Different from the small secret realm, the world in the painting is only about 200 acres, and Jiang Feng, who is standing in front of the cabin, can easily see that at the edge of this forest, it is shrouded in transparent crystal walls.

That's where the space ends.

I had only experienced the baptism of a fire before, and the breeze through the forest carried it, mixed with the smell of burning resin and a hint of scorching heat, as if the fire had just been extinguished. The red moon hanging high in the sky emitted an eerie glow, but it looked so unreal, as if it wasn't the real moon, just a sticker printed on the barrier.

For mortals, a world located in a painting is undoubtedly quite an attractive treasure. While it's not as easy to access things as storage space, it means a world that is separate from the world and belongs to itself.

However, for Jiang Feng, this painting does not have much appeal. After all, he now holds the spatial coordinates of the small secret realm, which is not only countless times larger than here, but also compared to this lifeless world, it is full of all kinds of rare demonic beasts and mineral resources.

Pushing open the rotten wooden door, Jiang Feng found two corpses in the wooden house.

One had decomposed into a skeleton, while the other looked like it had just died.

Judging by the outfit on the corpse, this guy who had only recently died should have been a witcher. At this time, Jiang Feng remembered that Count Rodell seemed to have said that he was going to hire a demon hunter to solve this problem.

No wonder Miss Hannah was so panicked to find herself, it turned out that the witcher had failed.

The demon hunter held a silver sword in his hand, and there was no wound on his body, but when he turned his body over, Jiang Feng found that his eyes had been gouged out, and there were two faint blood marks dragging on the ground, which were being pressed under him.

It seems that this is not the scene of the crime, and he was dragged into this cabin after his death.

After analyzing this, Jiang Feng smacked his lips and shook his head in his heart.

Although this witcher already has the strength of a high-level knight, it is still a little worse than the resentful soul of an apprentice-level wizard.

If his strength is a little stronger, at least a master knight, there should be no problem. Of course, the premise is that he can discover the mystery in the painting. And this requires not only the knowledge of the witcher, but also the perception of the magical element.

Next to the corpse, which had rotted white bones, Jiang Feng found a yellowed book and a wooden box made of rotten wood.

The wooden box should be the relics of the deceased, and the book should be the diary of the deceased.

Judging from the quill that fell not far from the deceased's right hand, he was still writing until the end of his life.

"Is this Baron Kalimo?" Jiang Feng muttered to himself, stepped forward, and picked up the book.

Patting the dust on the cover and turning the title page, his brow couldn't help but furrow slightly.

"Ancient Blood Sect?"

In the ancient books of the library of Warland Castle, Jiang Feng had seen records about this sect.

As an offshoot of the Chaos Sect, their evil is unquestionable. However, when it comes to its origin, it has nothing to do with Solore, the god of blood and destruction, but can be traced back to the primitive tribal beliefs that walked on the continent of Aditya before the elves ruled the continent.

When this sect was divided into branches of the Chaos Faith. Already, the Covenant Age.

After the alliance of humans, elves, and dwarves began a new era, this evil belief was wiped out in the dust of history along with the decline of Chaos.

Jiang Feng didn't expect that he would be able to encounter the remnants of the Blood Sect in such a place.

"I heard that the Blood Sect is divided into three ranks, of which the third rank is the second, and the first rank is the highest. Becoming a first-class apostle of the Blood Sect gives you the strength of a one-star wizard. In order to become a first-class apostle, one must sacrifice the blood of at least 300 full moon babies to refine the Blood Moon Pearl. With such brutal promotion laws, it is no wonder that they are not tolerated by the world. ”

Jiang Feng shook his head and put down the diary in his hand.

According to the diary, Baron Kalimo bought slaves, adopted orphans, raised them in this forged subspace, and then bred them like cattle to give birth to offspring, in this way barely enough to scrape together the blood of three hundred full-moon babies.

However, things were not always smooth sailing, and Baron Kalimo succeeded in refining the Blood Moon Pearl, but underestimated the resentment that was hidden in the Blood Moon Pearl.

At the time of hitting the bottleneck, Baron Kalimo was unable to withstand the huge negative energy, and was devoured by the resentful spirits in the Blood Moon Pearl, separated from his body and soul, and was imprisoned in the painting forever, and finally became a ghost bound in the painting.

Fearing that the matter would be revealed, the servants of the manor and one of his apprentices hastily arranged a funeral for him, and then left the port of Rhône overnight.

Although the church did not seem to find out about this, out of fear of the church and helplessness against the curse of the wraith, no one ever returned, even though they knew that there was one such treasure in the manor.

Such an ending is also deserved for Baron Carlimo.

Regarding the cultivation methods mastered by the Blood Sect, although Jiang Feng did not intend to use them or give them to others, as materials for the study of aboriginal culture, the value of these documents themselves still exceeded their practical significance.

Containing the information in the diary in the entry of the Blood Sect, Jiang Feng casually threw the diary into the spatial ring, and then began to search for the wooden box.

In the wooden box, he found a rusty dagger with the grease of blood and fat condensation visible on the blade. In addition to this, several pieces of clothing were pressed by daggers, and when opened, several silver coins of different denominations were found, as well as a blood-red orb.

Holding the blood-red orb. Jiang Feng faintly heard the howls of three hundred babies.

"What a sinful trophy......"

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Feng still put it into the space ring.

At the moment he can't find a way to use it, but ask Makalu and maybe he can give a good suggestion.

The silver pendant was removed from the witcher's neck. Jiang Feng's thoughts moved slightly. Disconnected from the spiritual power of this oil painting. The next moment he appeared in the study, out of the forest in the painting.

Putting the oil painting away, Jiang Feng took a look at the study, and saw that there was nothing to take away, so he casually dropped a gunpowder.

The fire engulfed the study, and before the fire could reach the hallway, Jiang Feng left the abandoned manor.

Next to the carriage, the housekeeper was anxiously pacing back and forth, and when he saw Jiang Feng appear, he hurriedly greeted him.

"The curse has been lifted, but the demon hunter you sent should not be able to return. This is his relic, give it to Count Rodell for me," Throwing the silver pendant into the hands of the old butler, Jiang Feng glanced at the manor behind him, "The resentful spirits in the manor have been lifted, but for the sake of safety, it's better not to keep this manor, I burned it, there should be no problem, right?" ”

No one can guarantee whether the disciples of the Blood Sect are still worried about the treasures here, although they are not afraid of being remembered by those stinky fish and rotten shrimps, there is no need to make trouble for themselves.

"No problem! These are the little things. The housekeeper hurriedly said.

With the connections of Count Rhodel in the port of Rhône, it is not a problem at all to characterize the cause of the fire in this old mansion as a natural fire with a little means.

As for the witcher, no one would feel sorry for him, and for the Benjet family, the two sides were just a simple employment relationship.

After hearing that the curse had been lifted, Miss Hannah, who had been pale, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her face gradually returned to a hint of ruddyness.

Walking in front of Jiang Feng, she bowed her head respectfully and thanked sincerely.

"Thank you for your help...... I really don't know how to thank you. ”

"You're welcome," Jiang Feng nodded slightly to Hannah, then looked at the old butler and said directly, "Now we can talk about the reward." ”

"Please rest assured about the reward, here are ten low-level magic stones, and I hope the wizard will not dislike it." The old housekeeper hurriedly took out a wooden box, brought it to Jiang Feng, and respectfully offered it with both hands.

Jiang Feng nodded and accepted the agreed reward.

Although for him, ten low-level magic stones were really better than nothing, and the loot he had gained from the commission had far exceeded ten low-level magic stones.

But one thing is the same thing.

The wizarding world pursues the principle of equivalent exchange, and the rules cannot be broken.

He was not obliged to do unpaid work for Count Rodel, even if he was paid, he had to have it.

"I have an oil painting here, and I don't know if Mr. Earl is interested."

"Oil paintings?" The butler had a confused look on his face.

"That's right, it's an oil painting." Jiang Feng nodded slightly, "But although it is an oil painting, this oil painting is different from ordinary oil paintings, it is a witchcraft prop." ”

The expression on the butler's face instantly became serious.

A witchcraft prop is something that mortals can't come by. If Jiang Feng planned to sell the witchcraft props, Count Rodell would definitely spare no effort to eat them.

No matter what the cost, it's worth it.

As long as that sorcery item is powerful enough.

"I'll take you to see the master."

"I'll probably leave the Rhône in the afternoon, right now." After a pause, Jiang Feng continued, "Let me say one more thing first, I don't accept silver coins here, I only accept magic stones, and at the very least, gold. If you don't have much of these two things, don't waste my time, unless you have something else that interests me. ”

The concentration of magical elements in this pseudo-subspace is not higher than that of the real world, and it is not very attractive to wizards. But even so, if you take it to the Rock Town, you can sell it for a not low price.

If Count Rodell could offer a reasonable price, Jiang Feng wouldn't mind giving it to him directly.

After all, the next time I go to the rock town, I don't know when I will have to wait.