Lann stumbled lightly into the wall.

The movement on the lawn was as soft as a cat landing, and there was no sound of metal armor swaying and colliding.

Before entering, Lan removed the plate parts of his armor.

The whole person seems to have returned to the state when he first came to Oriden, and the main body of the chain mail is covered with cotton armor.

This time was different from the lame infiltration in Camp Willen.

The enemy is not on the shore where the waves are loud and the smell of the sea is strong.

In terms of the defense forces themselves, they are not a mob with weapons.

Rather, it is a group of elite fighters who have undergone rigorous training and actual combat.

The situation Lane faced was undoubtedly countless times more sinister than the battle of Willen's camp.

But Lan En's growth during this period of time is definitely more exaggerated than the change in the situation!

In the corners of the retina, two pieces of data are flashing slightly.

[Stealth] Proficiency -9%

[Assassination] Proficiency -6%

These two skills, after several nights of memory diving, are equivalent to being taught by the Emperor's Son warriors.

The warriors who are so good that they are near-perfect are not the type of people who are good at stealth assassination.

However, as a legion with a "perfect" combat concept, it is impossible not to be proficient in a combat skill, but it is absolutely impossible to not understand it at all.

Therefore, in the full name of these two skills of Lan En, in fact, two lengthy and ornate, ancient European aristocratic names should be added to the prefix.

That's the name of the Emperor's Son warrior who is the source of the skill.

The proficiency of these two skills is no longer based on mortals, but on the group of Celestial Warriors!

9% and 6% mean that in addition to the basic qualities, Lan En has reached the level of a son of an emperor in terms of pure skills, a god warrior who has fought bloody battles with various interstellar races for a hundred years in the boundless sea of stars, close to the level of one percent!

It's like an ethereal shadow.

In the brightly lit luxury manor, Lan En glanced over and could detect the dark corners between the staggered firelight.

And that's where he would like to stay.

A patrol of guards patrolled along the cobblestone paths of the estate.

A halberd, two sword and shield soldiers, a crossbowman, and a hound.

This is the standard configuration of the patrol in the manor.

With a team like this, Lan En could find out more than ten teams just by listening.

Thinking that all night long, this manor would be swept over and over again by the guards with the same attitude as plowing and sweeping holes.

Lane stood in the darkness no more than ten paces away from them.

The vision of an ordinary human cannot penetrate the darkness, and the nose of a hunting dog is not a problem.

When Lan En drank the potion, he deliberately sprinkled a little on the cotton armor cover.

The smell of potions is strong enough to mask its own scent.

And because the ingredients of the witcher's potion are all natural ingredients, the hound will not smell like it has smelled ordinary magic potions, and it will show discomfort due to the magic power inside.

Xiang watched the patrol team walk away without incident, and Lan En continued to move forward.

The main purpose of his coming here was the Count himself.

If the grass is alarmed, then Lan En does not believe that such a high-ranking and powerful person will have no way out in a well-managed manor.

Lan En could not identify the Count's own physical information, and it would be unwise to rush into the main building of the manor.

But his mind was spinning fast.

The faintly shiny cat's eyes search the ground for stray footprints, and the nose catches pheromones in the air.

Soon, in the integrated vision of the witcher, he recognized the trajectory of a scent.

"The smell of disorganized and complicated smells is different from the smell of sweat, feet, and leather that is common to the guards, blood, feces, vomit, and dirty clothes that have not been changed for a long time."

Lan En muttered to himself.

The witcher's senses weren't always effective, at least not for Lann to discern the mess of scents.

Maybe by the time the Space Marine's intensive surgery is complete, he'll be able to do it. But with the power of the Demon Hunter alone, that's the limit.

But the use of power requires brains.

He didn't need to be discerning in this matter.

As long as you grasp the group characteristics of the children who have been trafficked and imprisoned, and then distinguish them from the group characteristics of the people in the manor, you will be able to recognize them.

A frighteningly powerful earl, whether it is a guard or a servant, will not make them incontinent and vomit, right?

Decency is more important than life for a nobleman.

A servant can lose his master's property and continue to work, but if he loses his master's face, he will have to die.

Migrating through the dark corners, Lan En gradually approached the main building of the manor.

It was a three-story building that covered a large area.

The solid stone and timber beam structure is clearly different from the brick buildings of the commoners outside the manor.

This architectural style is simply after the castle!

Only the top of the building is paved with orange-red tiles that are the same as those of the buildings outside the manor.

It seems that he wants to make this place not too obtrusive from the condescending perspective of the palace.

The Count and the King are still at odds with each other.

However, it is expected that if the pro-Nilphogaard forces in Temeria continue to grow, it is difficult to say whether the Count will be able to maintain the conflict to the level of mere "political disagreement".

Lann touched the heel of the fortress.

"The smell ends here. A wall? ”

Whether it was messy footprints or the smell of a group, they were abruptly stopped in front of this wall.

The rich experience of watching the detective made Lan En sure that it was a machine wall.

"Look at the signs of wear and tear on the wall."

A pair of cat's eyes narrowed slightly, patrolling left and right on the wall. Finally, on an ordinary wall tile, Lan found signs of wear that were different from those blown by wind and rain.

This brick is often touched.

With a single touch, the masonry sinks in.

A large stone wall was flipped open, revealing a swarthy hole.

This should have been something to be happy about, because Lan En had already found the place where the other party hid the child's slave.

He was only a few steps away from freeing these poor people.

But Lan couldn't laugh.

He couldn't laugh at a goal that he had been working on for a long time and was almost about to achieve.

For just standing at the mouth of this deep cave he heard some sounds.

Some voices that have absolutely no good news.

Lan stood at the mouth of the cave, head bowed. After a long time, I took a deep breath and walked on.

He already knew what he was going to see in this place.

And he was also mentally prepared.

The rest is to face.

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