The players were not as well-informed as Tam, and suddenly lost the trace of the target, and there was no tracking skill, and all the conjectures came out, but soon, everyone was in no mood to continue arguing about the issue.

The villagers who kept waking up had already focused their eyes, this town was not welcoming to outsiders, especially non-humans and adventurers, and now someone had cast a spell on them, and there was a deep resentment in their eyes.

Hypnosis was acceptable, but if it really killed someone, the problem would be serious, so the people on the field looked at each other and retreated.

Some may have given up, others have gone after the Rogue player, and a team like Sherlock is preparing to inquire a little more about the village.

With the current level of friendship between the two sides, it is estimated that even the most basic conversation will not be possible, but fortunately, there is a prophetic mage in their team, and this kind of information search work is the most suitable for them.

When the crowd had dispersed, Sherlock grabbed one of the villagers, the same thug who had been rubbing oil around Sadale earlier.

It's not that the heart of Our Lady is overflowing to punish the bad guys, but this kind of person has always been the most well-informed in the village, whether it is gossip or facts, they are all of reference value for those who are confused.

The first thing they inquire about is Otum's origins, the girl's mother, who was chosen by the villagers to be sacrificed to an old witch named Long-legged Lennie when she was a young girl, the protagonist of the ballad that Sherlock sang when they first met the children.

It's just that when Otum's mother was tied to the edge of the swamp, a handsome man who didn't look like a human appeared, and then there was the common cliché plot, the hero saved the beauty, promised each other, and then after a few nights of romance, the man patted his ass and left, leaving the woman who happened to be pregnant.

For a man, it's just a boring journey, or a small piece of interesting memories in his long life.

But for the woman who had never left the town, the time with this man was all she had in life, so she insisted on giving birth to the child in her womb, which was Otum.

Otum's origins are unknown, her mother died in childbirth, and she was adopted by Sadele, and after 14 years of relatively stable time, her nightmare came, her unusual beauty was the envy of all women, and her slowly awakened magical abilities were also feared by everyone, and even denounced her as a witch.

And the truth seemed to be as the villagers said, the moans that sounded in the middle of the night, the debilitating diseases, the dead livestock, one strange thing after another happened around her.

After nearly killing the baker's son, the situation finally gets worse when the villagers try to do the same thing with the other girl and her own mother as they did with her, by sacrificing her to the 'ghosts' of the Cherimba Swamp.

It's just that Otum's adoptive mother, Sard'er, found out about the situation and hid her in the abandoned mine to the south, so there is the scene that Sherlock and the others saw when they first arrived.

Later, when the villagers forced them out of their hiding place, they were greeted by the brutal murder, and the victim was the baker's son and Otum's sweetheart.

If there was any room for redemption, the death of the baker's son completely cut off this possibility.

"What do you think, Tam?" Sherlock, who learns what happened, asks the brains on their team.

"It's strange, according to the previous description, Otum should be a warlock who has just awakened his abilities, but the ability to cast spells does not affect a person's mind, she may inadvertently cause some visions, but the arrangement of torture in front of the mine is unlikely to have come from the hand of a young girl, more like the two ogres did it." Tamu said in contemplation, dragging his chin.

The crowd didn't have any more ideas, so they could only go to Otum's house to see if there was any valuable information.

Unfortunately, they were not the only players who knew about Otum's residence, and when they infiltrated it, it was a mess, and all the rooms on the three floors were turned upside down.

Almost everything of value was looted, leaving only a few charcoal drawings, which, judging by the style, should have been made by Otum.

The vast majority of the paintings are dark themes, which is not difficult to understand, a little girl has endured strange stares from the villagers since she was a child, and she is already strong without committing suicide.

The only thing that is slightly different from the paintings is a portrait of Otum herself, showing her with a melancholic charm and a black cat by her side.

"It can't be this cat." The wind chimes that had been holding the black cat before held each other and carefully compared.

As it turned out, it was indeed the same cat.

"So, you're Otum's pet." Tamm immediately thought of the relationship between the two.

Warlocks are born with the ability to make contracts with demon pets, but how did a girl who had never been exposed to magic come across this cat with the blood of a shadow creature?

"Melfisette, is that your name?" Wind Chimes put the black cat on the ground and asked gently.

After the demon pet and the spellcaster make a contract, there is an intelligence bonus, not to mention that the bloodline of this black cat is not ordinary, and it should be able to understand the lingua franca.

The black cat's eyes stared at the girl in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking, and she nodded after half a minute.

It was much more convenient to be able to communicate, and with the support of everyone, Wind Chime continued to ask, "Then do you know where your master Otum has gone?" ”

This time, Melfiset shook his head at first, and then shouted vigorously, as if the other party obviously knew something.

"Sherlock, have you learned how to talk to animals?" Tamm asked.

Animal conversation is a level 10 skill of the druid, and Sherlock did not learn it, because the effect of this skill grows the same as that of a natural partner, and natural transformation, like this black cat that obviously belongs to a small magical creature or even a small otherworldly creature, at least the skill points must be above level three.

Although he doesn't talk to animals, if he only communicates with cats, he can do it in other ways.

Sherlock turned into a jungle cat as soon as he bent over, and after completely natural transformation, he was able to master cat language additionally, and some basic communication was not difficult.

Meow meow!

Meow meow!

Meow meow!

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