In last night's surprise attack, Bren, a recruit who had just joined the garrison, died under the claws of the wraith. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We've lost a lot of brothers, and Burren Jr. is just one of them." Damien laboriously took off his armor with the help of the soldiers, and his fat body in a short shirt was already soaked with sweat.

"But we've never seen anything like today. The dead brother has come to you for his life......" The Lord of the North County put on a dark yellow robe, and the expression on his face was extremely strange, "I still can't believe that it was the ghost of Bren. ”

"How long has this been going on? Isn't there anyone you know among the ghosts that have appeared before? Lancet asked.

"It's been more than a month. We don't have time to say hello to them, and we're supposed to chop them to pieces. Baron Damien replied, he was not interested in making out the shattered and distorted faces on the heads of the ghosts.

"I want to...... Seen. An uncertain voice rang out from the garrison.

The words of a young soldier made everyone's eyes focus on him, and he couldn't help but hold back a little.

"Say it, Potter. What have you seen? Damien asked, confused.

"Your Excellency...... During last night's attack, I saw Mrs. Lisa. Young Potter muttered.

"Which Lisa?" Lord Lord, uncertain.

"My lord, it's the wife of the blacksmith in the town, the big brown-haired man, didn't she give you that sword in the winter?" Someone explained beside Damien.

"That's right, Lady Lisa is Miss Dolana's mother." When Potter mentions Dolana, his whole spirit becomes different.

The wife and daughter of the blacksmith Moss.

Lanster raised an eyebrow, and things started to get more and more interesting.

"Do you think that the blacksmith's daughter wants to fall into the devil, how could that woman be here?"

Someone in the garrison immediately retorted.

"No...... Not Mrs. Lisa...... It's her ......" Potter stopped talking, as if doubting what he was seeing.

"It's her ghost, isn't it?" Ranster said for him what he wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

"How do you know......" Potter looked at Lancet in amazement, the man's attitude as determined as if he had been there last night.

Lord Damien and the others also turned their inquiring eyes to Lancet.

"The blacksmith's wife and daughter disappeared two days ago, and there's a good chance Potter saw it was true." Lancet explained.

The baron did not speak, but his face became more and more gloomy.

……

A moment later.

Lancet and Moriath followed Damien to his study.

"First the beasts attacked the town, then the ghosts, and if I had to find out who did it, I'd have to skin this guy and hang it on the flagpole." The lord of the northern county unsheathed his sword and threw it to the ground fiercely, his mouth chattering.

He pulled out two bulging money bags from his desk and threw them in front of Lancet.

"This is the bounty and the thank you gift just now, thank you for your help." Damien gave a perfunctory smile.

Lanster automatically skimmed the other party's false smile, took the two money bags and checked them.

The two money bags add up to at least fifty gold coins.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord of the North, Lord of the North, is there anything else we can do for you?" Handing the money bag to the mage behind him, Lancet asked.

"Oh?" This time Damien finally showed a look of interest, and he looked back and forth at Lancet and Moria, and the smile on his face slowly thickened.

"A true warrior and a beautiful lady, what more can you help me?" Damien quipped, a little teasingly.

He recognized Lancet's swordsmanship but not anything else, and the female mage, who had never touched it all along, seemed to him to be just the man's handmaiden or something.

He didn't think the two wandering adventurers could help him next.

"Maybe we can help you find the mastermind behind this." Lancet sat down across from Damien for a long time, and his words piqued the interest of the Lord of Northshire.

"Tell me about it." Damien nodded his chin at the witcher.

Ignoring the other party's superior posture, Lancet told the story of what he had seen and heard in the past two days.

……

A moment later.

Damien played with the claw ring in one hand, and the curved knuckles of his other hand tapped rhythmically against the tabletop.

"The wealthy merchant Roman is missing, the wife of the blacksmith Moss is dead, and the whereabouts of the daughter are still unknown. Even a few of the town's elders are running away...... "He silently digested the message that Lancet had told him, trying to put all the clues together.

"If we can find Roman, who has this ring, the cultists hidden in the shadows of North-County will be completely exposed to our eyes." Damien focused his gaze on the ring in his palm and pointed his finger at Roman, the wealthy merchant who owns the ring.

"Roman's house is empty, and it's hard to know where he's going. And even if we can find this Roman master, those cultists have a hundred ways to keep his mouth shut and die. Lancet simply rejected the offer, "Trust me, Lord Damien, I've dealt with these guys a lot before. ”

What Lanster said was right, all the cultists of the evil gods he had killed before the crossing added up to not one thousand but eight hundred, and he could be said to have seen all kinds of intrigues and tricks of the other party.

"What do you mean?" The lord of Beijun was not embarrassed by being refuted, he was not the kind of idiot aristocrat who cared about face and disregarded reality.

The Norton family's ability to rule this remote part of the North County for a hundred years is inseparable from their pragmatic approach.

"How much do you know about Andy Reed?" Instead of answering the other party's question directly, Lancet threw out another question as an answer.

"Little Andy, about two or three months ago, there was an inexplicable fire in his house, and the whole house was burned to ashes, and only he hid in his room to save his life."

Damien didn't wait for Lancet to speak, he stopped him and continued, "I know what you want to ask, Mage Lorris, who was still supervising the North County at the time, went to the scene in person, and didn't find any traces of arson or spells. Later, Andy became an orphan, and I heard that his personality became a little weird, probably because he was too stimulated. ”