The exorcism began in America.-Chapter 311: The Strange Sam

"Xie Te! What are you doing?"

Seeing Daster in such agony made Camille suspect that the dripping liquid might be some kind of strong acid. A sudden sense of urgency gripped her, and she rushed toward the two.

"Let him go!"

"What a nuisance!" The tall figure, who had intended to correct their worldview, simply raised a hand and blocked Camille.

Her slender arm was like cast iron; no matter how hard Camille struggled, she couldn't break free.

On the other side, Pietro was swiftly intercepted by Monte as well.

"Jennifer, do it! Let these two idiots see what a Bizarre looks like!" Monte urged.

"OK," the Exorcist Jennifer, still holding Daster, responded indifferently.

The figure in her grasp struggled less and less under the effects of the Holy Water. Suddenly, Jennifer's free palm erupted with a blinding white light.

An instant later, the glowing white palm fiercely struck the top of Daster's head.

"ROAR!"

Accompanied by Daster's roar, a grotesque Bizarre was slowly, forcibly pulled out from the top of his head.

"Oh my god!" The sudden scene made Camille and Pietro, who had been struggling moments before, freeze on the spot.

"Is this a Bizarre?"

Their whispers were filled with disbelief and a dawning doubt about the world. The collapse of their worldview left them stunned, unable to process what had happened for a long time.

Only when the Bizarre appeared before them in its real, complete form did the emotion of fear surge in their hearts like a tide.

"Fuck!" In that instant, the pair completely forgot about Daster, who had collapsed on the ground.

Watching the two tremble and try to flee, the two beautiful Exorcist women exchanged glances. A faint smile touched their beautiful eyes.

"BANG!"

As the flailing Bizarre dissolved into a puff of ash, the two of them finally relaxed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you both! Thank you for your help!" Monte stepped forward as soon as the matter was resolved, thanking them sincerely.

"You're welcome. The Exorcism Agency will send the bill for the exorcism to your email later." The two women offered a faint smile, uttered these words, and then turned to leave.

"Ah?! A bill?" Monte was taken aback, his gaze involuntarily falling on Daster, who lay on the ground, still unconscious.

"Don't worry, Monte! I'll make sure Daster pays you back for the exorcism!" Camille said, a hint of lingering fear in her eyes as she slowly got up from the ground.

Pietro glanced at the Exorcism Agency branch nearby, his pupils showing a hint of shock. "That's right! We should also thank you for bringing us here!"

If it weren't for Monte leading them here, based on the various pieces of information they had once dismissed as a scam, they might have ended up dying in some unknown corner.

"Alright then." Monte felt somewhat relieved. His meager savings were safe, after all.

Just then, Daster, lying on the ground, finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?"

"Thank God! You're finally awake!" Camille exclaimed joyfully.

"Daster, you were possessed by a Bizarre! That was... quite an eye-opener for us!" Pietro exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe.

As Pietro's words trailed off, Daster, still lying on the ground, seemed to suddenly remember something.

Bizarre, possession, wilderness, corpses...

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and bouts of dry heaves wracked his body.

"UGH~"

"What's wrong with him?" Pietro asked, bewildered, looking at Daster who was now crouched on the ground, his shoulders heaving.

Camille, who was right beside Daster, suddenly recalled the foul stench from the hotel that morning, and the so-called "delicious meal" Daster had mentioned.

Oh God! Daster... Camille whispered, instinctively recoiling as waves of nausea washed over her.

"UGH~"

Watching them vomit one after the other, Monte and Pietro exchanged clueless glances.

"What... what's going on here?"

"UGH... don't ask! You wouldn't want to know... UGH..." Daster managed to gasp out between heaves.

"ER..." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Helpless, Monte and Pietro could only watch as Camille and Daster wretched, making a mess on the ground. A sour, foul stench filled the air. They only stopped when their stomachs were completely empty.

Monte retrieved two bottles of water from the car and handed them to Camille and Daster, who were now sitting collapsed on the ground. Having mostly forgotten his own heartbreak, he then turned to Pietro, who was tending to Camille.

"Should we find a place to rest now?" Monte asked.

Pietro glanced at his pale girlfriend in his arms and nodded. "Alright, let's go to Sam's place!"

After helping them into the cars, the two vehicles set off once more. This time, they were heading straight for their destination.

...

"Morning! Pietro, how did you sleep last night?" Monte asked.

"Not bad," Pietro replied, shrugging. "At least it was much more comfortable than camping last time!"

"That's for sure! By the way, how is Camille?" Monte asked.

"I think she's much better. At least she's able to eat something now!" Pietro replied.

Monte nodded, somewhat relieved.

Although he didn't know what this pair of cousins—Daster and Camille—were hiding, Monte had a rough idea based on their reactions.

The thing Daster had eaten yesterday morning surely wasn't any delicious food...

"Er..." Monte hesitated for a moment before asking again, "Sam... what did he go off to do?"

"He said he's preparing our activities for today!" Pietro replied casually, not noticing the odd tone in Monte's voice.

"Oh~~~" Monte nodded absently. But he couldn't help recalling the strange feeling he'd had when he first met Sam the day before.

They were staying in a detached villa that, while clearly old, was decently furnished. It was a villa Pietro had rented short-term through his friend Sam. According to Sam, Orlando was in a slump with hardly any tourists, so the rent was extremely cheap. The rental terms were a world away from how they used to be—so lax it was almost unbelievable. Back in Orlando's heyday, a month's rent now could probably only get you a space the size of this villa's bathroom.

The villa's condition was secondary; Monte was more concerned that Sam didn't seem genuinely happy about their arrival. On the contrary, Sam's face turned particularly unnatural upon learning that they couldn't go out that night. That dreadful expression was as if he were on his way to the gallows.

Pietro had been busy settling his girlfriend and Daster into the villa at the time, so he hadn't noticed. But Monte, who had been by Sam's side the entire time, had seen every shift in his expression.

We just need to rest for one night. Was it really necessary for him to look so grim?