Chapter 10 The Strange Black Goat

Crown continued to go deeper along the hillside. He planned to practice shooting and dig some herbs.

As his ability in herbal medicine improved, he naturally learned that some herbs that had mutated and were thought to be unusable as medicine actually had extraordinary value.

There were weeds growing in front of us and the mule could no longer move forward.

He tied his mount to a birch tree as thick as a bowl, threw the empty medicine box nearby, and wandered around the area with his bag on his back.

"Coo," a large gray turtledove sang a happy song and flew over the branches.

Crown turned and drew his gun in one smooth motion.

"Bang!"

When he turned around and saw Turtledove, the arm holding the gun was already straight.

Don't speak, it's wrong to speak! I let you scream, you're dead, right?! Clown happily put the turtledove into the bag he had prepared long ago and continued walking forward.

He used the stick in his hand to push aside the grass, revealing a black sage.

There was no black sage originally. It is said that it is a mutation that appeared after the great changes in heaven and earth.

The deep black is so rich, with a faint halo flowing above it.

Some say that this is a deadly poison infected by the breath of evil spirits.

Taking out the medicine shovel, Crown carefully dug out all the herbs and placed them solemnly in a small wooden box.

Among the new knowledge that his increased proficiency in herbology brought him, he learned that the medicinal effect of black sage was more than ten times stronger than ordinary sage. In a sense, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a poison.

With black sage, he was able to create a more potent ointment for bruises and sprains.

Although it was on the outskirts of the mountains, Crown had a fruitful harvest.

His backpack of herbs was soon half full of gorse, clover, and ground grass, and he also hunted two pheasants and a rabbit.

The sun was setting, with a red halo around it.

Based on experience, Crown judged that it was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

He began to think back. In this day and age, camping in the wild in the middle of the night was very dangerous.

Wandering evil spirits or monsters would be very happy to accept these delicious meals.

When we returned to the mount's position, the mule had already eaten all the tender grass around the birch tree.

Crown put down his game and bag of herbs, found some larger rocks, and prepared to practice shooting.

He didn't find much prey and shot very few shots.

He raised his hand and threw the stone hard, then held the gun in one hand and took aim quickly.

'Bang, bang'

He fired twice before he hit the target.

After tilting his head to think for a moment, Crown continued shooting.

Wisps of insight filled his mind, and when the bullets in his backpack were used up, the chance of him hitting the speeding stone with the first shot had risen to about 80%.

A golden wall appeared before my eyes.

[Shooting: 1026/5000; Level 3] (You can hit fixed targets at medium and short distances with every shot, and you also have a high hit rate on moving targets.) At the current rate of improvement, his shooting skills will be upgraded in four or five days.

Crown nodded in satisfaction and took out six bullets from the pouch on his belt.

This was specially sewn by the predecessor, the purpose of which was to always keep bullets in his revolver.

After quickly loading, Crown picked up his belongings, mounted his mule, and began his return journey.

When he turned a corner, walked out of the forest and came to the northeast corner of Mr. Lockent's ranch, he stopped involuntarily.

This corner is covered with a coarse net and is where the owner raises chickens.

There are also several ferocious lion-headed geese and goats in the chicken farm.

Crown opened his eyes wide and watched everything that happened inside.

A long-haired black goat stood up on its hind legs and bent its front legs like a kangaroo, walking towards a small wooden house with its door open.

Behind the goat, three chickens lined up in a row, following dully.

The animals went inside, and Crown led the mules back into the woods, tying their mounts to trees.

He walked to a secluded place and observed the hut.

It didn't take long, about ten minutes.

The goat walked out of the hut and got on all fours.

Its mouth was chewing, with the chicken's claws sticking out.

Lure, eat chicken. This goat has become a spirit!

Crown came to the conclusion, he stopped looking in that direction and returned to his mount.

The sun began to set, and Crown remounted his mount, walked out of the forest, and galloped towards the town.

When passing by the chicken farm, he glanced at the goat eating chicken and found that the black goat was holding a handful of grass in its mouth and looking at him with its head tilted.

There was a humanistic glow in the goat's rectangular pupils.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Suppressing the slight feeling of fear in his heart, Crown rode his mule past at a gallop as if nothing had happened.

. . . .

The next day at noon, church.

Crown informed the priest of the strange phenomena he saw at Lockent Ranch.

Nick half-closed his eyes and nodded slightly: "It must be an evil spirit possessing him."

"What kind of existence are evil spirits? Why do they possess animals?"

"You can understand it as a spiritual creature of an evil spirit. Ordinary people cannot see its form without special means. Only by becoming a mystic can one observe it with one's own eyes. Some evil spirits feed on human emotions, and some evil spirits feed on the abundant energy and blood of animals. The evil spirits that possess animals belong to the latter."

The priest stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Are you interested in seeing how to destroy evil spirits?"

"Of course!"

Crown was more than happy to receive the church's training; he felt that after he expressed his desire to receive training from the church, the priest became much kinder to him and even invited him to observe.

Nick changed his clothes quickly, which surprised Clown.

He was wearing a silver half-body armor, holding an iron-clad round shield in his left hand that covered most of his body, and a flail in his right hand.

Looking at the spiked iron ball as big as a casserole, Crown's eyes twitched.

The priest was thin, but the weapon in his hand seemed heavy.

Crown once thought about becoming a deadbeat and delaying paying off his debts, but fortunately there was no conflict.

"Should we notify the patrol team?"

"No, these people are useless against evil spirits."

The two men led two strong horses out of the church stable and galloped towards the eastern suburbs of the town.

. . . .

At Lockent's ranch, Lockent was very surprised to see Nick and his companions in military uniforms.

He glanced at Crown suspiciously and asked in confusion: "Father, what happened?"

"You tell me!"

The priest turned around and gave an order, then said to Lockent, "Take us to the chicken farm."

Crown smiled at his big customer and said, "Sir, I discovered the identity of the chicken thief in your chicken farm yesterday."

Lockent was even more confused.

After discovering the chicken thief, shouldn't the victim be told directly? Why did he notify the church priest first?

(End of this chapter)