Faced with this question, none of the three people spoke immediately. Instead, Mr. Bernhardt, who was smiling, gradually turned serious. After waiting for a few seconds, Mr. Bernhardt smiled again and nodded:
"Of course I'm joking."
Marquis Morson looked at him with wide eyes, and Shade noticed that he even stopped breathing:
"Are you kidding? Wait a minute, are you kidding?"
"No joke."
"What's that kidding about?"
Mr. Bernhard blinked and thought for a moment, then motioned to Shade to speak.
So Shade opened his mouth and said:
"There was indeed something wrong with your heart just now. You can understand it as a curse imposed by a powerful relic. I used thaumaturgy to temporarily maintain your life. After transporting you here, we tried to trace the curse in reverse.
Before the source, the curse disappeared by itself."
"For ordinary humans, that kind of heart problem will permanently weaken the heart. But for us, the heart can recover after the curse disappears."
Mr. Albert, who had dissected similar corpses, said:
"The chest pain you felt when you woke up just now was not because of the operation, but because your heart was still recovering. In fact, if you hadn't been too panicked by our words just now, you should have noticed it yourself."
Although the three of them teamed up to "joke", only Mr. Albert was the most serious one.
"So, you really didn't change my heart?"
The Marquis covered his chest and confirmed again, and the three of them nodded together:
"Absolutely not."
He looked at them suspiciously, obviously not believing it, and finally looked down at his chest:
“What’s with the stitch marks?”
"Confirm your heart condition. After all, we have never encountered a vampire suffering from a heart attack."
Mr. Albert, who had just performed the operation, explained:
"It's the needle and thread that your servants found. They are dealing with the competition outside right now and will be back soon. Also, if you don't believe it, just check it yourself."
So Marquis Molson actually picked up the scalpel from the trolley nearby, and then cut open his chest. After confirming that his heart was still the original heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was cured by casting a spell.
After cutting the wound, he sat down on the chair next to the trolley:
"You three are really..."
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he really didn't know how to evaluate:
"I know you guys don't like what I did to that horse, but was the joke really funny? Maybe we have very different definitions of humor."
"It's not that we don't look down on what you do, we just want you to understand that the weight of life is my idea."
Mr. Bernhardt said with a smile again, but it was actually Schad who proposed the idea. Mr. Albert didn't say anything at the time, but Mr. Bernhardt strongly supported it and thought that Schad could always do amazing things.
Idea:
"Marquis, we saved you, but we didn't want any reward, so we felt it was necessary to let you understand the meaning of life. You won't blame us, right?"
"you!"
Marquis Morson took a breath, but in the end he did not say anything unpleasant. They were all from the same race, and the three of them did save him. Although he was quite angry at this weird joke, he would never do anything to repay kindness with enmity:
"So it makes sense that the people of Moon Bay don't like the people of Willendale."
He closed his mouth and let out a long breath from his nostrils:
"This is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else. That horse belongs to you. You can take it away and do whatever you want with it."
The supporting facilities near "Silver Racecourse" are very complete. There are well-designed gardens around the racecourse. The teahouses or outdoor cafes are ideal places for conversation. The garden hedges are made into a maze style. After sitting down, you can look at the surrounding green grass.
Like green grass, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and even people who are in a bad mood will feel a little happier.
Marquis Morson was one of those whose mood had improved slightly. When the four of them sat down at the outdoor teahouse in the garden, at least there was no longer that nervous or angry expression on his face.
"Is this what you want?"
He took a letter out of his pocket and put it on the table. Mr. Bernhardt, who softly thanked the waiter for bringing the teacup, opened it, took a look at it, and handed it to Shade.
Shade also opened the letter——
【Repent for the creatures you killed!!!】
Three huge blood-red exclamation marks fully expressed the emotion contained in this short line of text. Shade handed the letter to the coroner, Mr. Albert, who sniffed it;
"It's not blood, it's just red ink."
"Looking at the meaning of this letter, people who don't know the situation may think that I am some kind of hidden serial killer."
Marquis Morson explained, putting one hand on the table and holding the teacup in the other:
"Before Viscount Bernhard sent you the letter, I really just thought it was a prank letter. Tell me, what do you want to ask? Even I can't bear this curse. I think I really need you to help me lift the curse.
I’m not going to have another heart attack later, am I?”
When talking about this issue, I was still a little worried and covered my chest again.
Shade, who was familiar with the situation, told him:
"I once saved a guy similar to you. Although he didn't die from his first heart attack, he died of other diseases soon after."
Moreover, Mr. Leonard Baldwin, the director of the Bridge and Road Engineering Department of Yuewan City Hall, has been buried, but there is still no definite conclusion on the cause of death.
Marquis Molson showed a complicated expression on his face:
"Recently, we have encountered all kinds of troubles. First, what happened last weekend completely ruined our reputation. Then, tell me, what can I do to help you? I am willing to pay, and I am concerned about my own life.
I still take things very seriously.”
"Have you encountered anything strange recently?"
Mr. Bernhard then asked, and the Marquis said angrily:
"Meeting you three today is the strangest thing."
"So has inspiration caught any omens recently? You are also a powerful ring warlock, at least more powerful than Mrs. Jude. Inspiration will not warn you before danger occurs."
Shade asked again, Marquis Morson is over forty years old and his level is ninth level.
So the Marquis touched his chin and thought for a while:
"You said that, but I have some thoughts. I had some weird dreams a few days ago. Now that I think about it, there may be something wrong with those dreams."
"Dreams reflect reality, and reality reflects dreams. If you think there is something wrong with those dreams, then there is a high probability that there is something wrong with them. What did you dream about?"
Mr. Albert took out his notebook, and the Marquis frowned slightly:
"The memory is very blurry. It seems that someone was cursing me and using very vicious words. Then there were a lot of flying papers. Yes, I remember there was a red moon, and maroon horses were running under the red moon. Then
It was a very confusing thing, and in the end I seemed to see a silver sword and a blood-red sword fighting. Sorry, the dream was very confusing, and I didn't remember it carefully after I woke up."
Mr. Bernhardt folded his hands and placed them on the table:
"The maroon horse running under the red moon, doesn't it refer to what happened just now?"
Marquis Morson's expression was dull for a moment, he lowered his head to look at the liquid level in the black tea cup, and then suddenly raised his head:
"Go and check as soon as possible. The sooner the better. I am willing to provide all the help I can! Do you want crowns? Or any other request is fine."
"Please don't worry, our investigation is still going on. I didn't explain it clearly just now. According to the powerful fortune teller I found, this matter is related to a fate-like relic, sage-level or even angel-level.
."
Shade added, Marquis Morson leaned back slightly:
"I understand what you mean, I can give you more money."
"No, no, we don't mean to add money."
Herr Bernhardt corrected him immediately:
"The problem now is that we are also investigating. It would be better if we have material support, but what we need more is clues. After visiting you, we will also visit Captain Rudolph, who also received a similar letter."
"Rudolf, he has a worse temper than I do."
Marquis Molson said, hesitating for a moment before asking the three of them:
"I want to establish a contract with you, and you will resolve this matter as soon as possible. Bernhardt, I know you want to summon local kin to solve major issues here. So, if you can guarantee my safety, I am willing to work here
I will give you my full support from now on, no matter how much money or people you want. Viscount Bernhardt, you have a warrant from the religious order, so I should listen to you. Besides, I still have some respect among my fellow locals, so you don’t need to do this.
Worry."
"I have contract-type spells."
Shade said, then rolled up his sleeves and extended his hand to him:
"bring it on."
The hand under the sun is filled with a faint golden light, which is a symbol of the miraculous element. In the face of unknown thaumaturgy, it is best not to reach out for magic, but with such a pure miraculous element, there is a high probability that there will be no problem.
The spell - [Oath Binding], obtained from the power of time adventure, Shade had only used it once before in Green Lake.
Marquis Molson hesitated and did not hold the hand immediately, but looked at the three people in turn:
"If you three can even solve that kind of relic, I should help you. Let me make sure, if you help me solve this problem, I will help you do something less illegal in the future, right?"
"If possible, Marquis, I hope you can give up your little hobby of hunting or at least restrain yourself."
The coroner added. Marquis Molson pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. Of course, Shade knew that he would not be easily persuaded, so he continued:
"Mr. Albert's statement may not be accurate. It's like this. I think it's your little hobby that attracted this thing, so it's good to curb it recently. Or at least curb it in a year or two, it doesn't have to take a long time.