Just as Doka was about to help up the injured Buti, Chris reached out to stop him, preventing him from going to the field where he had just fought, and directed his team members to start inspecting the field.

Buti put away the light on the hilt of the sword. It was not an easy task to continuously infuse the power of order. In addition, he also had to guide the monster out of the building to avoid hurting the survivors inside. The energy consumed was still

There are quite a few, and now that it is safe, there is no need to continue.

Buti sat up and tied the hilt of the sword to his belt with great difficulty. He looked at the wounds on his arms. The main component was that the magic power of Chaos was quite powerful in causing physical damage to mortal races.

After just being rubbed, a hole was corroded into the clothes on his body, and even the skin on his arms was corroded into a hole by the magic power. Even under the enhanced vision, the rotten flesh could still be seen with a strong and substantial texture.

Mist floats above.

The surrounding law enforcement team members who were busy cleaning the battlefield did not affect Buti at all. He devoted himself to picking meat and there was no other noisy sound in his ears.

Doka scratched his head and realized that it seemed like the matter was over without doing anything. After getting Chris's permission, Doka walked quickly towards Buti.

"Uncle, are you okay? There's such a big pile of magic bullets."

Doka released a light spell and pinched it in his hand as a source of light when Buti was cleaning.

"The problem is not big, it's just a cut on the arm."

Hearing the concern from Doka, Buti was quiet for a moment, and when the treatment was almost completed, he raised his hand to let him take a look at the injury on his arm.

Under the illumination of the spherical light technique, you can see that the wound on the arm is so conspicuous, and there is still a mixture of sticky blood and dark brown rot inside. Not only that, the sour smell of rot is also endless.

Attacking Doka's nose.

"Hey! Uncle, isn't this thing a little disgusting? Doesn't it hurt that you are so picky?"

Doka quickly signaled Buti to finish cleaning up quickly.

"Isn't this unbearable? You still have too little experience. Besides, how can you feel after all the meat has rotted?"

Buti curled his lips and mocked Doka.

"Hey, yes. I still know too little." Doka suddenly sighed, "I have only heard of devil believers before, and this is the first time I have seen them. In the past, I have only helped the law enforcement team to solve crimes.

Let’s talk about a murder case or something.”

"Then you still dare to let Lake go with me? After all, you also know that I am a nosy person. This kind of thing will only happen more often, not less."

Buti asked Doka jokingly.

"I actually want him to go out for a walk, but, hey!"

Doka squatted down, raised the light ball in his hand, looked into Buti's eyes and sighed.

Buti understood Doka's dilemma. On the one hand, he wanted Lake to go out and see more when he was young, to walk around and gain experience around him, but on the other hand, he was also worried that Lake would be worried about getting hurt.

"It's simple. Don't hide it. Lake is 16 years old and he was an adult before. You have to let him make his own decision."

Buti shook his head and persuaded Doka.

"That's right. This little guy is already sixteen years old, but I still think of him as the little kid he used to be. He likes to run after me all day long."

Doka turned around and was about to leave. He planned to find Chris and ask him to inform Yang Xiu to bring Lake over and let him make his own decision.

"Hey! You should have kept the light technique!"

Buti was still picking up the carrion by the light, and suddenly found that the light he borrowed was missing, and he quickly wailed to Doka.

"Oh! Yes!"

Doka quickly fixed the light spell on his hand to Buti's side. After confirming that Buti could use it, he went to find Chris.

After hearing about Doka's request, Chris readily communicated with Yang Xiu using a speech box.

With the help of the lighting rod that Yang carried (an elemental tool charged with light elements), Lake and Yang squatted in the corner playing cards (a card game popular in the Farbuti continent).

Lake lost more than he won. Unconvinced, he had restarted the game several times. When he put down the first attribute card, he suddenly found that the speech box on Yang's waist began to flash.

"Uncle Xiu, what will happen if you are caught slacking off at work?"

Lake pointed at Yang's speech box.

"Ah? It's okay. Even if they end the battle quickly, they still have to clear the battlefield. How can they come back so soon?"

Yang casually threw out a spell card and answered lazily.

"No, Uncle Xiu, your talk box lights up. Although I haven't used it, I still know that it lights up when a call is in progress."

Lake realized that Yang had not noticed the direction of his finger and quickly reminded him.

"ah?!"

Yang quickly put down the play cards in his hand, pulled up the speech box at his waist, turned on the call button, and bowed to apologize to Chris who couldn't see him.

"Captain, please listen to my explanation! I...that's not what I meant. I was just looking at little Lake being bored! I just wanted to accompany him and eliminate his boredom!"

"No need to explain. You bring Lake here first. We have finished cleaning up here and are treating the wounded. You can explain to me when you get back to the station."

"Ah? Okay, we'll come right away."

Yang, who knew he was in the wrong, was crestfallen and responded with regret on his face.

"Then let's go?"

When Lake heard that Buti's side was finished, he quickly threw the cards in his hand to the ground and stared at Yang expectantly.

"Pick it up, pick it up, this is custom-made by me. I'll take you there after you pack it up."

Yang weakly agreed.

"Oh, there's more." As soon as Yang handed the cards in his hand to Lake, he found that Lake had already packed everything, "Okay, let's go."

Yang took the play cards handed over by Lake and put them into the box. He picked up the lighting rod on the ground and headed towards Lake to signal him.

The two of them arrived at the place within a few minutes. Yang Ziran went to captain Chris to report and accept punishment, while Lake saw his father Buti sitting on the ground picking meat, and his father Doka chatting with him on the side.

He walked forward quickly to find out what had just happened. But before he even got close, he smelled the rotten smell coming from Buti's body, like rotten vegetables that had been left out for many days.

Lake waved his hand to get rid of the smell, but it didn't go away after waving it vigorously several times, so he simply ignored it.

Seeing the seriousness of his father's condition, he held this thought in mind to resist the stench and walked over to the two people who were chatting.

As soon as he stopped, the bright red and brown flesh and blood immediately came into view, especially the pink and white flesh buds looked even more frightening under the light.

Who knows what scale of battle his father just experienced, but out of self-blame, Lake did not dare to ask about the specific situation, so he could only pretend to make jokes.

"Dad, what is this? It stinks so much!"

"Hey, you kid! I worked so hard to help you solve your problem, but you still dislike me?"

Buti did not expose Lake's ridiculous words, but continued to speak with a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your help, we can avoid..."

Although Lake wanted to have a conscience, but then he thought, Martha's safety is important, but dad's safety is not important? For a moment, the words were stuck in his throat and could not come out.

"Lake, don't you care if dad is around? Won't you ask me about my situation? I've been busy all night because of you, okay? Why did you go to me as a dad when you have daddy Buti?"

Already?"

Doka, who noticed that the atmosphere was getting awkward, naturally became the one to ease the situation.

"Oh, don't I see that you are fine all over? Is it possible that you still have internal injuries? Then I can't cure them."

Following the clue, Lake looked at Doka and didn't see any obvious injuries on Doka's body.

"That's what you said! Are you my son?"

"Stop making trouble, Dad! Dad and I drove out in your car. The matter should be over. Let's go back together, right?"

Lake saw the law enforcement team taking out three unconscious people from the building next door, including Martha, whom he had seen before. He felt at ease in his heart, but he felt tired again.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Doka signaled him not to worry. After standing up and asking Chris, he came back and nodded in agreement with Lake's request.
Chapter completed!