"Fortunately, okay, the spell disruption set by Cecil comes in handy at this time."
Donnie, who also followed the car, shouted that it was safe, and Woody, who was confused, understood why he teleported away but still stayed around the carriage.
Obviously, Cecil also targeted this aspect, so that the teleportation spell that might have been sent directly back to River Valley City was directly restricted to the vicinity of the battlefield. Although it was not affected by the thunder, looking at the embarrassed appearance, it was a no-brainer.
I know that the failed transmission just now caused him to suffer a lot.
Woody rode Grape, galloping out like the wind, and soon saw the black horses running towards the depths of the field. There were only two people on the horses, one of whom was a human in a black cloak.
The man with short brown hair whose back and hood could be seen vaguely appeared should be a man, and the other man was naturally Thecia who was unconscious and thrown directly on the horse.
Knowing the distance, Woody took a deep breath and shouted directly at the figure.
"You can't run away! Stop, maybe we can talk, Viscount Cohen!"
As soon as these words came out, the bronze dragon Doni who was lying on his back was a little dizzy, because she had been observing the whole process just now, and understood that the group of guards surrounding them were sent by Viscount Cohen, the lord of River Valley City, and they obviously wanted to take special action.
She killed Xia, but this mysterious man who suddenly teleported her away and took her away from the battlefield had no intention of killing her at all, but instead had a sense of protection.
But now Woody said that the mysterious man was Viscount Cohen, which changed Doni's world view. Did she miss a passage? Or missed a clue?
However, she thought about it and still couldn't find a conclusion that could connect Viscount Cohen and the mysterious man.
But what she didn't expect was that as soon as Woody's words came out, the mysterious man who was still lowering his head and constantly riding a horse in the wilderness suddenly froze, and he subconsciously pulled the reins in his hands, slowing down.
.
Woody quickly caught up with him on Grape, and this allowed him to see the mysterious man's appearance under his hood. Unfortunately, most of his face was covered by a red scarf, and only his pair of eyes were exposed.
With doubtful gray-brown eyes, Woody looked at him and smiled.
"Viscount Cohen? I'm right."
"You...how did you recognize him, a young adventurer, or a noble from a foreign land."
The middle-aged man, who stopped his horse and remained silent for a long time, was still covering up a bit. He spoke in a dull and hoarse voice, but it soon turned into a mellow voice with a slight curling of the tongue, and the baritone was magnetic.
At first glance, it sounds like he is the kind of person who has been a leader all year round and gives orders.
You don’t seem to be too afraid of revealing your identity?
Woody looked at the mysterious man, or Viscount Cohen, who had transformed very naturally, and frowned slightly.
It seemed that things were not as simple as he imagined.
But Woody's words are still natural and calm.
"It's very simple. The amulet you gave me has the emblem I recognize branded on it. And there seem to be only a few people in the entire Golden Valley who have the spare money to buy the amulet and give it to the little girl, right?"
Woody put on a half-smiling face and turned over to dismount. He didn't feel his hostility, and his strength was far inferior to that of the previous knights. There was nothing to be afraid of in close combat.
Of course, he still stayed vigilant and approached.
"Oh, it seems that you have been to our river valley city?...um...huh...know Mr. Chateau Griffin?"
Viscount Cohen, who was riding on the horse, naturally turned over and dismounted, took off his cloak, and pulled off the red scarf covering half of his face. It seemed that he had been depressed for a long time. After taking it off, he took a few deep breaths.
Then he looked at the black-haired young man riding on a horse with a tabby cat on his back, and asked with a smile.
He grasped the key point, which was that Woody had entered River Valley City without his knowledge and knew the city very well. Otherwise, how could he have recognized the embryo he chose at a glance, even if it was Golden River Valley?
Among them, not many can recognize that this amulet was made by someone else.
"We know each other, but we don't know each other here."
Woody replied half-truthfully. It was naturally impossible for him to tell everything about his last life in Riverdale City. Fortunately, Viscount Cohen didn't care about it. Now that he had taken off his cloak, the man with a resolute face wanted to say what he wanted to say.
Not these.
He said in an apologetic tone.
"Taking Tesia away this time is a last resort. If I don't take her away, she will die."
"Time was urgent just now, and I didn't have time to explain to you. Plus, I'm not sure whether you are good people..."
He first set a tone for his behavior and then explained.
"Although I don't know how you recognized me, since you have guessed my existence, there is nothing to hide. There is still a while, so I hope you won't be surprised by what I will say next."
"Don't tell me that Viscount Cohen in Riverdale City is not the same person as you."
Woody replied jokingly, but unexpectedly, this sentence also stunned Cohen, and a wry smile appeared on his weather-beaten face.
"Did you guess it again?"
"After all, catching and releasing at the same time, anyone with any brain will think of this, unless you are a schizophrenic."
“What does schizophrenia mean?”
After receiving the message that she had never heard before, the bronze dragon Duni asked curiously in her heart, obviously very interested in this new term.
"It's like a two-headed ogre, with two personalities sharing one head."
Woody's simple explanation dispelled the bronze dragon's curiosity, and then he set his sights on the dumb-looking middle-aged nobleman.
Viscount Cohen, the lord of River Valley City, probably no one would recognize him based on his current appearance.
I don’t know whether it’s from being exposed to the sun or not taking a shower for a long time. Black oil covers the skin, one layer of brown and one layer of white. Moreover, the whole body is covered with filth and dirt. It is dirty. Most of the clothes are soaked. The brown hair is due to years of use.
It's like a henhouse without being taken care of, and the beard is also messy and extremely messy.
If his temperament and upright figure weren't proof that he had received an aristocratic education, he was actually not much different from the lower-class people in the slums who worked hard to obtain food.
"Yes, you are right. It is not me who controls River Valley City now, but to a certain extent it can be regarded as me..."
The look on the middle-aged man's face was filled with nostalgia and reminiscence, and what he said was really confusing. But fortunately, he didn't want to whet his appetite. He planned to start from the beginning.
But he was quickly stopped by Woody.
"You don't need to say so much. Just tell me why trade is prohibited, the reason for the gray fog, and how to solve it. I'm not interested in hearing the history of your nobles."
When Woody heard that it was hundreds of years ago, he had a splitting headache. He knew that if he was allowed to continue talking like this, there was a high probability that he would have to listen to 95% of the nonsense in order to get the key information, so
, Woody directly grasped the key points for Viscount Cohen and said that he could just focus on these.
Viscount Cohen looked unconcerned and said very relaxedly.
"All right!"
"Actually, what you said is correct. There is no point in talking too much. I don't have time. Forget it, let me answer your question."
"Why isn't the Golden River Valley open to trade?...Well...it's not that as a lord, I don't want to open it, but that I can't open it! Who doesn't want to charge a lot of customs duties and city entry taxes? The Golden River Valley is on the trade route.
To put it bluntly, this is more than the land tax levied on farmers."
Viscount Cohen was not slow in organizing his words, but Woody was faster than him. He cut off his slightly nagging complaints and asked directly.
"That's why."
"Because of a curse!"
Viscount Cohen said with a sad face, these words made Woody subconsciously recall the smell of the temporary camp, and the strangeness of the knight from River Valley City.
"A curse of the living dead?"
"Ho ho, yes! You should have seen it before, but you probably don't know what we used to describe it at that time."
"We all call it the 'death curse'. If you touch it, you will die. Now it is much gentler than before."
There was a trace of fear in Cohen's expression. It was obvious that all the memories brought about by this curse were dark in his past memories.
"I remember that day very clearly. It was the celebration day of the 100th anniversary of the founding of our Kamutla family, and the population of the city has also increased to 10,000. It is only two days away from the kingdom's legal advancement to a large city-state.
Thousands of people, at that time, you can also invite a priest from the temple to build a temple here. Oh, sorry, I am off topic. At that time, in order to celebrate the festival, I ordered the steward to invite all the farmers and tenant farmers in the Golden River Valley, and let them all
Come to Riverdale City to share with us the joy of the birth festival of the Kamutla family. I also invited many businessmen from outside..."
Viscount Cohen worked hard to describe the scene of that day, and even stated clearly what time the banquet started and what time it ended on time.
"Then what?"
"Then before midnight that day, a plague, or a curse, broke out in River Valley City."
"All infected people were accompanied by high fever and unconsciousness. Within twelve hours, they turned into a living dead who could only breathe but not wake up."
"It's not that I observed carefully and investigated seriously, but at the dance in the evening after the banquet, I was still dancing a beautiful waltz with a beautiful lady. She...and more people at the dance, had nothing to do with it.
A portentous fall.”
Speaking of this, Viscount Cohen's gray-brown eyes were full of sadness. That scene must have been a big blow to his life.
"It was half empty all of a sudden. Did you know? The whole venue was in a state of excitement. It was the butler my father left for me. Old Foz called a dozen doctors and guards to take control of the situation."
He opened his hands and gestured with the size of the banquet and the distribution of people at that time, just as the scene was displayed in front of him until now.
"It seems to be very serious indeed. Then how do you know that the curse is related to the number of people? Could it be that stopping trade and contact can solve this curse? You didn't try to trace the source? When did the gray fog appear?"
Woody frowned and asked thoughtfully.
He was thinking while asking questions. Although he already knew the answers to some questions, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, he still chose to do it redundantly. Asking more questions was not a trouble. He could ask any questions when the time came.
Use his name to evade.
"Because at that time we thought it was poisoned by a certain cultist or hostile force, so we compiled the number of people who fainted that night. Our city had already conducted a census at that time, so I remember it very clearly."
"There were more than 2,600 people. None of them made it through that night, including my youngest son, Cole, who was only eight years old."
Some crystal tears could already be seen in the corners of Viscount Cohen's eyes. As for how he found out that it was related to the number of people, he also gave his own explanation.
"That was discovered when the third plague broke out, because in fact not many outside business travelers died in the first batch, and most of them were residents of the Golden Valley. Therefore, no matter how many people appeared in the valley later to investigate,
It was in vain, and the population in the valley could not find out where the disease came from or how it was spread. At that time, all doctors thought it was a mutated cholera. Although the symptoms were different, the speed was different.
To be able to compete with it, I spent a lot of money to invite a high-level priest from the city-state next door to rid the city of the plague. It was not until later that I opened up trade again that the strange curse struck again."
"I asked the guards to register the personnel and separate the residences of every caravan that entered the Golden Valley. The purpose was to worry that the outside world would spread the curse to the city again. Then I remember clearly that when the number of caravans was once again affected by a rainy season,
When he came and stayed in the golden valley, the curse came again."
"This time, it took away my life and the lives of hundreds of people in the caravan station."
"The same symptoms, the same illness, all the efforts I had put in before, and the guarantees I said on the high platform, were like a joke in the eyes of the corpse placed in front of the city lord's palace the next day, and in the eyes of the angry people around me."
The bitter smile on Cohen's face became thicker. Sometimes a lord did not mean that he could control all life and death in the territory. When he encountered something that he could not solve, his authority would be challenged.
"So this time, have you found the root cause?"
"No, what we chose at that time was to put the blame on the witch's head."
Woody nodded after hearing this. This is indeed in line with the thinking of most lords. When something cannot be explained, in order to appease people's anger, the best option is to select a few evil witches and let them believe that
Chaos has been purified in flames.
//118312/"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"In order to catch the witch who spread the plague, I offered a sufficiently generous reward as a reward. In a fit of anger, I said that I would give a part of the money as a reward for any clues, so that a hunt was launched in the territory at that time.
In the witchcraft movement, anyone related to occultism and pharmacy has been investigated and reported to each other. In order to solve the plague as soon as possible, I also encourage other wealthy people in the territory to fund investment to make the bonus pool larger, so as to attract more people.
More powerful adventurers."
When he said this, a look of great regret appeared on Cohen's face. Woody looked into his eyes, but did not ask further questions, but continued to speak suddenly about the previous question.
"Then the third plague should be caused by the rising rewards?"
"Yes! But only less than a hundred people died that time, and I discovered the pattern. When there are more than ten thousand people in the Golden Valley, the curse will be triggered."
"That's pretty good." Woody praised.
But the middle-aged man's only response was a slow shake of his head.
"But it was also at that time that I lost my wife."
"There's nothing you can do about it. Who can say anything about such a thing as a curse?"
Woody looked at the depressed middle-aged man and comforted him, but what he responded to was Viscount Cohen's strong rebuttal, and he shouted in pain.
"No, I killed her!"
"what happened?"
Woody was a little confused.
"Because she was accused of being a witch..."
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