The sheriff, Duane, with his two guards, immediately rushed to the Agamande Manor out of breath after receiving the report from the farmers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Magistrate Duane, who is in charge of policing in a nearby area, including Agamand Manor.

"Lord Baron, what's wrong?" As soon as he saw Baron Agamandel from afar, Duane hurriedly asked.

Jon stole a glance at the sheriff and shook his head.

Rusty armor, which has not been maintained for a long time at first glance; No other weapons were carried except for a short sword; Not to mention not even a horse...... The equipment on his two ordinary guards was even more shabby, and they even wore thin leather armor, which could be described as miserable......

But in fact, this is not to blame Duane, the sheriffs in remote areas are mostly like him due to the lack of a source of income.

Baron Agamand sighed and told the sheriff everything that had just happened.

"You said a farmer was missing?" Listening to Baron Agamande's words, Duane was obviously relieved: "What a big deal, it would be nice to give his family a little compensation, and I will also send someone to search nearby......"

"Not an ordinary farmer, it's a High Elf......" Jon added faintly.

"What! Is it an elf?" Duane scolded and said, "Damn, how can it be an elf!" ”

If it's an ordinary farmer, it's good to find nature, and even if you can't find it, it's not a big deal; The High Elves were different, and the people of Quel'Thalas were extremely difficult to talk to, in case the matter was brought to King Terenus...... Duane was a little afraid to imagine what the consequences would be.

"Quick, go to the scene...... No, wait! Call a few more people first! Duane hurriedly commanded his two guards.

More than a dozen guards from the entire security station all rushed to Agamande's manor, and then began to carefully collect evidence. Jon was going to say goodbye to the Baron and rush back to Lordaeron before nightfall, but both Briggie and Briggie were forced to stay by the sheriff Duane, saying that he wanted to keep his witness.

Baron Agamand seemed to be keen on the matter, and traveled around the manor with the sheriff Duane and the guards.

Jon and Bridget, on the other hand, sat together on the castle couch in frustration.

"Jon, it feels like we're out of luck!" Bridget couldn't help but sigh.

Jon nodded helplessly, he felt that with this unreliable sheriff and his guards, he didn't know how long it would take to solve this case! Are she and Brigitte going to stay in this damp castle for so long?

"Two priests, try some of our Agamande Manor's special pastries!"

An enthusiastic voice came from outside the door, and the night watchman, Jordan Ibby, was seen bending over with two plates.

"No, I'm not hungry!" Bridget smiled politely, then set the plate aside. In this terrible situation, no matter how hungry she was, she couldn't eat a single thing.

Jon didn't pay attention to this, and unceremoniously opened the lid, and the smell of pastry came to his face.

The smile on Jon's face froze when he smelled the scent, as the scent was familiar to him. It's a pastry sold at a pastry shop in Brill, which he frequents...... How can this Ibby be a specialty of their Agamande estate?

If it's Baron Agamande's face-saving guy, it's a little understandable, how can he, Ibby, a little night watchman, ......

Wait, why did one of his night watchmen bring the pastries?

Jon's instincts smelled a hint of danger, but at the same time he had an idea, and he frowned as if nothing had happened, "How can this pastry be a little rancid?" ”

At the same time, he silently said to the system in his heart: "Check the details of the other party!" ”

"How so? Impossible......" The night watchman Ibby's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Lord Mills, I'll go and change it for you......"

"No need, Mr. Ibi. Maybe I've been smelling dirt for a day, and my nose can't stand it anymore and I'm starting to strike! Jon smiled and said, "I'll eat with Bridget later!" ”

"Alright then......" Ibby the Night's Watch nodded, and was about to turn to leave, but Jon stopped him.

"Mr. Ibi, I heard that you are a veteran of the war against the orcs, can you tell me a story about your past?" I heard Jon ask angrily.

"Well, of course......" Ibby the Night's Watch laughed, and began to tell the story of his youth.

"Jordan Ibby's profile has been successfully called up!" The cold voice finally sounded in my ears.

Name: Jordan Ibi

Race: Human/Undead

Language: Unknown

Class: Level 3 Necromancer

Faith: Death

Available Skills: Unknown

Title: Acolyte (Shadow Affinity +5%)

Designation: Unknown

Items: Unknown

Additional Information: Unknown

Jon gasped, just as he thought......

He jumped up without hesitation, and a divine punishment shot out of his hand, shooting at the necromancer in front of him.

"Jon, what are you doing?" Bridget, who was still in a daze just now, shouted out with a surprised face.

However, after the Holy Light hit the necromancer Ibi, it exploded instantly, burning into flames. Because the Holy Light spell will deal extra damage when it encounters undead creatures. The flames burned away the necromancer Ibi's coat, and the horrible rotten flesh on his body began to appear in front of the two priests little by little.

"Bastard!" Only to hear the necromancer Ibi shout angrily, and then a powerful force condensed in his hands. Aimed at Jon.

"Stop, monster!" But Bridget had already reacted, and she pulled out the sharp dagger at her waist, the dagger enchanted by the Crusaders, a terrible predator for the undead.

Before Ibby could cast the spell, Bridget had accurately plunged the dagger into his chest.

If it was a living person, Bridget's blow cost him at least half his life.

However, Ebi was already half an undead, and his vitality was much more tenacious, and he struggled to take a few steps back, and then ran outside.

Bridgette was worried about Jon if he was hurt and didn't pursue him...... At this time, only a terrifying horn sound was heard outside.

"Jon, what kind of monsters are these?" Bridget asked anxiously.

Jon's face was extremely solemn, and he said slowly, "It's someone from the Cursed Sect, things are bad!" ”