"I remember, well, go down here."

Gerd leads the way in the long-abandoned castle.

Behind him was Ran, who had dried his clothes, and Regis, who had been relaxed from start to finish.

At this time, some of the huge glass windows in Heinkawich Castle were still largely intact, while others had been crushed by the increasingly heavy snow.

However, the snow was accumulating higher and higher on the windowsills of those windows, and only a few beams of light could penetrate the castle.

As a result, the interior of Hainkawich was dimly lit.

As the leader, Gerd lit a torch and held it.

The building, which is mostly made of stone, is sturdy, but it still reflects the decades of being abandoned.

The carpet on the floor is entangled, frozen in that moment decades ago.

Lanne's boots stepped on it, not even deliberately crushing his toes, and the carpet under his feet shattered like a rotten sack.

They went upstairs from the castle hall and stopped at an intermediate floor.

There are several wooden doors scattered in the corridors here, most of which have been violently torn apart.

Looking through the marks of knives and axes on the wooden doors, you can see that the walls of the room have collapsed.

The snow and cold winds of the Amer Mountains from the outside world pour in, giving you a feeling of both mental and physical coolness.

"Heh, this kind of trace, it's really Anahad's secret room."

Gerd carried a torch deep into the hallway, eventually stopping in front of an unremarkable stone wall.

Without him speaking, Lan En's amber cat's eyes automatically began to shrink and focus.

In the witcher's view, the lower edge of the wall had obvious signs of opening and closing.

It is a secret door disguised as a wall.

Lan half-crouched down, touched the semicircular scratches on the ground, and looked up at Gerd.

"Such an obvious trace, Anahad didn't even want to hide it from his fellow witchers, did he?"

Gede didn't seem to care at all about what the founder of his school thought.

Because he knows that each school is in charge of its own affairs, and no one cares about others. So there's no need to even hide it. ”

Faced with Gede's deep resentment towards the school, Lan En helplessly spread his hands.

Although he didn't have a sense of belonging to the Bear School, he stopped there.

And Gerd, the witcher who had lived in Hainkawich for a long time, resisted his school even more than he did.

"At this point, there is no point in talking about the past."

Regis stepped forward in his slow-paced tone.

"Let's think about how to open the secret door? I remember many of these scenes where the mechanism of the secret door was placed in the candlestick on the wall."

Regis said as he walked towards one of the hanging candelabras on the stone wall.

Ryan half-crouched in a playful gesture as he watched the High Vampire walk by.

He didn't even glance at the candlestick, after all, this was Anahad's secret room, how could he put the switch in such a conspicuous place?

"Oh? So dear Mr. Barber, where did this 'valuable' experience come from? Could it be the knight and the adventure book?! ”

Before Rann could finish his teasing, Regis's fingers hooked on the hanging candlestick, and then pulled it down, making a 'click' sound of the mechanism working.

This caused the final '?' of Lan's sentence to suddenly turn into a shocked tone.

Amid the sound of the stone wall door scraping against the floor, Regis looked at the embarrassed Rann with a calm smile.

"Experience. If you live a long time, you will have all kinds of experiences, young people. ”

With that, he put his hand on the strap of his shoulder bag and walked through the secret door.

After a long time, Mentos finally launched a fireworks effect on Lan's retina, and the font in the middle of the retina is: taunt +1

Yes!

The biological brain is reversed!

The young man was expressionless, patted his trouser leg very calmly, stood up, and walked inside.

Gerd followed him, looking very hindered: "As I said, Anahad doesn't care about concealment or not. ”

Lan En pursed his lips unhappily after hearing this.

But this rather harmonious atmosphere disappeared without a trace after all three of them entered the secret door.

Because several corpses were lying not far from the entrance of the secret door.

Lane and Gerd, who had been relaxed and joking, quickly raised their guard.

The two of them furrowed their brows, not approaching the corpses too closely.

"Anahad doesn't care about seclusion." Lan looked at the group of corpses and asked softly, "But he doesn't rule out killing people who enter his secret room, right, Gede?" ”

"For the Bear School, these two emotions are indeed not contradictory." Ged was positive about Lanne's speculation.

"The time of death is very long, judging by the extent of the damage to the bodies and clothes, it can be decades. What mob are they? ”

Once in working mode, Lan unconsciously muttered to himself as he observed the clues.

Gerd next to him agrees with him and adds to this.

"Most likely, it's them, chopping axes, bone chopping knives, and pitchforks. Match the signs of destruction on the wooden door outside. ”

"The key is how they die. What can kill them may also kill us. ”

"How to die? This is not easy to see. Lann took two steps, trying to see more from a different perspective.

"The cold environment kept their bodies intact, but because of weathering, all the soft tissues on their bodies were shriveled and stuck to the bones. I couldn't see the wounds on my skin and flesh. ”

Lan's eyesight is much stronger than that of ordinary witchers under the effect of [Psionic Vision], and he says that if he can't see, Ged is even more impossible.

The young man was silent for a moment, then raised his left hand at the place where the corpse had fallen.

"[Alder]!"

"Bang!"

The air was squeezed into a translucent shock wave by the impact of the Chaos Magic, and it slammed out.

The autumn wind swept away the leaves and pushed the debris on the ground and a few corpses deeper into the ground.

After a little more waiting, Lan En put down his left hand.

"It's not a hair-pressure trap, we can get over it first."

Gerd nodded, "Clever to do." ”

The Witcher's Sigil can indeed break some traps with violence, but most of the Bear School will have to spend their precious vitality on bearing the weight of their armor rather than restoring their Chaos magic.

So they cherish the opportunity to use the Dharma.

The two witchers cautiously walked towards the depths of the chamber, and the two of them invariably put a layer of [Quinn Law Seal] on themselves.

Walking past the place where the corpses were piled up just now, Lan En was sure that there was no trap here, not that his [Spiritual Vision] couldn't see it.

Because of his name as the founder of the Anahad School, he appears to be very careful here.

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