"Well done!" Victor walked over and hugged her affectionately.

Although Her Majesty was known for her savagery and rudeness, Victor knew very well that Princess Edgar was actually a lovely and good child.

The crowd walked through the gates and entered the large courtyard between the outer and inner walls of the castle.

Because the high walls blocked the moonlight, it was so dark inside that it was impossible to see anything clearly.

Edgar seemed unaffected, her eyes glowing lilac in the darkness, like a fierce lioness, looking at her surroundings with a vigilant, wild gaze

"We've broken through the gates, so there's no need to hide, take out the kerosene lamps and light them."

"Unfortunately, the kerosene lamp fell in the carriage, but don't worry, I brought torches with me."

One of the militiamen pulled out a spare flint bolt and skillfully lit a ball of cotton wool, which he then used as a fire primer to light three oil-soaked torches, two of which he handed to the gendarmes and vigilantes, and the other to the leading Baron Victor.

Three torches lit up the surrounding twenty meters or so, and it was indeed a dead ruin, full of lifeless desolation.

The ground was cracked with dryness, and it was clear that it was weeds and wildflowers, and the edges of the stone walls were covered with crow and bat droppings, but fortunately they were covered with a thick layer of dust and gravel, otherwise the smell would have been unbearable.

The vigilante crouched down, shining a torch on the ground nearby, and finally found the clue he was looking for by a pile of dead grass, and he said excitedly: "Come and see, everyone, I'm sure the person we are looking for is nearby!" ”

On the dry and cracked ground, a few drops of bright red blood are particularly eye-catching, and if you lower the torch and walk forward, you can find more drops of blood, and the blood stains extend to the foundation of the inner wall.

They thought they would find a secret door or a hole in the castle, but strange things happened, and the blood disappeared abruptly when it reached the wall, leaving only the cold stone wall in front of them.

The gendarme squatted down by the wall, dipped his fingers in a little blood, rubbed his skin, and said anxiously:

"The blood hasn't coagulated yet, it's fresh, and this time it's definitely right, it's the blood left behind by our patrol members! They must have been taken somewhere in the castle by those gringos, and they need to be found quickly! ”

The vigilante couldn't help but worry: "Now, I must be very weak after losing so much blood, I hope Sergeant Simchel is still alive!" ”

One of the militiamen scratched his head and looked at the wall suspiciously: "We came with bloodstains, but there are no doors, no windows, and it is impossible to climb such a high inner wall, damn it!" Where the hell did the gringos take our people? ”

"Don't worry, calm down, I'll watch it again."

Victor checked the clues again, and the bloodstains had indeed suddenly disappeared by the city wall, which made him a little confused:

"In my years of experience in handling cases, I have never encountered such a situation, which is so strange! A group of big living people just disappeared out of thin air? That's impossible! ”

The gendarmes wanted to rescue their companions as soon as possible, so they suggested: "Or ...... Let's go around to the other side, there is a gate to enter the inner wall on the other side, and it is not good to spend time here, our people are still bleeding. ”

Instead of researching the case with the others, Edgar hid and kicked the stone in boredom, and the stone was kicked against the wall with a crisp sound, and she jerked her head up, as if she saw something.

"Come here and light up the walls with your torches!" She said to the vigilante, and then, in the light of the fire, everyone saw a strange sight—

There is a strange pattern of bright red on the rough stone wall-

A huge circle is covered with a twelve-pointed star pattern, and several equilateral triangles are nested inside, and the triangle has more polygons and curves in it, and finally a strange vortex is formed in the center, and around the outermost circle and the twelve-pointed star pattern, there are strange words written that cannot be understood.

The gendarmerie knight sensed that something was not quite right with the red in the pattern in front of him, so he went to the wall, dipped his finger lightly in the pattern, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and then exclaimed:

"My old man! This is not the red pigment that painters usually use! This pattern is painted on the wall with blood! ”

The vigilantes and militiamen shouted angrily: "Fuck! Damn gringos! They won't use their own blood, they must have painted it with our blood! Poor Sergeant Simchel! ”

Victor frowned, but he still couldn't understand it when he got closer: "This pattern looks ...... Like some kind of pagan circle symbol? I've seen something similar in the alchemist's book, but ...... Which country's text is next to this twelve-pointed star? It was twisted and twisted like an earthworm, not a Flannian language, nor the language of the Asian continent. ”

A voice came from the darkness: "I know what this is!" This is the script of the indigenous tribes of the southern tropical archipelago – called Ceylonese! Friend, please push me to the wall, and I'll read it to you. ”

Victor looked back and saw that it was Master William, who was being pushed by a militiaman in his wheelchair to help him move.

Before that, Young Master William had been silently following behind everyone, and after seeing the strange words on the wall, he didn't feel strange and weird, but seemed very excited, because he felt that he could finally make a difference.

This kind of mood is called a sense of presence, especially for a disabled person who is always ignored and destined to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

To help him see more clearly, three torches shone at the stone wall, and the blood-drawn pattern was clearly displayed in front of William.

He wiped the mist from his glasses and read:

"Spirit of the Black Moon, Lord of the Stars, God of Chaos, up and down, only My Lord Supreme!

The sacrificial knife has released the blood of the living sacrifice, and at this solemn and sacred moment,

Your faithful acolytes hereby ask for a miracle and grant us the keys to the Holy Land!

The glory of Ispara Rimbat will live on forever! ”

After listening to him read it, almost everyone frowned and looked dazed.

Even William himself was confused: "What the hell is this?" Like the picture books of those ancient astrologers in the imperial capital library, they are obscure and unclear. ”

Edgar stepped up and pressed William's shoulder: "These gringos kidnapped our patrolmen and used their blood to write these words and graphics of unknown meaning, these guys are a bunch of crazy people, right?" ”

Victor keenly noticed that one of the militiamen who had followed them was trembling and his face turned purple.

"What's wrong with you?"

The militiaman raised his arm tremblingly, pointed to the figure on the wall, and stumbled:

"I remembered...... The young master read it out just now...... stuff

I didn't understand it, but I can be sure that this incident must have something to do with the Soskaya Voodoo Sect!

Because these spells are too similar to the exhibits in the town museum...... It's a repetition of the Vampire Count incident hundreds of years ago! ”

Hearing him do this, several other locals also became nervous, staring at the pattern on the wall with frightened eyes.

The natives of Fog Pine were brave at the beginning, but at the mention of the name of the Soskaya Voodoo Cult, they became suspicious and terrified.