"You mean... to lift her curse, you need to kill another person?" Lily shrugged nonchalantly, "So what? That person should have expected this when he put the curse on her.
Is the situation okay?”
Yuffie shook her head. "Maybe." She said softly, "But... what if the person who cast the curse is not a bad person?"
"Huh?" Lily's eyes widened, "The one who cast the curse is not a bad person? Are you trying to say that Mrs. Campbell is the bad one -"
Yuffie stretched out two fingers and put them on Lily's lips. "Don't jump to any conclusions. Everyone has their own reasons for doing things, and it's hard to generalize about good and evil." She looked out the window, and the setting sun was gradually sinking into the horizon.
Next, the sky on the west side was dyed fiery red. "However, I believe Madam is not a bad person."
"I was almost scared by you." Lily patted her chest, apparently relieved, "Anyway... just keep looking slowly, okay?"
Yuffie nodded. However, staying too long might attract the attention of the person who cast the curse, so she had to solve it quickly, she thought.
Night falls.
The two maids walked into the living room, lowered the curtains, and then opened the cover on the chandelier, letting the soft light dispel the darkness.
Since churches that believe in the "Lord of Light" are spread across the continent, magical magic for lighting is quite common in Ayr. The price of a magical lamp is only a dozen silver coins, but it can be used for several years. Unlike candles or oil lamps
, it is not afraid of wind and rain, and will not cause fire. When not in use, just cover it with an opaque cover.
Its only disadvantage is that its brightness is limited. In order to provide sufficient lighting, more than ten lamps are placed in this reception room about 20 meters long - placed on two chandeliers. And some travelers also
I will choose to bring a bull's-eye lantern that can illuminate farther away as a backup when exploring.
Yuffie quietly watched them busy. Lily held up the collar to wake Bell from his sleep. Bellon rubbed his nose and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
After a while, the door to the living room opened again. The Viscountess was lying quietly on her side in the arms of a man, with a happy smile on her face, as if she had just woken up. The maid Cindy quickly helped them pull out the chair.
The man walked to the end of the long table, put Mrs. Campbell down with the gentlest and most careful movements Yuffie had ever seen, and then straightened her dress.
Then he sat down at the end of the long table, straightened his body, and turned to Yuffie and others who were originally staying in the hall. He had neatly curly hair, and was wearing an exquisite jacket, cloak and breeches, as if he had just returned from a trip. He was in the bedroom.
Compared with the previous portrait, he seemed a little thinner, and the original short black beard on his chin also disappeared.
"I heard about you." He supported his chin with both hands and looked at Yuffie with sharp eyes, "Are you Lin's friend?"
Yuffie and the Viscount looked at each other for a moment, then nodded. Her magical sight swept over the Viscount's body, but found no traces of magic residue; she could not smell the familiar smell of magic materials from the Viscount. He is not a wizard, Yuffie
Make judgments silently.
"I heard that you found a way to treat Anne." The Viscount continued to ask, "Can you tell me more about it?"
"I know! Madam, she is cursed, as long as..." Bell rushed to answer, but got stuck in the middle of the sentence, "As long as... how to do it? Yuffie?"
The Viscount's expression changed slightly and he did not answer. Lily gave Bell a sharp look. Several busy maids also heard Bell's words. They stopped their work unconsciously and looked at the Viscount and his wife nervously.
"Madam is indeed cursed." Yuffie looked directly into the Viscount's eyes, hoping to see something from it, but found nothing. "I am still investigating the specific reasons, and for this I need your help, Lord Viscount." She said slightly.
Lean down.
"No need to be polite. You are helping me now, and I am the one who should say thank you." The Viscount replied calmly, "So, what kind of help do you need?"
"A certificate written by you, paired with your seal." The girl explained, "I need to investigate some hidden places in the city, as well as relevant records of suspicious people."
The Viscount pondered for a moment. "Okay, I promise you." He showed a faint smile, "I believe you will not let me down."
"One more thing, Lord Viscount." Yuffie looked around and glanced at the maids who were at a loss. "In order to avoid alerting each other, I hope you can help keep the things mentioned here secret for the time being."
"I know." The Viscount put away his smile and looked at the maids coldly, "When Anne's illness is cured, each of you can get two imperial gold coins. But before that, if I get it from others,
I heard about this—"
"And you, Bell. If you let us hear your big mouth one more time, we will chop you into minced meat and throw you to the weasels!" Lily grabbed Bell's shoulders and threatened fiercely.
"I have a medicine that can make me mute after I drink it." Alphonse said solemnly, "Lilinono, do you need it?"
The maids waved their hands, scrambling to ensure that they would not tell anyone. Bell looked at Lily, then at Alphonse, lowered his head, and whispered, "I know."
"Next time," Lily said in Beron's ear, "we will definitely turn you into a mute!"
"As for Anne, that's all." The Viscount made a 'please' gesture, "I will give you the certificate you requested after dinner."
The dinner that day was potato salad, golden-brown buns, pan-fried chicken breast, and pumpkin soup. The dishes were not rich, but they were exquisite and delicious enough. Mrs. Campbell ate very little and only touched each dish.
After asking for knives and forks several times, Bell devoured his portion, then asked for Yuffie's, and then stared directly at Alphonse's plate.
"It's a waste if you don't eat it anyway..." the Beron muttered in a low voice.
"If you become a ball of meat, you will waste more time losing weight!" Lily said mercilessly, "Or are you planning to use your weight as a weapon to crush all your enemies?"
"Okay, okay, actually you don't have to worry about me." Bell said angrily, "I practice my sword skills every night."
The Viscountess chuckled softly. "That's great. Seeing you like this reminds me of my old friends." She showed a look of nostalgia, "Although, it was almost twenty years ago."
Although he was a little curious, Yuffie knew that now was not the time to continue asking. The Viscount knelt down next to his wife and carefully took her into his arms. He stood up and nodded to Yuffie and others.
"You can stay here tonight." He said in a firm tone, "Someone will arrange a room for you."
"Thank you for your trouble." Yuffie replied softly.
Was he hinting at herself, or was she just overthinking it? Yuffie stared at the smooth long table in front of her, and suddenly felt that it might be good to have something to change her mood. Ever since the 'cause' of Madam's illness was confirmed, she felt a little too much
Nervous - for all kinds of things.
Is it the influence of the undead body? This idea flashed through her mind, and then was immediately rejected. Ms. Silveryue's speculation on the influence of the soul did not include the item of 'becoming more worried'. But
When she was in the academy, she obviously didn't care much about other people's lives——
Cindy came to her at some point and handed her the letter of certification written by the Viscount himself. She put an end to those meaningless speculations and followed Cindy to her residence tonight.
The night is getting darker.
Lily beside her has fallen asleep, and the Viscount and his wife and the waiters have probably rested. Yuffie gently closed the book in her hand, clasped her hands together, and mouthed the incantation.
The first spell obscured her figure, while the second spell silenced all the sounds around her.
She unscrewed the doorknob and came to the corridor. Even late at night, the corridor was filled with dim and soft light. Recalling the news she had learned in the afternoon, she turned left at the east end of the corridor and found two carved wooden doors.
room. That was the Viscount's study, where he would usually meet with officials or businessmen with good connections in the city - it was also the place where he had every conversation with the wizard named Kent.
Yuffie carefully checked the door to see that there was no warning device set by magic. She tried pressing the doorknob, and the door was locked.
But this couldn't stop her. Yuffie covered the doorknob with her palm, letting the magic condensed substance slowly seep into the keyhole, become solid, and then turn with her thoughts. She quietly opened the door
, it was pitch dark inside, and there seemed to be no one.
"If they are not just talking..." she said silently to herself, "where should the secret of this room be?"
Yuffie closed the door and lit a light in the palm of her hand. There was also no alarm set by magic in the room. This is normal. The Viscount is just an ordinary person, and the maid often comes to clean this place. The study is very spacious, with cherry wood bookshelves.
It is filled with various volumes, as well as some historical books and medical books - mainly from the Church of St. Leon. There is a copy of "The Gospel of Light, Part 1" on the desk, which is one of the classics of the church and records the story of St. Leon.
The words that North left in the world before he became the "Lord of Light".
She picked up the book and opened the page with the bookmark. At the top of the page was this sentence——
"Arthur's house was infested with rats. He bought a cat and let it catch rats. He bought a dog and let it catch rats. He also bought poison and used delicious food and other ingredients to lure the rats to eat.
Mixed. As a result, the cat ate the food, the dog bit the cat, and they both died of poisoning. The rat infestation is still the same.』
The book is a little old and has obviously been turned over more than once. Is it the Viscount's subconscious behavior to put the bookmark on this page? If she remembers correctly, this sentence is to accuse those who use all means to achieve their goals, but because of this
A loser. As for other meanings...she couldn't think of it for a while.
Yuffie returned the book to its original appearance. This was not what she intended to find. She looked around again. On the side wall hung a portrait of the Viscount and his wife. The two people in the painting were younger, probably a souvenir of Lin before she was born.
She carefully opened the portrait - there was nothing behind it.
"When analysis doesn't work -" she closed her eyes and imitated her mother's former demeanor and tone, "just rely on intuition."
She took two steps forward, turned half a circle clockwise, stretched out her right hand, and then opened her eyes - she found that her fingertips were facing a book, and the text on the spine was "History of the Oren Empire".
It was a bit boring book. She tried to pull the book out, but it wouldn't move at all. So she changed the direction of her strength and the book sank inward. She looked around and saw that not far from her feet, there should have been
The location of the wooden floor has now become a one meter square hole.
"Mom is really the best," she said happily, while carefully walking into the cave entrance.
The cave was a little damp, and there was a steep downward passage at the bottom. Fortunately, there were simple stone stairs. After about twenty steps, a smell of putrid air with a slightly sour smell came from below. Yuffie carefully took the photos.
She turned to the end of the stairs. She used the light in her hands to see clearly. Here was an arched passage about three meters in diameter, made of large pieces of granite and mortar. The passage extended to both sides to the end of the line of sight.
There seemed to be several forked roads leading to different directions.
"Is there a water... facility?" She stretched out her hand and stroked the slippery moss on the wall, "It's indeed very interesting."
An irresistible breath came from the other side. The girl looked over there, and saw several traps and alarms set by secret magic in layers. They seemed strict, but in her eyes, they still looked a bit raw.
"It's far worse than Tutor Caitlin's method." She turned around, returned to the study, returned the trap door to its place, and then locked the room again.
"The good thing is that at least you don't have to worry about fighting a great wizard." She sighed silently, "The problem...the ideas of half-hearted guys like this are often the most unsafe."