"It was a night of lightning and thunder, and the carriage was hurrying through the town, and the poor old viscount, who could not afford to raise soldiers, hired a group of squires from outside for the sake of façade. On that day, the Viscount's Mansion was revelry all night, countless women were secretly pulled out of the back door, their bodies were covered with bruises, their mouths and noses were sewn with needles and threads, and invisible fear spread through the town, and everyone knew that the new little viscount was a perverted madman - the sacred 1400 years. ”

Liam thought of the record in that ancient book, the sentence and the paragraph, describing the strange and terrifying picture of the scene, a vicious man became a viscount, in what way would he torture the people in the territory?

The night the little viscount came was mad, evil, and terrifying. But over the next year, the little viscount became a beloved man in the realm, as he helped the people out of poverty all the time.

The reality is so absurd, the mad demon has become a respected and beloved good man.

"In 1422, on the 22nd of October, it was pouring rain, and the little viscount stood alone in front of the statue, and he stood there alone, for a day and a night, and no one went to make an umbrella for him, because every house was locked, and after that day, the old viscount died, and the little viscount succeeded to the throne and changed his name to 'Tran Joshua', and from then on, no one knew the name of the little viscount, and no one dared to say it, because those who knew it were buried in the cemetery. Writing this paragraph, I knew that I was dying, and I did not dare to say his name, so I could only write that his surname was 'Rand'. ”

.....

Horag pondered for more than ten seconds, and finally spoke his purpose, "My brother, he was once a glorious knight of the kingdom, but now, he is like a corpse that is still alive. He used to be called 'James Rand' and now he is called 'Tran Joshua'. ”

Liam was startled, his mouth opening uncontrollably.

"You know the name?"

Liam calmed down, found a chair and sat down, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I only know his last name, but I don't know that he has this relationship with you. Hir, can you tell me what you know, I hope it can help you, and I hope that you will succeed to the throne alive. ”

Horag heard the meaning of the other party's words, thought for a while, and said: "Thirty years ago, James disappeared mysteriously, and the commander of the legion didn't know why he disappeared. Five years later, I retired from the Legion and came here as an entitlement, and I was surprised to find an old nobleman with a long history, so I went to visit. And the current heir to that old nobleman is my brother who has been missing for five years, James Rand. ”

Horag let go of his grip on the greatsword, and the bladeless greatsword plunged into the ground as easily as tofu.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Liam's mouth twitched, could this giant sword also be a curse.

"He's not my brother, I'm more sure of that."

Liam rubbed his chin and pondered the possibilities. "Could it be, your brother had an accident and lost his memory."

Horag stood up and walked straight to the oil painting on the front of the room, which was a rather abstract painting, the painter boldly used red dye instead of the sky, black instead of the earth, abstract figures in white or gray, they stood on the earth, making various strange poses, as if worshipping, as if fighting, hanging on both sides of the sky are the dim moon and sun, abstract like a pair of eyes.

His gaze wanders aimlessly over the oil painting, as if he is looking for something, and as if he is a mentally ill person in a daze. "Amnesia does not change a person's habits and character, something has taken possession of James's body, a demon who should be crucified and burned alive."

Liam frowned slightly, Demon?

In his mind, he recalled the rich aura of death and black magic behind Joshua, and in the billowing black and gray mist, five twisted and hideous faces roared silently.

"He's not a demon." Liam couldn't be more determined. "He's a dark mage, he's been alive for years, dark mage."

Horag's eyes were in focus, and the burly body slowly turned around, the somewhat cloudy brown eyes stared at each other without blinking, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped each other. "Your basis."

In the face of the coercion of a knight who was several times stronger than himself, Liam felt that his breathing had become sluggish, but he still pretended to be calm and calm, and spread his hands. "A man's intuition."

Horag's brow furrowed, and after a few seconds, he withdrew his coercion, "Whether he is a dark mage or a demon of the abyss, I want him to tell the truth himself, and.... Expiation. With one last word, he looked at the greatsword.

"It shouldn't be a problem to deal with him with your strength, but you have been dormant for so many years, do you have any fears?" When Liam said this, it was equivalent to a formal transaction.

Horag walked back to his seat, grasped the hilt of his sword in his left hand, and lifted it up from the ground. "He has a shadow, and I can't act under the watchful eye of the shadow."

"Shadows?" Liam muttered, suddenly remembering the black-robed man standing at the door of the living room last night, the guy who was able to melt into the darkness, appearing silently, like a ghost walking through a dark river, and like Joshua's inseparable shadow.

"Is there a way to restrain it?" Liam was also very jealous of that guy, and it seemed that if Horag and Joshua were in a fight, the shadow had to be dealt with.

Horag shook his head, "It has lived for hundreds of years, and it has stood behind all Joshua since the beginning of the establishment of the Berg Kingdom, and it is precisely because of its existence that no nobleman dares to make a move against the weakened Joshua." ”

"Lived for hundreds of years?" Liam chewed on the other party's words, at the beginning of the establishment of the kingdom, the first Joshua had this powerful bodyguard, and so on, could it be that it was because of its existence that Joshua was qualified for hereditary succession?

A picture slowly emerged in front of him, the painting was a handsome young man in armor, he reined in his horse and looked out, holding the hilt of his sword, behind him, the cavalry array flag fluttering, and in the corner of this picture, a slender figure from the array always looked at the handsome man, the man was hidden in the dark, his face was deliberately smeared.

This painting hangs in the living room of the Viscount's Palace, and depicts the picture of Tran Joshua leading his troops on a campaign, when the Viscount was in his prime and heroic.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in my mind, and all the mysteries and clues emerged one by one, and all of this was just one point, a point that could connect all of them.

"I'll find a way to fix it, but I need your cooperation." Liam spoke.

Horag looked at him, and the young man in front of him had a feeling that had not been felt in years, and the memory of this feeling was when he fought with his brothers in the Legion.

"I believe in you."

The corners of his mouth curled, and Liam bowed, "Thank you." When he bowed his head, the "curtain" in his right eye quietly dissipated.

The second ability of the "Veil" is to modify the target's emotions and unconsciously guide the target in a suggestive way.

In just a dozen seconds, Rao is the mana storage of the late stage of a level 2 magician, and he also feels extremely difficult, this ability to modify the trajectory of the target's actions and the direction of his thinking belongs to the path of fate, and the god of death is the god who harvests the soul and fate.

....

The janitor led the way, and Liam followed, and the darkness in the corridor was as thick as the sea, and the shimmering curse was like a small boat, splitting the black sea, and the black merged into the sea at the stern.

Liam found that the corridor seemed deeper and more dangerous now than it had been when he came.

Exhaled lightly, his right hand always holding the scroll inscribed with level 3 magic, which was his only reliance.

The soles of his shoes clattered on the ground, sometimes stepping on small pools of water, making a plopping sound, which Liam didn't find wrong at first, but then it became more and more weird, because the water pools became more and more sticky.

He bowed his head slightly, and his gaze swept to the ground, the dry ground, the dry ashlar, and there was not a single water stain in sight.

"Is it my hallucination?" An inexplicable sense of crisis appeared without warning, and he turned his head to look at the wall, where in the inky darkness, a door was half-hidden, and "F3" was written above the door.

"Gluttonous witch." Suddenly, the voice rang out.

Liam was taken aback and subconsciously clenched the scroll.

Despite a deal with Horag, the place is full of danger and weirdness, and any carelessness could cost him his life.

Moreover, to be killed in such a place, with the power of Cucher, no one dared to care, not even the king.

"In this prison, there is a criminal on each floor, who is either bewitched by a cult, or a dealer with a demon, or a member of a secret organization, and each door represents an organization, and everyone in it is dangerous, especially if you are low."

Blisters erupted on the ground, and a handsome man in a modest gown, a silk top hat, and a gentleman's stick emerged from within, and he was in the middle of the two, with a warm smile on his face.

"Your Excellency Kuschel!" Liam immediately saluted respectfully, while quietly condensing his magic in his right eye, allowing him to react immediately if something unexpected happens.

"Hehehe." Kuchel smiled absently, reached out to take the curse from the janitor, and held it up to the house number.

"There's a pig in F3, and she's been the gluttonous witch of the Red Rose." Kuchel said, pushing open the door, and in the dim light of the room, a mutilated, emaciated woman writhed from a pile of filthy, fat bodies, as if bathed in blood and internal organs.

When Liam saw this scene, he almost vomited the overnight meal.

"The ability of the Witch of Gluttony is devouring, and a fully formed witch has at least the strength of a Sage (level 7-8)." Kuchel raised his hand and tore off the mouth that suddenly appeared on his neck, the black flames burned the mouth and twisted and struggled, and the smell of flesh wafted out of his palm.

Liam saw it clearly, the weird guy in the house, obviously didn't do anything, Kuchel had already been tricked, although the other party immediately dissolved it, but this ability that can't be seen with the naked eye is really terrifying.

The black fire palm jumped, and the mouth did not leave a single ash behind, and it was just gone.

The figure in the fat and guts stopped, her hair hanging down, her obscured face revealing a hideous expression, and puffs of foul odor erupted from her mouth.

"This pig has to eat all the time, otherwise it will hurt the breeder like it just did." Kuschel speaks, always smiling, and in a comfortable tone, "Without food, she eats herself, and is born out of disgusting excrement, and this is the power of the Gluttonous Witch—to devour endlessly, to be reborn endlessly." ”

With that, the black fire flew in, instantly igniting the fat and the figure, and the raging black fire only burned for more than ten seconds, leaving only a pile of black powder on the ground.

"You... Kill her? Liam swallowed, what kind of holy is this gentle viscount in front of him.

"The owner was just helping her give birth." The janitor interjected.

"Childbirth?"

Kuschel threw the curse into it, and the stone rolled off the ground for several meters before hitting the table leg before stopping.

Liam saw that on the filthy table, which was piled up with countless pieces of internal organs and meat, a piece of flesh full of fibroids was wriggling, and it was slowly turning into a small person.

"Witches cannot be killed, they can only be replaced." Kuchel looked at the piece of meat, and his expression became a little cold, "If you rashly replace the witch, you will be assimilated, even if you are a demigod." However, there is a special situation, that is, the dying person, the person possessed by evil spirits, the witch's heart is a good medicine, which can heal all injuries and rise from death..."

Liam stared at the mass of flesh, his heart as if touched by something, and a pretty figure unconsciously appeared in front of him.