Chapter 149 Revenge
John had a dream.
In the dream, he and Michelle returned to St. Brelade and to the nuns.
Their lives are not very good.
Whether they are priests, mysterious visitors or homeless people, they all look at them with eager eyes.
But they had nuns.
The nuns were always there to help them when they needed it most.
Sometimes it’s a bowl of hot potato soup, sometimes it’s a handful of wild fruits, sometimes it’s a warm hug.
At the end of the dream, the nun even gave her life for them.
"Thank God for bringing you to me."
"You will all have a bright future, I promise!"
The nun's last words rang in John's ears.
Her figure was completely erased by those dense golden chains.
"nun--"
John roared and sat up from the ground.
At this moment, he was already in tears.
He panted heavily and looked around, but found nothing.
Only the wand and silk scarf were still tightly held in his hands.
John stared at the wand blankly, and a touch of blood gradually appeared in his eyes.
All his memories have been restored.
This did not answer all the questions in his mind.
For example, the nun apparently died from [Unbreakable Vow].
But what is the content of this oath?Who did she make an appointment with?
On top of that, the nun is a witch.
Why would she succumb to the priest if she possesses magic?
Surrender to St. Brelade?
There are too many questions.
But John didn't care about these things.
Now he just wants to do one thing!
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, John did not continue to maintain the effect of the polyjuice potion, and walked out of the crypt in his original appearance and walked towards St. Brelade.
The moon has already risen now.
The bright moonlight and starlight shine on the earth, making the purple-pink thistles all over the mountains look particularly evil.
The strong sea breeze blew, carrying thistles and slapping them on John's legs and back, as if urging him to move forward faster.
The sharp thorns of thistles were so sharp that they hurt John even through his clothes.
But John didn't feel any disgust in his heart, and even had a slight smile on his face.
Because these thistles are his kind.
The flower language of thistle is revenge!
And he is the Avenger!
Urged on by the sea breeze and thistles, John moved faster and faster.
He rushed down the hillside like a ghost, rushed into the deserted St. Brelade, and finally stood in front of the priest's door.
Without any hesitation, John opened the door.
The room was filled with melodious music.
It was Bach's "Come, Savior of the Infidels."
The priest was sitting on a sofa next to the bed, holding a goblet in his hand.
He looked like he had drunk a lot, his face was as crimson as the red wine in the glass, and his head was swaying to the music.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention. He turned around and frowned after seeing the person clearly, and asked with some uncertainty:
"Are you...John?"
John did not reply, but looked at a wooden display cabinet not far from the pastor.
There were a large number of torture instruments such as whips, nail pliers, and iron chairs.
"Is this what you used to torture the nuns?"
John said calmly.
But the blood in his eyes became a little more intense.
Upon hearing this, the pastor was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
He seemed to be drunk, he stumbled up and came to the display cabinet and said:
"Are you talking about Sister Shafiq? In fact, because of her special status, I didn't impose many punishments on her. At most, I only used a whip."
The priest took out the whip. "This whip is specially made. It will not cause serious harm to people. But as long as it is soaked in salt water, it will inflict great pain on the victim."
"But it's still a bit unsatisfactory."
The priest put down the whip and took out other torture instruments, "So generally speaking, I will go to other women on the island to attack. For example, I will use this torture pear. You should know what it is, right? It can..."
As John listened quietly, the pastor began to talk about his collection.
After all the torture instruments were introduced, the priest let out a long sigh and said:
"What a pity. If that guy Oliver hadn't been causing trouble for me. If those mysterious visitors hadn't given up on me, I could have continued to live as happy a life as I once did!
Now I am like a prisoner imprisoned.I can only stay in this shabby place with nothing to do every day.
Good thing you're here, John.
The Mysterios have been looking for you for a long time.
As long as I can catch you and hand you over to them, I believe they will trust me again and let me live a good life. "
After the pastor finished speaking, he rushed towards John with a ferocious smile.
When he thought about it, although he neglected to exercise on weekdays, he was still an adult anyway. It was easy to deal with a boy like John who was not even 15 years old.
However, the next moment, he saw John pull out the nun's wand with golden runes.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible force came from his legs, and he was hung upside down.
"This is... magic!" the priest roared with wide eyes, "Damn it! You and that nun are both wizards! Both are devils!"
"Devil? Hehehe——"
John was amused by the pastor.
He took out the torture instruments from the cabinet and placed them one by one in front of the priest.
Now the pastor finally started to panic. He struggled hard and begged:
"John, I was wrong, I said the wrong thing. You are a good boy, and good children shouldn't play with these things. Be obedient and put it down..."
"You have worked so hard to help me introduce them one by one. How can I do it without giving it a try?"
As John spoke, he stabbed the torture pear directly in, and then turned the mechanism.
Amidst the blood splattering, the priest's wail suddenly sounded, the sound was so loud and tragic that it even overshadowed the music in the room.
John continued to pick up other torture instruments and used them on the priest himself according to the usage introduced by the priest.
The torture instrument was less than half used, and the priest's whole body was stained with blood, and his wailing became fainter.
However, John had no intention of giving up.
He took out the white essence, first poured half of the bottle into the pastor, and then poured the rest into the pastor's mouth.
Immediately, the priest's injuries quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Stop, please, don't do this! God, help me..."
lamented the priest, sobbing.
He looked desperate.
But what greeted him next was John's eyes that had been completely stained with blood, and an even more brutal punishment.
At the same time, a wizard covered in black robes had arrived below the priest's building.
Listening to the priest's screams in the small building, the man couldn't help but licked his lips and said to himself:
"Aha! Looks like someone has already got there first!"
After saying this, he stepped into the small building.