jam, and a piping hot bowl of cream of mushroom soup.

The woman put the dinner plate on the table and turned her head into the bathroom.

Through the door, Allen heard the sound of rushing water.

The toxins in his body have subsided, and his body has regained its vitality.

He got up quietly, took out the green face mushroom from his pocket, and walked to the dining table...

When the woman came out of the bathroom, Allen had already lay back to his original position, still in a coma.

The woman didn't notice the slightest difference, and sat down to eat.

Breakfast was to her liking.

Especially the bowl of soup, the portion of mushrooms is very generous, and the taste is very delicious.

But after a while, she felt something was wrong.

First there was a strong dizziness, followed by hallucinations in front of my eyes.

It was as if countless glowing little people grew out of the wall and danced around her...

"Damn it!"

The woman climbed up with support, leaned on the wall, and staggered towards the door, intending to open it for help.

At this time, a figure appeared from behind her, holding a heavy brass candlestick in his hand.

Taking advantage of the female kidnapper being poisoned and unconscious, and losing her guard, Allen raised the copper candlestick, exerted all his strength, and slammed it hard on the back of her head from behind.

Bang! !

With a muffled sound, the woman fell to the ground.

A large part of the back of his head was sunken, and his limbs were still twitching.

Allen gritted his teeth, made up his mind, picked up the candlestick, and hit the back of her head twice.

Bang!Bang!
The woman lay on the ground, limp and motionless.

The broken occipital bone gushed out a lot of blood.

Allen put down the candlestick.

Take a deep breath.

Force yourself to calm down.

With trembling hands, he reached out to the woman's face to confirm that he was not breathing, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

A quick search of the body found a wallet, a dagger, and a vial of potion.

It is systematically identified as "White Flower Datura Extract", which contains a high concentration of Daturaline.

The handkerchief that the woman covered his face before, and the candy he ate at the circus yesterday all contained this toxin with a strong hypnotic effect.

Allen opened the door and was about to go downstairs when he heard heavy footsteps downstairs.

Looking down, the clown is walking into the hotel with a big suitcase.

Depend on! !

Allen quickly retreated to the guest room and closed the door.

The way downstairs is blocked, what should I do?
He hurried to the window and pushed it open.

Below the window on the second floor is a street.

Jumping from the window on the second floor, which is more than seven meters high, will make a lot of noise even if you don't break your legs and feet, which will arouse the clown's vigilance.

Allen held on to the window sill, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​jumping off the building and escaping.

He hurried back to the door, dipped the blood from the woman's body with a handkerchief, and smeared it on the window sill.

There was a creaking sound from the stairs outside the door.

The clown is carrying a suitcase and is going upstairs.

Allen put the handkerchief back into the corpse pocket, turned around quickly, and hid under the bed.

Holding the potion bottle in his left hand and the dagger in his right, he held his breath and waited quietly.

In the silence, only the beating heartbeat could be heard.

There was a knock on the door.

No one answered.

With a creak, the clown opened the door and walked in.

Seeing the woman's body at a glance, he couldn't help but exclaim.

His next reaction was completely in line with the logic of a criminal's behavior.

The clown quickly covered his mouth, and looked back furtively.

After confirming that no other tenants were disturbed, he closed the door.

He walked quickly to the woman's body and knelt down to check the wound.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly realize that the boy the woman had tied back before was gone!
The clown stood up, looked around, and saw that the window was open.

On the window sill, there was still a dazzling bloodstain.

The clown's face was gloomy, as if he had guessed something, he walked quickly to the window and looked out.

"Damn kid! Have you escaped by jumping out of the window?"

The clown leaned against the window, muttering to himself.

At this time, Allen got out from under the bed, walked lightly behind him, and stabbed him fiercely!

Swish!
Cold light flashes!
The sharp dagger pierced deeply into the clown's back.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The clown screamed, turned around instinctively, kicked his foot on Allen's chest.

Bang! !

Allen staggered back from being kicked, and sat on the bed with tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing.

This clown has superb martial arts skills!

Fair duel, I am definitely not his opponent!
Even if he was stabbed in the back, bleeding profusely, and the clown's face was distorted in pain, he still had the ability to fight.

He pulled out his own dagger from his waist, and approached with gritted teeth, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Little bastard! You are dead!"

Before the words fell, Allen suddenly raised his left hand.

The liquid in the potion bottle was splashed on the clown's face.

The clown exclaimed, and quickly wiped his face.

Wet liquid, exuding a familiar smell.

Is it...?
The clown suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart turned cold.

High-concentration Daturaline solution is inhaled through the nostrils and mouth.

After a few seconds, the clown slipped and fell to the ground while leaning on the wall, his eyes glazed over.

Allen threw the candlestick over first.

Smash the dagger from the clown's hand.

Seeing that he had no ability to resist, he boldly stepped forward and stabbed him on the neck!

Throwing down the dagger, Alan broke out in cold sweat, his hands shaking constantly.

Barely keeping calm, he quietly left the hotel.

Flying home, he first told his father the whole story, and then the father and son went to the police together.

When the police came to the scene of the hotel crime, the two kidnappers were dead, and the floor was covered with blood.

Allen remained at the police station until noon.

After recording the statement, he was interrogated several times by the police chief.

In the end, he couldn't find any valuable clues, so he sent him away angrily.

After leaving the police station with his father, Alan's heart was still heavy.

Those two kidnappers belonged to a criminal group disguised as a circus, specializing in abducting and trafficking children, especially children with magician qualifications, and it seemed that they could sell for a higher price.

Kill them both, this matter is not over yet.

What if the accomplices come back for revenge?
Will parents and sister be implicated?

After this turmoil, Allen deeply realized that the world he lives in now is more dangerous than before crossing.

Without the ability to protect oneself, it is a luxury to live a stable life!
Since I am in a world where "warlocks are respected", since I have the blood of warlocks...

If you want to become stronger, the most feasible way out is of course trying to become a warlock!

(End of this chapter)