Now that the target was in hand, Richard and Hendra returned with him.

The sky was already very dark, and the lord did not speak all the way to think silently, and of course Dracula could only be dumb with him, leaving a series of footsteps on the cold street.

For Richard himself, the biggest obsession of this expedition is the "Ring of Sky and Thunder", and now he has it in his pocket.

Now that Winterfell has been captured, the Pompeii Expeditionary Force should not make any major moves in the short term. He couldn't help but start thinking about whether he could go back to Alpine Fort, and he was really a little nostalgic for a few months.

I don't know if those rabbit maids who have just learned to play mahjong have rusty skills.

Richard stopped as he walked, his eyes resting on a two-story stone building on the side of the road.

The very simple house is made of rough and large rough stones, and judging from the traces left by the wind and rain on the wall, it has been quite old.

Near the roof, a row of beams burst out of the wall, cracking in the wind and sun. The upper half of the red brick chimney on the side is fresh and bright, while the lower half is dull and faded, and it must have collapsed and been repaired.

It is not difficult to see that the owner of the house is very attentive, and even half of the broken brick is put together seamlessly. But no matter what, the impoverished sour breath that is about to come out cannot be concealed.

A few Pompeii soldiers happily came out of another house with silk in their arms, and found the two officers motionless not far away, and immediately felt a little uneasy, after all, it was undoubtedly a violation of military discipline to play extraneous money.

Dracula waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and a few creeps suddenly slipped away like rabbits, and he asked softly, "My lord, what's wrong?"

"Is there such a dilapidated house in the aristocratic district?" Richard rubbed his chin and looked suspicious.

The land beneath your feet is the most valuable part of the entire Winterfell, and even the pavement is made of carefully polished volcanic rock, which cannot be described with an inch of land. The surrounding houses are all beautiful, and the holly wood on the roadside is also neatly trimmed, compared to this small building, which is quite good in the civilian area, it is inevitably shabby.

"It seems to be ...... here," Dracula had a thoughtful look on his face, but finally shook his head, "Anyway, it's a little impressive, maybe I heard people mention it when I was a child, but I really can't remember it." ”

"Go check it out. Richard walked to the door and violently unlocked it with one foot on the doorknob.

The furnishings in the house are on the same level as the appearance of the house, and they are very shabby, which is not as good as the hall of the lord of Alpine Castle. Richard went in and walked around, and then walked up the creaking stairs to the second floor, where the study was equally shabby.

There was still a lot of books in the collection, and the lord took out a large tome casually, and the difficult title of "A Brief History of War" suddenly made him feel sleepy.

"It seems to be a declining military aristocracy. Richard pretended to open the two pages, not knowing why he knew every word, but he couldn't read them together.

"Ahem, this book is actually ...... In fact, it has no gold content. He slammed the book shut and threw it back to the shelf, ready to leave.

"My lord, there seems to be something in here. Dracula was standing by the wall, with his cloudy eyes, bending down against a crack in the bricks, "I see the light." ”

"Huh?" the lord immediately stopped, knowing that Dracula's eye could see light and it meant something good.

"Get out of the way. ”

The wall is also a very ordinary red brick wall, and ordinary people may collapse if they kick it, how can they withstand the strange power of the lord of Alpine Castle. Stir it up twice, and the bricks fall to the ground with a bang.

Dracula is right, there is a hole behind the wall, it is a small secret room. But Dracula was wrong again, there were no treasures in the secret room, only a dozen Stuarts crowded inside.

"Damn!" the lord was almost startled. Just by looking at the clothes, you can know that these people must be noble, with high-ranking officer armor, magician robes, and even Holy Light Priest robes, and the identity of their masters is naturally about to be revealed. Richard really never dreamed that he would be able to catch so many Stuart high-rises when he walked into a small building on the side of the road temporarily!

There was only a gray-haired old man, and the half-new armor on his body was shabby. But looking at that non-angry and arrogant bearing, it is 10,000 times stronger than Suffolk and the like, and I don't believe it when I say that he is an ordinary Richard!

"I remember!" Dracula looked at the old man's face and slapped his head at the door, "This is General Seedorf's private residence! ”

Richard's brow furrowed, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Obviously, the reason why there is not half a ghost in Winterfell is not because the defenders have withdrawn during the night. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why not even a few small soldiers and lepers have been left behind, but these legion leaders are still here.

An ominous premonition swirled through him, and the lord felt that the people in the chamber must know something he didn't know. But there was a milky white curtain of light between the two sides, and Richard tossed a leaf from Dracula's scale armor and tried to throw it at it.

"Zi~", accompanied by a slight buzz, the nail leaf immediately melted into molten iron, dripping on the wooden floor and burning a cyan tongue of fire.

"It's so domineering. Richard retracted his fingers with a straight face, this was definitely a fairly advanced magic protection enchantment.

This barrier was preventing him from entering the chamber, and it seemed to be preventing the people in the chamber from coming out. He noticed that the people behind the light curtain were shouting together, but they couldn't hear anything in their ears, and it was clear that it had the effect of blocking out the sound.

Richard looked patiently for a moment, and recognized from the repetition of the men's mouths as if they were all saying—"Run!"

"Run?" Richard did not hesitate, and immediately said to Dracula: "You go back to the camp first, so that everyone can maintain the highest vigilance." Then go to Béderick and tell him everything as it is. ”

"What about you, my lord?" Dracula asked rhetorically.

"The barrier is almost gone. Richard gestured to the light curtain, the brightness fading at a visible rate, "I'll have to ask them what the hell is going on." ”

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Dracula quickly left. Richard drew his dragon-slaying greatsword from behind his back, and the sharp tip landed on the floor in front of him and began to move, soon leaving a line of flowing font - "Why?"

When he finished writing, he looked up at the crowd behind the light curtain.

Even though there was no pen and paper in the secret room, it was still difficult for them.

A priest of the Holy Light offered a white robe as a carrier, and the white-haired old man bit his finger and began to write in blood. Richard squatted in front of the light curtain, and while distinguishing the handwriting, he unconsciously read it softly:

“

Young Pompeian

I'm Seedorf

The undead will start wreaking havoc after dark, and you read that right, they are indeed the undead

The farther away from Winterfell, the better

”