The dimly lit dungeon is illuminated by oil lamps suspended from pillars.

Under the orange light, Albers smiled.

He was very satisfied with his dinner.

Not only was there a whole roasted wild goose, but also a 3-kilogram roasted deer steak and, of course, his favorite wine and light beer.

The sweet and sour wine was clearly blended by the estate's winemaker, and Albers guessed that sugar was added to it.

The 'freshness', 'softness' and 'bitterness' of light beer are obviously precipitated for 12 weeks.

Drink two glasses of wine in one sip - that's all the wine, and the Oak Estate is generous enough to know that in the Silver Age, when knights go out on expeditions and return from victory, there will be a glass of wine.

Roasted geese and roasted deer steak were also the favorite foods of the aristocracy, and their status at banquets surpassed pork, beef and mutton.

As for the fish?

For a long time, the aristocracy of South Los did not recognize fish as meat, and they considered it vegetarian because the commoners ate it most of the time.

Not anymore, of course, but some customs remain.

Pulling off the wild goose's legs, the crispy skin made a crisp sound with the tearing of the wild goose's legs, and a large piece fell into the plate, Albers picked up the crispy skin, stuffed it into his mouth, crunched, and poured a sip of light beer into his mouth.

The umami of light beer and the fat of wild geese are fully integrated, and it is really delicious in the world!

Almost subconsciously, Albers wanted another sip - pale ales were much more common than scarce wines, and the old butler had brought a keg.

But Albers held back.

The detective did not forget about his mission.

From time to time, his gaze swept over the cell where Marianne was being held.

It was quiet, and if it weren't for the sound of breathing, Albers would have thought there was no one there.

Sure enough, it's greasy! ’

Albers was more and more sure in his heart.

If at first, the detective wasn't sure, now he was pretty sure there was something wrong with Marianne.

Because, the other party is too quiet.

Albers has seen a lot of criminals, and after each one is caught, his demeanor is different, but it definitely won't be so long, and he can still be quiet, just like Ramit and Geert yelling is normal-

"Let me out! I am the first heir to Oak Estate! ”

"You bastard! Let me out! ”

It's Lamit's shouting.

The other party has been shouting like this since he came back to his senses.

If you are tired of shouting, you will rest for a while, and continue to shout when you are done.

It is clear that the other side cannot accept the facts and has become hysterical.

And Geert is even more interesting.

"Alberth, we're friends!"

"I invited you to Oak Manor!"

"Help me! I will not forget your kindness! ”

The second son of the former lord began to play the emotional card with the detective.

Albers was dismissive of this - even though he lacked experience, he was not stupid, and as things unfolded, he had already realized that Geert had evil intentions and bad intentions towards him.

Albers's silence made Geert's words gradually irritable.

"Albers, you don't know what the Lord is up to!"

"Let me out! I can guarantee you will be able to leave safely! ”

"Let me out! Do you hear that? Let me out! ”

In the face of Geert's coercion and temptation, Albers pulled off another roasted wild goose leg - there is no doubt that the chef of Oak Manor is quite good at roasting the wild goose leg on the outside and tender on the inside, and the juice flows out of the corner of his mouth when he takes a bite.

'Did you smear your lard jelly?' ’

Albers guessed.

And the aroma of the food stimulates Lamit, Geert.

Two people who had never suffered, feeling the hunger in their stomachs and smelling the sound of food, Lamit directly shouted: "Give me food!" You are abusing the captives like this, you are violating the agreement of the nobility! ”

"Yes!"

"You have broken the noble covenant!"

Geert, of course, remembered that the two were not the heirs of the old lord, but at this time, he still chose to mess around.

'Breaking the nobility's agreement? ’

'First of all, you are not nobles. ’

'Me? ’

Not really! ’

Albers still didn't speak, but thought to himself.

It wasn't a habitual silence by nature, it was his uncle's training—and the thought of that uncle made Albers a little excited.

He hadn't seen his uncle since he came to South Los five years ago!

The longing made the detective slightly distracted.

Until—

"Enemy attack!"

The manor hunter and the swordsman's voice were so loud that they could still be heard even in the dungeon, and Albers looked solemn.

"Hahaha!"

"The lord is here!"

"You're finished!"

Geert shouted loudly, and Lamit jumped in - the other party didn't think much about it at all, only to vent his anger.

Albers, though, didn't pay any attention to any of this.

His eyes were just fixed on Marianne's cell.

In Marianne's cell, which had been silent for a long time, there was finally a noise—the crisp sound of chains falling to the ground.

After that, a faint black color was printed on the cell door from the inside out.

The cell door was corroded in an instant.

Marianne walked out slowly.

Different from the bright and moving before, Marianne's face turned pale at this moment, and there was a faint blue in the white.

She raised her hand and pointed at Albers.

Black, foul-smelling smoke shrouded Elberth.

But—

Bite!

A copper coin was flicked up by Albers's thumb, and in a crisp and pleasant sound, the smoke was blocked by an invisible barrier.

At the same time, a magnifying glass inlaid with copper rings appeared in the hands of the young detective.

Albers raised his magnifying glass and pointed it at Marianne.

Suddenly, some information appeared in his eyes that only Albers could see.

"Pseudonym Marianne, real name is Avrosis, 57 years old."

In the loud voice, Albers's greasy hair was neatly combed back by the invisible force, and the pale Marianne was even more restrained by this invisible force.

The other party let out a silent roar, but the power of the restraint did not weaken.

Instead, with Albers's voice, it got stronger and stronger—

"Murdered 37 people!"

"Participated in the 'Andertown Massacre'!"

"Team up with the 'mystery man' and use Lord Doyle's kindness to enter the Oak Manor!"

"The real murderer who killed Lord Doyle with his own hands!"

At the first sentence, a deer-hunting hat appeared out of thin air and was placed on top of Albers's head.

In the second sentence, a long khaki trench coat is worn on Albers's body.

In the third sentence, a pipe fell into Albers's hand.

In the fourth sentence, the cane appeared on one side, and Albers put away the magnifying glass, picked up the cane, and pointed at Marianne on the other side.

Marianne, whose face was pale, was stunned, then turned over and fell, completely out of breath.

The next moment-

Whew! Whew!

Albers gasped for breath, all the props he had conjured up were gone, and sweat was falling like rain.

Sure enough, it's too much of a burden to use them forcibly! ’

And my 'spirituality' has become unstable again! ’

'It's okay, it should be okay, this time it's over!' ’

Albers comforted himself, but under his gaze, the unstable 'spirituality' moved Marianne, who should have died, again.

And the mutation is extremely fast-

In the middle of a breath, Marianne's corpse swelled to double in size, and on her back and waist, four arms like goat's hooves grew out, not to mention, and the whole person's head was elongated to an extreme, like a winter melon carved with a mouth, nose and mouth.

A little bit of cyan phosphorus fire burned inside the melon's head, and it let out a beast-like roar.

", wailing banshee!"

Even the silent Albers couldn't help but curse when he looked at Marianne at this moment.

He knew very well that if it was just his simple 'spiritual' instability, it would not be able to attract this level of weirdness.

It must be the result of the forcible use of props before!

'It's over! ’

Albers felt weak in his heart, but his palm touched the sleeve of his left hand, ready to use the last hole card.

But at this moment, the dungeon door overhead opened, and a figure descended with a sword.

The figure hovered and fell like a bird, and the sword light surged like a blast of wind.

Then, listen—

"Evil spirits, purify!"

Laugh at!

(End of chapter)