The design of this castle is very simple, and it is difficult to deduce its age because of the traces of multiple magical reinforcements.

The traces of steam-driven machinery on the edge of the castle proved that the castle was at least eighty years old. The gate of the castle was half open. Ken walked over and saw a young man standing at the door.

When the man saw Ken wandering around, he immediately became angry.

"Hey, little guy over there! Today is different from usual. Don't wander around like a normal person. Come in and help me! Otherwise you won't be here tomorrow!"

Wilfred Bertram was now in a state of rage.

The owner of this castle has not returned for almost a hundred years! In these eighty years, only the Knox Embassy has borrowed it several times as a place to entertain distinguished guests!

Unexpectedly, the damn owner suddenly appeared out of thin air the night before yesterday! He announced that he would live here!

Why come back at this time?

Ken looked over curiously. He felt that he really should know more about this castle, so he walked over obediently.

"What do I need to do?"

"Didn't you receive the notice? Those damn hooked noses are indeed useless, they will be hanged sooner or later!"

Wilfred cursed a few words, spat, and pointed his thumb at an open door in the castle, where many people came in and out.

"Move all the damn things out of that damn door, move the ones without black cloth to the black door, and move the ones with black cloth to the basement behind that white wooden door!

The old rule is, don't look, don't say anything. When a purple-haired woman comes, she says you are moving furniture, her eyes brighten! She knows what to say and what not to say!"

Wilfred said, suddenly noticing that the man in front of him seemed a bit handsome, and murmured in his heart.

It would be such a waste for those hook-nosed to find such a top-notch pretty boy from there. Let him do housework! He can be sold for a good price by being sold as a male slave to the nobles of the San Garcia Empire.

Ken noticed that the man seemed to have a tattoo of a purple eye on his neck, spanning half of his neck, as if staring at him.

"Yeah, I got it."

Ken didn't pay attention to the little look the man behind him gave him, and couldn't wait to run to the open door.

As soon as he entered the door, his spiritual senses trembled.

Jars stained with blood, sealed paintings and calligraphy, defiled letters.

pollute.

It's a relic of the evil god!

This remnant may retain divinity. If there is other strong divinity stimulation, this residue will quickly awaken. Because of this, these things are very dangerous!

Not only that, he picked up a drawing board covered with black cloth and smelled a charming fragrance. It was the high-grade nectar used by the high elves to show off their skills when painting.

His eyes quickly scanned the order maintainers in the room.

There are three people in total, one first-level warlock and two silver-level warriors. There is no contaminating radiation on their bodies, but it cannot be ruled out that they are body modification cultists.

With this kind of equipment, everyone can challenge the group of security guards at the door!

really interesting.

Ken mentioned the painting and diligently got into the white wooden door like the others.

With a strong spiritual sensation, Ken felt something calling him.

Guarding the door of the basement was a man in black robes, his face covered with black cloth. Through the black cloth, his eagle-like nose could be seen.

Even if Ken was several meters away from him, he could still smell the pungent pollution on his body.

I didn’t expect there to be such a wicked cultist here!

When Ken was walking toward the basement, the man stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Stop! Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

The warlock's expression remained unchanged.

His appearance is quite prominent. If someone is familiar with these servants, they can tell at a glance that he has sneaked in. This is a flaw in handsomeness.

To be honest, he felt that he had slipped in so smoothly, as if someone was guiding him to see the truth step by step!

If an accident happens, this is only reasonable!

According to what the man at the door said before, that man may have only cooperated, hired, or been exploited with these cultists. Using his name cannot suppress bloodthirsty fanatics like the cultists.

Ken shook his hand lightly.

If we take action now, we may be alerted and unable to understand the real situation here!

Ken held the snake's eyeball that he had previously seized from the "snake" and activated it.

He felt fluctuating pollution around his body, and even sensed several sources of pollution with the same fluctuation but different intensities around him!

The hook-nosed look in his eyes changed dramatically! He lowered his head and knelt on the ground!

These bloodthirsty madmen are very conspicuous and loyal in rank. The higher-ranking ones have absolute power over lower-ranking ones to take over life and death.

Ken didn't expect this method to be really useful...

This also means that the man in front of him and the two cultists he killed before are from the same cult!

There's even a pseudo-den here!

Sure enough, these cultists are making big moves in Restoration City. You can tell the paladin named Charles what's going on here!

He took steps and walked underground.

Underground, densely packed things wrapped in black cloth were piled up, and he felt that the thing that attracted him was among them!

A black-robed man with the same fluctuations as him stood among them. When he saw Ken, he nodded to Ken.

Ken nodded in response, put down his things and turned to leave.

If you look closely, you will see that the doors and windows here are all flashing with wonderful isolation techniques. It seems that this place has been a den for cultists for some time.

When we came to the hall, the young man had left, and only people carrying things came and went.

Ken turned and went upstairs.

Amy told him yesterday that she was waiting for him in the library on the fourth floor.

Ken walked upstairs, but before he got close, he heard an old voice.

Amy was talking to an old man.

He knocked on the door.

After hearing the giant girl's majestic "come in", he opened the door and entered.

Opposite Amy is an old man with a mustache, dressed very gentlemanly, looking like a butler.

"Who are you and who asked you to come here?"

The old man spoke first, as if Ken had interrupted his important conversation.

"Mr. Bertram, I asked him to come here."

Amy said calmly.

The old man named Bertram's face immediately became submissive, and he immediately apologized:

"I'm sorry, I made the decision on my own!"

Ken noticed that the old man also seemed to have a purple eye-shaped tattoo on his neck.

Inherited birthmark?

Amy ignored the old man and turned to Ken apologetically:

"Mr. Ken, I'm sorry, I have some important things to deal with. Let Mr. Burundt find someone to introduce this place on my behalf. Remember to familiarize him with all the places here."

"It is my pleasure! Distinguished Master! I will let my grandson show him the way."

The old man with the goatee rushed to answer as if he was taking credit. He took out the walkie-talkie and said a few words. The security guard that Ken had seen before walked in with his head held high, but he was panting from exhaustion because he was not used to the mechanical equipment.

"Grandpa...I'm coming!"

"Kellyford, you bastard, you have to knock on the door when you enter the master's house! Why don't you apologize to the master quickly!"

The old man's beard sprouted. When Clifford saw his grandfather being so angry, he immediately lowered his head and looked carefully at the young girl sitting on the table.

"Master...Master, I apologize for my recklessness."

"It's okay, I don't care about this kind of thing."
Chapter completed!