The owner of the vineyard was Claven Bennett, an earl.

Forget this name, you will definitely not remember, just remember "Count Sweetheart", as the locals also call it, so gradually this name is forgotten by everyone. Count Sweetheart opened a Sweetheart Winery with grapes from his own plantation, and his reputation even spread to the Turing Empire, where a large number of Turing merchants came every year to buy goods.

Well...... Except this year.

In fact, the people of Chablis knew that the Earl of Bennett was only the apparent owner of the plantation, and that it was in fact owned by the Duke of Chablis.

Why there is such a layer of twists and turns is related to the legal principles of Morning Star.

According to the legal theory, although the aristocratic Grand Duke of Chablis did not have to pay taxes to King Charles III, as a direct vassal of the king, when Charles III asked them for money in various names—expanding the army, building gardens, hunting grounds, marrying himself, marrying his son, marrying his son's son, etc.—they could not refuse, and giving more or less involved the face of a nobleman, so they were very embarrassed every time. In order to prevent this from happening, the Duke of Chablis simply divided his wealth among his vassals.

For, de jure, the king could not demand gold from an unrelated subordinate, the "vassal's vassal", thus avoiding such demand.

Similar property transfers abound in Morningstar's territory, and Mu Yan couldn't be more familiar with it. In fact, as a scholar, in the late game, in addition to dealing with players who are adventurers, he also has frequent dealings with NPCs, the most of which is the transfer and recovery of assets, and even because of some of his manipulations, Morningstar's legal principles have been fine-tuned twice.

Of course, this is a later story......

In short, this astonishingly large plantation, but reduced to a "ghost domain", has appeared in front of everyone, even though it is noon, the sun is shining directly overhead, and the terrifying meaning emanating from it is still strong.

Desolate, dilapidated, and slightly creepy.

Although Mu Yan didn't know much about Grand Duke Chablis, he remembered that this place was a famous leveling place "Ghost Village" in the Dusk Era, when the entire vicinity of the Hilde Hills was reduced to hell on earth, undead creatures were everywhere, and the banshees and carrion creatures in the plantation did not know how many studios they fed......

And the player's strange creature can always make tricks in a serious environment, such as a classic screenshot of a certain plantation called "The Banshee of the 'Drunken Grape Trellis'", which is from a necromancer full of "mind control", which perfectly pays tribute to the famous scene of a famous book, and it became a good story for a while, and the official had to slightly limit this spell in a hot update......

Compared to Mu Yan's imagination at this time, the expressions of others, especially Captain Rorschach, were a little stagnant.

Even if he wasn't a mage, even if his perception was average, his rich adventure experience made him sense that something wasn't quite right.

It stands to reason that as a plantation that has been abandoned for most of the year, it should at least be overgrown with weeds at a glance, but now the entrance to the garden is still neat, except for the sculptures and iron railings covered with dust, and the vines wrapped around the fence are also black and dilapidated after death. It's as if the land in front of you has become a dead place, emitting a heavy dead air, and even the weeds can't survive......

"Bill, let your birds go in and have a look."

Bill was the scout who had a little green bird.

"Hey, boss, don't keep saying 'my bird my bird', it has a name, it's called 'beep'."

"Okay, your bird beeps, let it out."

“…… All right. ”

Bill reluctantly responded.

"Hahaha......"

"Bill, you're the first to name your bird."

"If it gets bigger, will it still be called 'beep'?"

"Shut up, damn guys."

Bill stopped the group and whistled, and a green shadow crossed the heads of the group, and Bill disappeared into the dead silence before him.

Five minutes passed, and the gloom that had been dispelled by the joke returned to everyone's heads, and Bill looked especially nervous.

Another five minutes passed, and he looked at Rorschach anxiously, who nodded helplessly, and Bill hurriedly whistled, several times in succession.

Finally, the little bird beeped like a kite with a broken string, and fell from the sky almost straight up and down.

"Damn it!"

Bill scrambled to pull out his net pocket and pull off his felt hat as a filler and stuff it in, he didn't know if it would keep the beep from breaking to pieces, but he had to do it.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, when the bird was about to fall, a gentle force pulled it, gradually slowing the momentum of its fall, and finally landed firmly in Bill's open net pocket.

"Thank you, Master Mu Yan!"

"You're welcome, let's see how it goes."

At the moment, the emerald green bird's body was cold, only the temperature and pulse on its chest were faint, and it had no wounds on its body, but it looked like it was injured.

"What should I do, this place is so evil, even the birds that can fly can't stand it......"

"Are we sure we want to go in, and if the rumors are true, will this bird be infected with the plague?"

No one wants to be associated with the plague, which means being cut off, and then bringing both physical and psychological torment.

Everyone subconsciously took a half step back, and only Bill held the bird to his chest and looked around vigilantly.

"It's going to be fine, it's not plagued!"

"Quiet, Bill. Let Erin take a look. Rorschach said.

"Right...... Yes, and Irene! Miss Irene! ”

The crowd gets out of the way, and Bill hands the beep to Erin, looking at her eagerly.

Erin's palm slowly rose with a pale white light, wrapping the beep in it, washing every inch of the bird's fluff like warm water.

This is the "exorcism" that can ward off minor infections, colds, and other diseases related to weak viruses in the game, and is the most basic prayer technique for priests. But after the light disappeared, the bird was still cold and did not get better.

Bill's heart also cooled down halfway.

All eyes converged on Rorschach's face, and when it was time for him to decide, Rorschach was groaning.

Except for helping at the beginning, Mu Yan never said anything. Ever since he came to the plantation, he had clearly felt that someone was watching them, and the other party was well hidden, and the source of his gaze was not detectable, but he was watching all this, so he had to be more careful.

After a moment, Rorschach put the beep in the palm of his hand and frowned slightly. Seeing that Irene's exorcism technique had no effect, the regimental leader gently closed his hands, and then his palms slowly turned red, and the temperature slowly rose......

As a fire-attribute swordsman, this is the limit of what he can do without the help of enchanted weapons, and the lethality of his simple urging of this power at the level of the four rings is not even as good as the fireball technique used by a mage's apprentice.

Seeing his own regiment commander doing the act of calling the flower chicken on the spot, Bill's eyes widened, and he wanted to stop it several times, but because of the majesty of the regiment commander, he didn't dare to act roughly, so he had to endure it.

However, a minute or two later, as Rorschach opened his hands, Beep suddenly jumped up as if alive, flapped his wings away from the hot palm, and fluttered back to Bill's shoulder.

"Chirp!"

The birds jumped around, Bilton breathed a sigh of relief, and the faces of the group eased slightly.

"It's just a low temperature, it has nothing to do with the 'plague', it's no problem to put a torch on it." Rorschach wiped his sweat and concluded, "Build a campfire outside, and we must leave the plantation before nightfall." ”

"Yes!"