The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Ignatius’ past

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"Ta, tap, tap, tap..." Rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor. Panting, Grant pushed open the bedroom door on the top floor of the castle. At a glance, he saw the first-class bed in the center of the spacious and bright bedroom. Lying on the sandalwood bed was a pale man, smelling of alcohol, and slightly plump. The man was obviously fast asleep, with his chest rising and falling and snoring loudly. Beside the bed, there was also a petite maid serving.

"It's okay." Grant breathed a sigh of relief, "I was really crazy to believe those two demon hunters' lies!"

But his worries are not without reason.

If something happens to Sir Ignatius, the Villiers family will be completely extinct.

At that time, the control of White Orchard was taken back by Vizima, and their group of servants, including the seemingly beautiful housekeeper, could only go back to being farmers and digging food in the land.

Grant was used to being a dog for the nobles, and he was unwilling to become a mud-legged man again.

In the aristocracy, even the lowest baron, no matter how decadent his life style is, is still an aristocrat and is nobler than ordinary people. Grant strengthened his belief and gently closed the bedroom door. He wanted to send someone to the tomb to verify it.

……

Roy drank lipstick tea. A slice of lemon was put in the tea to make it slightly sour. "I feel like the butler didn't lie. The castle doesn't seem to have been invaded by a banshee. Maybe it has already left the White Orchard." Walking all the way Now, he has looked at all the objects he can observe, but unfortunately they are all ordinary people.

The pendant on the chest did not indicate any fluctuations in magic power.

"Then find an opportunity to search the castle." Leisuo said, "The blueprint of the Snake Sect's silver sword must have been collected by Ignatius somewhere."

"Don't forget, to retrieve the blueprint, you have to seek justice for Kolgrim in front of Ignatius." Roy said, "And think about what the tavern proprietress mentioned, Ignatius The crimes committed in White Orchard are simply more terrifying than the devil... If there is a chance, why don't we just do it?"

The young demon hunter raised his palm into a knife and made a virtual slashing motion.

"Don't be impatient, Roy. The noble territory is not a bandit den... The current situation does not allow us to mess around!" Lei Suomo rubbed his chin and said seriously, "I don't want to be in the name of assassinating the nobles. leader and become the infamous Temeria wanted criminal."

“It’s not easy to mess around in the South, so we can’t cut off the North’s retreat.”

"I'm just kidding."

"Kaz..." The door to the office was suddenly pushed open. Grant wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked in. He smiled at the two demon hunters on the sofa, "Sir is sleeping soundly now, I'm sure. The monster the two masters are worried about is not in the castle. Just now, I have sent someone to the tomb to verify the situation. The news will come back before noon, but you two have to wait for a while."

"Just right," Reso said, "we have a few questions for Butler Grant."

"Master, please speak." Grant lay down on the wicker chair in front of his desk, his eyes narrowed in comfort.

"When we came here before, we overheard the exchange between the butler and the servant," Leisuo said thoughtfully, "Sir, did you just go to bed this morning?"

"This is not a rare thing, and I won't hide it from you..." Grant frowned, looking worried, "Jazz has always been troubled by insomnia, and he always stays up until the morning when he is exhausted before falling asleep."

"Sir has to rest during the day, so the burden of managing the entire castle falls on the butler's shoulders. It must be very hard."

After hearing this, Grant couldn't help but straighten his chest, and his round, fat face showed a bit of pride,

"There is no other way. Being a servant is to share the worries of the master. Sir is in poor health and lacks energy. I have to take care of the castle for him so that he will not have so many headaches."

"So loyal..." the demon hunter admired, with a flash of irony in his eyes, "A subordinate like Steward Grant must have worked in the castle for many years and is deeply respected."

The Witcher's words just scratched the itch in Grant's heart, and his fat face began to glow, "I started working in the Armavit Fortress when I was twelve years old. At that time, Master John and Lady Mary were still alive. ..." His mouth opened like a flood, showing off his past endlessly.

The two demon hunters quietly exchanged glances.

"The master saw that although I was young, I had outstanding abilities and that my ancestors had been farmers for three generations and had a clean financial background, so he made an exception and promoted me to the position of housekeeper..." The housekeeper spat and raised his head inadvertently, and then he saw the demon hunter rushing towards him. After making a strange gesture, the look in his pupils dimmed completely, and he slumped in the wicker chair, as dumb as a doll.

"Now, let's talk about something interesting." Roy locked the door of the office and went straight to the topic. "Two years ago, Sir Ignatius tried a demon hunter named Kolgrim. Do you remember that he was wrongly accused of kidnapping the son of a beekeeper?"

"Remember...remember."

"Sir seized a blueprint from Kolgrim. Do you know where he hid the blueprint?"

"Basement..." Grant said with a stiff face, "Sir thought that the monster's weapon blueprint had no collection value, so he asked me to throw it into a box in the basement and put it with the sundries."

Excitement flashed across Roy's eyes, he didn't expect to get important information so easily.

Now they are just one step away from bringing back the long-lost equipment blueprint of the Viper School.

The two then asked about the location of the basement.

"Under the kitchen?" Roy couldn't wait to find out, but too many people in the castle noticed their whereabouts, and this time was obviously not the right time to act.

The questioning is far from over. The two still have questions about Baiguoyuan Village and the tomb.

"What does Sir Ignatius do in his daily life?"

"Drink..." Grant replied mechanically.

"Have you noticed that Jazz has some strange behavior, such as messing with a bunch of bottles, herbs, mysterious liquids, and reading some books that you can't understand at all?" Roy's voice tightened.

"No..." Grant replied decisively, "Jazz hated books the most in his life. When he was sober, he was either drinking or crying while holding the portraits of his relatives."

This is completely the image of a middle-aged widower who gives up on himself, but according to the statement from the proprietress of the White Orchard, Ignatius is by no means such a weak and decadent person. He is absurd and cruel.

"Before that, what made Sir Ignatius massacre more than half of the villagers in White Orchard?"

This is the huge change that the tavern proprietress mentioned.

Grant's lips trembled, and a trace of struggle appeared on his face. The struggle lasted for a few seconds and his expression became calm again, and he answered the witcher's question obediently.

“Because of Sir’s actions in the past few years, the residents of White Orchard sent a petition to the Vizima Court. In the end, the Vizima Court recognized their dissatisfaction and allowed them to move out of White Orchard. Sir himself witnessed Seeing the people leaving one after another, I couldn't help but give in and sent people to persuade the crowd."

"But the peasants, with the support of the Vizima Court, said some unpleasant words to the knight, angering him. Then the killing started and got out of hand."

"This cannot be used as an excuse for Ignatius to take human lives carelessly. He is just a butcher!" Roy said, then rubbed his temples. He noticed Brandt's first words and stared at the butler's calm face. Ask,

"In the final analysis, it was the petition of the White Orchard villagers that triggered the massacre... Then what outrageous things did Ignatius do before that to push the farmers to this point?"

In this era, farmers will never voluntarily leave the land on which they make a living unless they are forced to do so.

"Is Ignatius more terrifying than a robber?"

The next second, Grant's facial features shrank into a ball, the fat on his face trembled, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his resistance to the seal became more intense.

Leisuo and Roy's hearts were raised. The more fierce the butler's resistance was, the more heartbreaking their problems were and the closer they got to the secret of the castle. Of course, it is also possible for the housekeeper to wake up directly.

The butler stammered, "Sir...Sir...Sir...his reputation and...style are not very good..."

"What a bad idea?"

"Sir...Sir found out that his son, Master Florian, was in love with a **** friend, an Orion in the village, and then expelled the Orion. The young master hanged himself and died. To make matters worse, the old Lady Mary also Died later."

"Since then, Jazz has become a loner, drinking all day long, his temper has become more and more irritable, and his brain has become abnormal. Rumors spread in the village - some people say that Jazz is possessed by the devil and will kill everyone around him. People."

Roy sighed a little after hearing this, "Poor people must be hateful. Florian's tombstone only briefly recorded that he died of suffocation. It turned out that he was forced to death by his father."

"Once..." Grant continued, "The Lord drunkenly... broke into a... wedding banquet in the White Orchard, and forcibly... exercised the right of first... night on the bride, and... I chopped off the head of... an unlucky guy because he took off his hat too slowly."

His tone was choppy ~IndoMTL.com~ and his voice became softer and softer.

"It is indeed ridiculous." The two demon hunters looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. "Hasn't this right been abolished long ago? How dare he?!"

"What's next?"

This time Grant did not answer. He closed his eyes and mouth, and his upper eyelids squirmed for a while, as if he was having a nightmare. Then his eyes suddenly widened and his eyesight returned to clarity.

The demon hunter on the opposite side sighed secretly, feeling slightly disappointed. Unfortunately, he couldn't use the Yakshi Seal on one person continuously in a short period of time.

"Two masters, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now." The housekeeper wiped the beads of sweat that appeared inexplicably on his forehead and sighed, "As long as this person is over forty years old, sometimes he seems to be sleepwalking during the day... …By the way, where did I say it before?”

"Just in case, you have to take us to check the servants' room," Roy rolled his eyes and didn't dare to make it too exaggerated, "and the basement."

"Did I say this? Wait a moment, you two," the housekeeper frowned, with a look of reluctance, "We will wait until the news from the tomb comes back."