Without talking about whether the palace governor had the power to hang the construction workers, Lan En at least knew why this matter was so vague in the announcement.

The haunting of the royal mausoleum is very sensitive.

Intolerance and superstition have always been one of the common follies of the common people, and these foolishness may never be completely eradicated, because they are as eternal as the stupidity itself. Today's mountains may be the ocean of the future; Today's ocean may be the desert of the future. But stupidity is always stupidity.

This is a description in a book in this world, and Lane thinks that in a way, it is quite right.

Natural disasters, visions, ghosts, and the political turmoil that can be caused by the growing international tensions and the resulting increased pressure to survive cannot be underestimated.

"We've already received two witchers, one of them is a griffin school, and the other is a bear school like you."

The court steward went on to introduce.

"The two of them have already started to deal with the ghosts in the royal cemetery, but I heard that the progress is not so smooth."

"I'll say that, if you decide to take the commission, I'll give you a pass to enter and leave the cemetery freely. However, if you feel that you cannot afford to take the risk, you will need to sign a non-disclosure agreement here to confirm that the details of the commission will not be disseminated. In case of violation, you will be wanted by Sintra and hanged directly after being arrested. ”

"Understood, I'll take this commission."

Lan En agreed very simply.

He wanted to communicate with the Bear School witcher, but it seemed that the other party was also stumped by the mission.

He didn't want to wait for himself to find the other party, but he could only find a corpse that had been ravaged by a demon.

"Aha! That couldn't be better! ”

Hackath cheered and handed the parchment notice to the mayor.

The mayor behind the desk didn't even look at it, and with a 'snap' he stamped it with the seal on the ring.

"Why don't you write down the right of way for him first, and then let me cover it! Now it's like a rubber stamp! ”

After the cover, the mayor complained to Haxel.

It looks like they do have a good relationship.

The court supervisor turned a deaf ear, picked up the quill on the desk, and wrote the passage documents of the royal mausoleum in rather ornate flower characters, and then his own seal and ring were also covered with it, which was considered a pass.

After handing the pass to Lanne, Haxel and the Witcher shook hands with each other.

"May I give you one more reminder."

The court steward narrowed the distance between him and the witcher, and lowered his voice.

"Please be sure not to divulge the details of this mission, the queen attaches great importance to this issue, it should be said that it takes it very seriously. So if there are rumors in the city"

The words were not finished, but the cold meaning had already passed through the eyes of the palace director, and it was obvious.

Lan En's face did not fluctuate in the slightest: "I have completed the task so far. ”

"It was better to do so." Haxel repeated it earnestly. "Sir, it was better to do so."

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Lan walked out of the town hall, and a black smoke came to him without anyone noticing.

Then it coalesced into one person.

"That's kind of setting an invisible time limit for you, right?"

Regis held the strap of his shoulder bag and walked naturally with Lanne.

He had just listened to the whole thing next to the mayor's office.

"Yes, these people can always bring out several meanings in one sentence, which makes people have a headache."

Lan En complained expressionlessly.

Regis shrugged: "But you still understand it without any effort, and your level is probably higher than all of them." It's just that you don't want to use it. ”

"That's right, I will, but I don't want to use it."

Lan En said as he tugged the pass into his arms.

Haxel says 'if there is a rumor in the city', which is the time limit hidden under the mission.

It is impossible to hide such a powerful news that the royal cemetery is haunted for long.

Townspeople would be crazy about this kind of news because of their passion for 'snooping into the privacy of the royal family', and Rann never regarded medieval intelligence control as an effective tool.

Their loose administrative structure does not have the ability to enforce information control.

The news of the haunting is inevitable, the difference is only whether the royal family's response is a dashing 'problem solved' or silence when rumours arise.

If the latter is the case, then how can the panic and anxiety of the people be channeled?

Presumably, the witcher who took the task was a good target.

"But it's none of our business, right?"

Lane elbowed Regis beside him and laughed evilly.

"Even the magic laid down in the town hall can't detect the atomized form of a high-level vampire."

Times have progressed, and in order to prevent magicians from using illusions to change their faces and make small moves, many city halls and entrances have been equipped with discernment magic.

As soon as it detects traces of illusion magic, it will immediately alert you as if your butt is on fire.

But Regis didn't make any noise just now.

Whether the task is completed or not, they are free to advance and retreat.

"One of the things that intrigued me about this conversation was that it didn't seem to be the demons themselves that Haxel was afraid of the haunting of the cemetery."

Regis said with great interest, he has always been interested in exploring secrets and novelties.

"He looked more like he was worried about the bad effects of the demons. But he's just a palace manager, and if public opinion is boiling, this kind of thing can't be held accountable for him, so what's the tension? ”

"Power is only accountable to the giver of power, Regis."

Lan En said with a flat expression.

"Well, it makes sense, I want to write it down."

The vampire continued to ask as he commented.

And reasoning according to this philosophical sentence aha! Those spirits have made Queen Caranthor, the Lioness of Sintra, anxious? ”

Regis's eyes widened and he exclaimed with a little excitement.

"It seems that those demons not only kill people, but they also bring out something more serious? Is this really possible, expert? ”

"All I can say is, maybe."

Lann nodded.

"The spirits feel endless, unspeakable pain. They are full of anger and feel that they have been wronged, so they hate and envy the living, and if they are really the awakened royal ancestors, then their wails may really bring out a few words that are quite destructive to the current political situation. ”

"Wow, is the rumor true?"

It was the first time that vampires had come into contact with such an exciting topic as 'royal secrets', and the novelty made him feel great. And from this, I think of some rural rumors.

"Rumors? I said Regis, can you have something to say? I'm not a local, and I've never heard a local whisper in my ear. ”

So the vampire quietly lowered his voice.

"That's something about the current Queen of Sintra, uh. Rude speculation. ”

"About her two miscarriages after giving birth to Princess Pavita, infertility, and the loss of her husband that followed."

"One of the countryman's favorite topics, right?"

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