"It was a night of lightning and thunder, and the carriage was rushing through the town. The poor old Viscount couldn't afford soldiers, so he hired a group of attendants from outside for the sake of appearance. That day, the Viscount's Mansion caroused all night, and countless women came from
The back door was secretly pulled out, their bodies were covered with bruises, their mouths and noses were sewn shut with needles and threads, invisible fear spread in the town, everyone knew that the new little viscount was a perverted lunatic - Holy 1400 Years
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Liam thought of the records in that ancient book. Those sentences and paragraphs described the strange and terrifying scene at that time. A cruel and vicious man became a viscount, and how he would torture the people in the territory.
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The night the little Viscount came, he was crazy, evil, and frightening. But in the next year, the little Viscount became a deeply loved person in the territory because he helped people escape from poverty all the time.
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The reality is so absurd that a crazy devil has become a respected and beloved good man.
"On October 22, 1422, it rained heavily. The young Viscount stood alone in front of the statue. He stood there alone. All day and night, no one went to hold an umbrella for him because every house was locked. After that day, the old Viscount died.
The little Viscount successfully succeeded to the throne and changed his name to "Tran Joshua". From then on, no one knew the name of the little Viscount, and no one dared to say that name, because everyone who knew the name was buried in the
In the cemetery. As I write this, I know that I am about to die. I dare not say his name, so I can only write that his surname is 'Rand'."
.....
Horag considered for more than ten seconds before finally speaking out his purpose, "My brother, he was once a glorious knight of the kingdom, but now, he is like a lingering corpse. He once called James
Shi Rand', now called 'Tran Joshua'."
Liam was horrified and opened his mouth uncontrollably.
"Do you know the name?"
Liam calmed down, found a chair and sat down. He was silent for a few seconds and then said: "I only know his last name, but I didn't know that he had this relationship with you. Mr. Horag, can you tell me about you?"
Do you know any information? I very much hope to be able to help you and hope that you can successfully succeed to the throne alive."
Horag heard the meaning of the other party's words, thought for a while, and said: "30 years ago, James disappeared mysteriously, and the legion commander didn't even know why he disappeared. Five years later, I withdrew from the legion and was granted the title of
When I got here, I accidentally discovered that there was an old nobleman with a long history here, so I went to visit him. The current heir of that old nobleman is my brother, James Rand, who has been missing for five years."
Horag let go of his hand holding the giant sword, and the edgeless sword plunged into the ground, cutting through tofu as easily as it did.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Liam's mouth twitched. Could this giant sword also be a cursed object?
"He is not my brother, I am absolutely sure of this."
Liam rubbed his chin and kept thinking about the possibilities. "Could it be that 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. It was a rather abstract painting. The painter boldly used red dye to replace the sky, black to replace the earth, and abstract characters in white or gray.
, they stood on the earth, making various strange postures, as if they were worshiping, and as if they were fighting. Hanging on both sides of the sky were the dim moon and the sun, abstractly like a pair of eyes.
His eyes wandered aimlessly on the oil painting, as if he was looking for something, or as if a mental patient was in a daze. "Amnesia will not change a person's habits and personality. Something has taken over James' body. A person who should be crucified
The devil who died on the cross and was burned alive.”
Liam frowned slightly, devil?
In his mind, he recalled the strong aura of death and black magic behind Joshua. In the rolling black gray mist, five twisted and ferocious faces roared silently.
"He is not a demon." Liam was extremely sure. "He is a black magician, a black magician who has been alive for many years."
Horag's eyes became focused, and his burly body slowly turned around. His pair of somewhat cloudy brown eyes stared at the other party without blinking, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped him. "Your basis."
Faced with the pressure of a knight who was several times stronger than himself, Liam felt his breathing become sluggish, but he still pretended to be calm and calm, spreading his hands. "A man's intuition."
Horag frowned. After a few seconds, he withdrew his pressure and said, "Whether he is a black magician or a demon from the abyss, I want him to tell the truth with his own mouth and... atone for his sins." He said the last word.
, he looked at the giant sword.
"With your strength, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with him, but you have been dormant for so many years, do you have any worries?" Liam said this, which was equivalent to a formal transaction.
Horag walked back to his seat, held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and lifted it up from the ground. "He has a shadow, and I can't act under the shadow's gaze."
"Shadow?" Liam muttered, suddenly thinking of the man in black robe standing at the door of the living room last night. That guy could blend into the darkness and appear silently, like a ghost walking in the dark river, or like a ghost walking in the dark river.
Joshua's inseparable shadow.
"Is there a way to restrain it?" Liam was also very afraid of that guy. It seemed that if Horag and Joshua were to fight, that shadow would have to be dealt with.
Horag shook his head, "It has lived for hundreds of years, and has stood behind all Joshuas since the founding of the Berg Kingdom. It is precisely because of its existence that no noble dared to attack the weakened Joshua.
Take action."
"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. Wait, could it be said that it was precisely because of its existence that Joshua
Yacai has obtained the qualification of hereditary replacement?
A picture slowly emerged in front of him. The picture was of a handsome young man in armor. He reined in his horse and looked away, holding the hilt of his sword. Behind him, the flag of the cavalry array was flying. In the corner of the picture, a slim figure
The figure was always looking at the handsome man from the array. The man was hidden in the darkness, his face deliberately painted.
This painting hangs in the living room of the Viscount's Mansion. It depicts a scene when Tran Joshua led his troops on an expedition. At that time, the Viscount was prosperous and heroic.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind, and all the mysteries and clues emerged one by one, and there was only one point missing from it all, a point that could connect it all.
"I will find a way to solve it, but I need your cooperation." Liam said.
Horag looked at him, and the young man in front of him gave off a feeling that had not appeared for many years. The only time this feeling appeared in his memory was when he was fighting with his brothers in the legion.
"I trust you."
With the corners of his mouth raised, Liam nodded, "Thank you." When he lowered his head, the "curtain" in his right eye quietly dissipated.
The second ability of "Curtain" is to modify the target's emotions and guide the target unconsciously in a suggestive way.
In just ten seconds, even a level 2 magician's late-stage magic storage was extremely difficult to store. This ability to modify the target's action trajectory and thinking direction belongs to the path of destiny, and the God of Death is the god who harvests souls and destiny.
....
The gatekeeper led the way, and Liam followed behind. The darkness in the corridor was as thick as the sea water, and the shining cursed object was like a small boat, splitting the black sea, and the blackness merged into the sea at the stern.
Liam found that the tunnel seemed deeper and more dangerous than when he came here.
He exhaled softly and kept holding the scroll inscribed with level 3 magic in his right hand. It was his only support.
The soles of the shoes stepped on the ground, making a clicking sound, and sometimes they would step on small pools of water, making a splashing sound. At first, Liam didn't think it was inappropriate, but later it became more and more weird because there were more and more water pools, and
Getting thicker and thicker.
He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the ground. The dry ground and cracked square stones showed no water stains.
"Could it be my hallucination?" An inexplicable sense of crisis appeared without warning. He turned to look at the wall. In the darkness, there was a door half ajar, with "f3" written above it.
"The Gluttonous Witch." The voice suddenly sounded.
Liam was startled and subconsciously clenched the scroll tightly.
Although a deal has been reached with Horag, this place is always dangerous and strange, and any carelessness may cost one's life.
Moreover, with Kusher's power, no one dared to care about being killed in such a place, not even the king.
"In this prison, a criminal is imprisoned on each floor. They are either bewitched by a cult, make a deal with the devil, or are members of a secret organization. Each door represents an organization, and everyone inside
Everyone is in danger, especially when your strength is low."
There were blisters on the ground, and a handsome man wearing a decent dress, a silk top hat, and holding a gentleman's stick emerged from it. He was between the two of them, with a warm smile on his face.
"Sir Kucher!" Liam immediately saluted respectfully, while quietly condensing magic power in his right eye. If an accident occurs, he can respond immediately.
"Hehehe." Kucher smiled nonchalantly, reached out to take the cursed object handed over by the gatekeeper, and raised it high to shine it at the house number.
"There is a pig locked in F3. She was once the gluttonous witch of Red Rose." Kuchel said as he opened the door. In the dim light inside the room, a thin and mutilated woman was picking out a pile of dirty fat pigs.
Writhing in her body, she seemed to be bathing in blood and internal organs.
When Liam saw this scene, he was so powerful that he almost vomited out his overnight meal.
"The gluttonous witch's ability is to devour. A complete witch at least has the strength of a saint (level 7-8)." Kuchel raised his hand and tore off the mouth that suddenly appeared on his neck, and the black flames tore it off.
He kept twisting and struggling with his mouth open, and the sizzling smell of meat floated out from his palms.
Liam saw clearly that the weird guy in the room had already been tricked by Kuchel even though he had done nothing. Although the opponent immediately defused him, this kind of ability that could not be seen by the naked eye was really terrifying.
Black fire jumped in the palm of the hand, and the mouth disappeared without leaving a trace of ashes.
The figure in the fat and internal organs stopped moving, her hair hung down, her covered face showed a ferocious expression, and a stream of stench erupted from her mouth.
"This pig must eat all the time, otherwise it will hurt the breeder like just now." When Kucher spoke, he always smiled and his tone was comforting. "Without food, she would eat herself, and then
Born from disgusting excrement, this is the ability of the Gluttonous Witch - endless devouring and endless rebirth."
After that, the ball of black fire flew in and instantly ignited the ball of fat and the figure. The raging black fire only burned for more than ten seconds, leaving only a pile of black powder on the ground.
"You...killed her?" Liam swallowed, wondering who the gentle Viscount in front of him was.
"The master is just helping her give birth," the gatekeeper interjected.
"childbirth?"
Kucher threw the cursed object in, and the stone rolled several meters on the ground, and finally stopped after hitting the table leg.
Liam saw that on the dirty table where countless internal organs and pieces of meat were piled up, a piece of meat covered with fibroids was squirming, and it was slowly turning into a little person.
"The witch cannot be killed, but can only be replaced." Kucher looked at the piece of meat, and his expression became a little cold. "If you replace the witch rashly, you will be assimilated, even if you are a demigod. However, there is a special situation, that
Even for a dying person or a person possessed by an evil spirit, the witch's heart is actually a good medicine that can heal all injuries and revive them from death..."
Liam stared at the lump of flesh, his heart seemed to be touched by something, and a pretty figure appeared in front of his eyes unconsciously.