Yanan entered the Viscount's castle under the guidance of a young man in a ceremonial dress, the walls of the auditorium were made of white jade from the East, carved with delicate and luxurious reliefs, emitting a soft light. A huge red pennant hangs in the center of the auditorium, embroidered with the white swan coat of arms of the Humbeck family.

"Welcome to the Viscount Castle, in Lower Samuel. Montfeldt, knight of Lord Viscount Honbeck," the young man led Anan to the castle ring staircase.

"Alfred. Anjou. Yanan replied coldly.

"What a noble surname." Samuel didn't seem to sense Yanan's cold attitude, and praised him.

Yanan continued to walk in silence, jotting down Samuel's words.

The two of them walked out of the ring staircase and went to the marquis's drawing room of the castle, where Samuel went to report the news of Viscount Yanan's arrival, and asked him to wait for a while.

When Samuel closed the hall door, Yanan got up and walked to the living room window to observe the situation outside the castle. An archery competition is being held outside the manor, and a large group of waiters are serving a dozen men and women dressed in ornate robes. Occasionally, there was a nobleman who hit the bull's-eye, and the crowd erupted in loud compliments and cheers.

Samuel walked to the center of the crowd and whispered into the ear of a middle-aged man dressed in white, who spoke a few words to the nobleman next to him before slowly walking towards the castle.

Yanan waited in the marquis living room for about ten minutes before Viscount Humbeck walked in.

"The efficiency of the Railway Guard Bureau is really amazing, and it seems that Your Excellency has already achieved fruitful results when he first arrived in the territory below." As soon as the viscount entered the door, he "complimented" Yanan.

"I'm really sorry, Lord Viscount, the strict defense of your lord is really a model of nobility, and I have searched repeatedly outside the manor, but I still have not found any trace of filth." Yanan's "polite" response.

The conversation reached an impasse for a while, Yanan did not have a good impression of this viscount, and the viscount would not condescend to take the initiative to talk to him.

"Lord Alfred, out of courtesy, you haven't introduced yourself to the Viscount yet." Samuel, who was standing aside, spoke. The strange thing is that the viscount knight did not reprimand Yanan, let alone wait silently for the master to give the order to expel the guest, but instead started a round.

The etiquette of this world, Yanan, who does not have any noble status, should indeed take the initiative to report his name to the viscount. Yanan held his breath, silently thinking in his heart that I am here to complete the task, I am here to complete the task, and stood up and saluted Viscount Humbeck.

"Dear Viscount Honbeck, in Lower Alfred. Anjou, Garrison Officer of the Railway Garrison. At the same time, the letter of the deputy commander was handed over.

"Hmm." The viscount snorted, took the letter, and threw it on the table without opening it. Yanan was about to flare up in a hurry, but the viscount finally spoke, "Samuel, it's up to you to receive Lord Alfred." Then he walked out of the living room.

After Samuel sent the Ion Lord, he took out a brief map of the viscounty, on which he pointed out the location of the silver mines.

"Twenty-three days ago, on the 14th of November, a worker had gone missing, and on the 18th his body was found at the bottom of the mine, and there were no major lacerations on the body, which should have been killed by a high fall. On November 21, two workers went missing, and no bodies have been found. Anan listened quietly to Samuel's statement.

"On November 25, workers dug up natural silver nuggets and leaked a silvery liquid from the cracks in the crumbling rock into the underground river." Samuel followed the river on the map to the village downstream.

"On December 1, a villager in the sixth village of the mining area in the lower reaches of the Baisha River reported that they had found these two silvery liquids in the river.

Yanan sneered in his heart, the knight seemed to have told the whole story, but the only useful information was what he said, that he had found a foul breath in the villages downstream of the river. The on-site investigation, the questioning of witnesses, and the analysis of filth damage were all hidden. If it weren't for Alfred's reminder and this series of unpleasant experiences, Yanan would probably really trust this set of rhetoric.

"Your Excellency Yanan, although it is a little rude, but the filth is very important, I suggest going to the lower reaches of the Baisha River tonight to investigate." Samuel said solemnly.

To do enough play, Yanan's face is as tight as a flower card K.

"It is true that there is no delay in expelling filth, I agree with Your Excellency."

"That's really great, Your Excellency can ignore the past suspicions, and the filth problem of the viscount will definitely be solved soon." Samuel beamed.

"Well, my mission report this time also has Your Excellency Lao."

"It's an honor to be able to help Mr. Yanan."

With zero points, he sentenced the report to death.

Yanan and Samuel exchanged pleasantries before leaving the castle, and they agreed to meet at the gate of the manor at 9 p.m.

In the middle of the moon, Yanan arrived at the manor on time, and Samuel was already waiting there. The two of them didn't say much, and galloped towards the lower reaches of the Baiguang River.

At midnight, the two of them rushed to the lower reaches of the Baiguang River, and Yanan followed Samuel to hide in the woods by the river, and the village was in the distance from the woods, and a few torches were shining. Yanan maximized the sense of spiritual sense. Their "luck" seemed to be good, and for about an hour, Yanan felt a foul and evil aura spreading from the bottom of the water.

He opened his eyes, and Samuel sensed the breath too, and he waited, waiting for the filth to climb ashore.

Wow. Two fish jumped ashore from the river. With his tail snapping, slapping the ground, he jumped in the direction of the village.

Yanan and Samuel looked at each other, pulled out their revolvers, and smashed the two fishtails into pieces, no longer moving. The two slowly approached, and the body of the fish seemed to swell strangely.

"I remember when this fish came up, it wasn't that big." Samuel smiled wryly. By the time Yanan and the others got closer to a distance of about 20 paces, the two fish had swelled to the size of half a man, and a large number of pink flesh bubbles emerged from the broken tails, growing together in a series as if they were standing on two legs. The long fin sliced open the abdomen and curled the end, pulling out a long bone spur, completely ignoring the intestines and swim bladders all over the ground.

Yanan saw the disgusting filth again.

Samuel drew his swift sword and tentatively stabbed the fishman a few times, which were easily blocked by the fishbone. Yanan also walked towards the other fish-man, whose fins were as soft as silk without joints, waving bone spurs that could attack from any tricky angle.

Yanan's tentative attack fell into disadvantage and was forced back continuously. Samuel's battle with the other filth is not advantageous either, and can only be delayed with the speed of the ghost.

He raised his knife to block the bone spurs that fell from the top of his head, and before the fins could retract, Yanan stepped forward and cut them off. At this moment, the filthy empty door was wide open, and the cracks on the blade of Yanan's long knife secreted red rays, and slashed at the body of the fish again, wanting to cut it in half.

The filth only took a few steps back, and did not end as expected. The scales that the blade touched had turned from transparent to silver, and the attack did not cause any damage.

Yanan gritted his teeth, raised his long knives to the top of his head, and slashed at the silver scales like a rain shower, just like he did in the mine. He didn't notice that the smashed meat on the ground before was slowly squirming towards Yanan.

The filth retreated again and again, and the heavy blows made the silver scales appear imperceptible cracks, and with just one last slash, the silver scales would turn into splinters. Yanan suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he felt a needle burrow into his calf and pierce countless tendrils inside.

Yanan endured the pain and slashed the last of the slashes, cutting a huge gap in the filthy side, and then sat down on the ground without strength. He lifted his trouser legs, and the pink flesh stuck to his calves, and the thick thorns were still trying to dig into his skin. Yanan tore out the thorns along with some of the flesh, cold sweat soaking his back.

He was just about to catch his breath when a bone spur flew towards his head with the sound of breaking wind.