After walking in, Feng Xi came to the severed finger with a clear goal, and after such a long time, the replaced severed finger was still here.

No one knows about it, and no one will know about it in the future.

I remember when I came here before, the surroundings were empty, but now there seem to be more wood carvings.

"Has this stuff been here all along?"

"Sir, the objects in this museum have always existed."

At least it was before he came, and he didn't know what it was like before he came, maybe only the two dead drunkards knew.

"Introduce me to it."

The guard's face sank, he actually met someone who was interested, how did he know the story of these things.

Moreover, the caretaker secretly glanced at Feng Xi, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

If this man weren't wearing what looked noble, he wouldn't have bothered to make a request.

"Sir, may you ask what you want to know about this?"

The caretaker rubbed his hands restlessly, tentatively inquiring about the origin and purpose of the ritual.

And at this moment, one of the knights found the wind ritual, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted:

"Hello, Duke of Fengxi, breakfast is ready, look?"

"Wait."

At this time, the guards were about to pee, this was actually the duke, why didn't he receive any news.

If he hadn't known the Earl of Marlobeque, he wouldn't have believed it.

That's the duke, and their lord is the count.

At this moment, the caretaker no longer mentioned the question just now, and immediately lowered his head and asked:

"Lord Duke, I wonder what story you want to know?"

"I want to know interesting stories."

This stumped the caretaker, who was usually a businessman, because the Bisisi Forest was too dangerous now, and he had to become a caretaker.

It was heard that one of Bissisi's wolves died, which made the wolves angry, and then went around hunting and killing people who passed by.

Now, he has no choice, and after carefully looking at Feng Xi, he said tentatively:

"Does the Duke know about the werewolves of the Bisisi Forest?"

“...”

After noticing that Feng Xi did not speak, the caretaker calmed down and continued:

"Lord Duke, I used to be a foot merchant, because of the werewolf of Bissisi, and now..."

"Stop, I don't want to hear your story, just tell me about the werewolf and the Bisisi Forest."

“... Be. ”

After being interrupted, the caretaker did not dare to show his dissatisfaction, and after thinking carefully, he said slowly:

"Lord Duke, I have heard from other merchants that while they were picking wild fruits in the forest, they met a wolf walking upright."

As he spoke, the caretaker looked at the wind and wanted to see a surprised expression in it, but all he saw was calm.

This made him a little frightened, if he couldn't satisfy the mysterious duke, he was afraid that he would die today, so he gritted his teeth and performed with all his heart.

Under the narration of the guards, a piece of history passed down by word of mouth emerged.

Legend has it that on a dark and windy day, the moon in the sky causes the wolves in the forest to shed their wolf skins and transform into humans, so that they can walk in the jungle.

At this time, if someone strays into the forest, they will be caught by werewolves and eaten alive, and the wolf who eats people will look more like people.

The only way to deal with werewolves is the knight's silver armor and the church's holy praise.

"Stop! How does it have anything to do with the church? ”

The interruption of the wind ceremony caused panic in the hearts of the guards.

[It's over, it seems to be too much to make up.] 】

The threat of death hung over his head, and it made the caretaker's brain rac at this moment.

Suddenly, he thought of a rumor that few people knew about.

After swallowing nervously several times in a row, the caretaker whispered slowly:

"Lord Duke, you don't know, those wolves are protected by the god of wind, so they must be praised by the Pope,

Otherwise, the god of wind protects the werewolves, and even the knight's silver sword can't defeat the werewolves. ”

This explanation seems to be profound, if it weren't for the fact that Feng Xi knew the origin of the wind god, he would have really been deceived.

"You've figured it out, this is the last chance."

Then Feng Xi walked to the booth and saw a wood carving, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Behind him, the caretaker broke out in a cold sweat, and after a while, his back was soaked.

"Well, come up with nothing, if you let me know you're lying to me and wasting my time."

The rest of the words, Feng Xi didn't say anything, but the knight of the Count of Marlobec showed his silver sword very well.

At this moment, the caretaker was really about to cry.

"This, this, Lord Duke, you make me think."

"I'll give you 1 minute, I have limited time, I'll say whatever comes to mind."

Under the pressure of Fengxi, he thought of some stories in his hometown, and told them directly, regardless of whether they were true or not.

"I know, Lord Duke, the god of wind is real, I heard from the people in the village before that a hunter who lived in Wolf Mountain met the god of wind,

This made him very capable of hunting, but later it seems that because he offended the god of wind, all three generations of his family died tragically. ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Xi felt his brain buzzing, and he was in a trance for a moment, and then after quickly calming down, he asked in a serious tone:

"Tell me more."

"Well, that person doesn't know where he came from, anyway, when I heard that the people in the village saw him, he was covered in blood, by the way, that person was in the territory,

I heard him say that he was going to help in the tavern, I don't know if he went, but no one should want him when he's so old. ”

[It's the one who survived the knight massacre.] 】

That's enough news, and the wind ritual is sure of one thing.

After he made changes in the memories projected by his memory, he would affect some things in the past.

After following the Earl Knight back to the room, he entered the door.

Feng Xi found that blood was slowly flowing out of the seven orifices.

"Heh, I knew there would be a backlash."

The reason why I came back so quickly was because when I was in the museum, the trance of my brain reminded me of the incident that happened in the world of memory.

After wiping off the blood, ignoring the pain in his body, Feng Xi slowly sat down and rinsed his mouth to wash away the smell of blood.

Then he got up and walked out of the room, went straight to the kitchen, picked up a few things, and walked out of the castle of the Counts of Malobic once more.

People with a hangover should eat white bread when they see it.

Pushing back the half-hidden wooden door, Feng Xi searched for the old man in the disgusting tavern atmosphere.

Soon after, the wind found the survivor in a corner dressed in tatters and with gray hair, holding a wine bottle in his arms.

"I know you're awake, I'm looking for you, it's white bread, I'll wait for you outside after eating."

As he spoke, Feng Xi threw down the white bread and left the disgusting tavern without a moment's hesitation.