Among the protesting townspeople, standing at the very front was a lanky man with dark green hair. His eyes were small but bright, like a field mouse's.
Field Mouse Eyes shouted, "What Savior? He's nothing but a murderer! We don't care where he came from. The fact that he assassinated Mr. Kelly proves that he is evil by nature!"
"Right! Maybe he's a demon in disguise, deliberately here to fool us!"
Militiaman Morrison shouted, "Calm down, all of you. What proof do you have that Mr. Kelly's death was Lord Hristos's doing?"
Field Mouse Eyes said, "Before Mayor Kelly died, he used his own blood to write a clue about the killer!" He abruptly pulled out a scrap of linen and shouted, "This is the evidence! As the mayor's clerk, I recognize the mayor's handwriting!"
On the scrap of linen, a Latin word had been written in a crooked scrawl. It meant "outsider."
Bai Xiaowen narrowed his eyes.
Clearly, this was a premeditated attempt to frame him.
What Bai Xiaowen found strange was why Kelly had been the victim. Mayor Kelly had clearly stood against him, making him an asset that any humans wishing to oppose Bai Xiaowen could have used.
Unless Mayor Kelly had shown signs of changing his mind, drawing the wariness of someone with ulterior motives.
As for who that person was, Bai Xiaowen had his suspicions, though they still needed confirmation.
By now, more and more townspeople had gathered around, stirred up by Field Mouse Eyes.
As they looked at the bloody writing on the linen, more and more townspeople turned suspicious gazes toward Bai Xiaowen.
Fortunately, Bai Xiaowen had already earned considerable prestige. The townspeople merely suspected him. Had this happened at the beginning, they would have attacked him as one, or at the very