"This is a sin we have collectively committed, and we cannot make amends to Cooper and his family," the fat old man's eyes moistened, "even if he loses his legs, he is willing." But now he is getting more and more excessive, and he has begun to kill every villager he meets, and we have lost three young laborers with legs, and if this continues, the village will become extinct, so we have ventured to use the crystal left by the prophet again, and it tells us that in the future there will be a man with the blood of a king to rescue the village of Luoyan and save the villagers from the evil spirits, and this person will have a companion of the opposite sex by his side, and the two of them will ride on a magical white horse. ”

"I think that's you!" The village chief's eyes were fixed on the Duke of Mouton, his eyes shining.

Vanessa looked at Muton quietly, since the village chief decided that he was the one who had the blood of the king, and he could hide under his aura, let him bear this false name.

"I'd love to help you," Muton got up from his seat, "but I don't have the skills to slay demons. My magic is hunting, and this lady has no idea what her magic is. "Ha, no wonder he was able to find me so quickly, it turns out that his magic is hunting. He, and his horse, which could pass through a qiē obstacle, it seemed that there really was nothing in the world that could escape his palm.

"Yes," Vanessa said with embarrassment, "we are just two ordinary people, not the blood of kings as you say. ”

"Anyway, please help us, even if it's to go to Cooper's room and have a look," the old village chief was excited, "I'm sure you won't die without help!" All the legless men in the cave pleaded with them.

Vanessa stopped Muton's reckless behavior with her eyes, for fear that he would act bravely and accept it. God knows if they wanted to sacrifice the two of us to the souls, this happens in the countryside from time to time, even Vanessa herself has encountered it.

"We've got something important to do," Vanessa explained, "and there's someone waiting for us to save our lives." Well, your village is not hard to find, and when we save his mother, he will come back and solve your problems. All right? ”

Seeing that the two resolutely refused, the village chief had no choice but to nod with teary eyes. At this moment, a small child ran in crying, carrying an empty gray cotton sock in his hand, "Grandpa the village chief, my mother's leg is missing!" ”

Vanessa paused. It can't really be such a coincidence, just as he said he was leaving, a villager was killed?

Muton stretched out his big hand and took the sock, "There is no blood on it, it looks like the evil spirit really did it." He turned to the little boy, "Did you see with your own eyes that Mommy's legs were missing?" ”

The little boy nodded, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, "They were erased by something like coal on a slate, and then my mother fell to the ground unconscious." ”

"Take us around, kid." Muton didn't communicate with Vanessa, his brows furrowed consistently, and he walked away.

"Hey," Vanessa said to him, taking the duke's arm and lowering her voice, "it's no coincidence, maybe there's a trap waiting for you ahead, my good hunter." ”

Muton looked at the princess seriously, "These are your own subjects. Evil spirits are wreaking havoc in the village, how can you watch them being slaughtered and ignore them, even if there is a trap ahead, but if what they say is true, you will feel guilty for the rest of your life! ”

Vanessa let go of her hand, she saw the Duke's black eyes for the first time, and suddenly felt that they were so pure, he reminded her of Prince Matt on the ship, of the fallen knight Rog, how could she be virtuous, and with such excellent and persistent followers as them, she couldn't help but be ashamed of herself.

The two followed the boy to his home, the scene of the murder.

The passage outside the cave was dark and damp, covered with dirt and the sound of dripping water, but when he entered the boy's house, he realized that the cave could also be turned into a warm and cozy chamber. The floors were unpretentious, covered with woollen blankets, the walls were covered with brocade, long bee candles gave off an abundance of light, and the furniture was strange and austere, including a long table, a high-backed bench, a chest, a few tall bookcases full of books, and chairs, all made of driftwood, oddly shaped strips of wood cleverly put together, polished, and glowing a dark gold in the candlelight.

However, the hostess lying on the ground is too incommensurate with this warm picture.

Someone had already come to help the boy's mother, and they carried her to the bed and lay her down, which made her look less pale.

"A gust of wind," said the boy's mother, enduring the severe pain, to the Duke and Vanessa, "blows from behind me." You know, there's no wind in a cave. She gasped, "There was the sound of iron scraping in the wind, and countless crackling sparks of magic, and then my teeth hit the floor, and my legs were gone!" As luck would have me, I heard that poor Haber didn't even have a tooth left. ”

Vanessa and Muton glanced at each other, "Iron strikes? Vanessa's eyes widened suddenly, "Could it be a magic item?" As far as I know, an evil spirit doesn't make any other sounds, either it has a monster in its hands, or it's under some kind of magic! ”

Muton nodded, took the woman's other sock in his hand, closed his eyes, magic surged out of his body, thin magic cord wrapped around the cotton sock, and in its shape conjured a crimson palm, which was where the evil spirit had touched, and then, the Duke's magic filaments continued to pour into the palm, the palm was not large, just like the immature palm of a young boy, gradually, it left the cotton sock and began to move.

"What's going on?" Vanessa looked at the vision, amazed.

Muton stared nervously at the palm of his hand and replied to the princess, "This is my magic, and it can tell us where the owner of this hand is." ”

"Isn't that positioning magic? A friend of mine has this kind of magic. Vanessa remembered Polly of Crescent City, "It's a pity she's dead, aren't you—"

"We're not related by blood." Muton said sternly, his feet making subtle steps with the movement of his palms, "The magic of Olops is never the same. Your friend's magic is to locate the owner of the object, and mine is to locate anyone who has ever touched it—my magic is better than your friend's. ”

"It's more like a hound, too." Vanessa teased. I've never seen such a conceited guy.

"This hound found you the same way." Muton defended his magic. "Alright, I've found him."

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