The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: Same imprint

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As Grant said, the guards returned to Armavit Castle before noon to confirm that the witcher had killed all the monsters in the tomb. At that moment, the butler's attitude toward the two men became much more enthusiastic.

"Today at noon I will instruct my servants to prepare a sumptuous lunch for the master. The master usually wakes up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and will naturally thank you two in person."

Grant no longer objected to the witcher's request to search the house, "With my steward's power, at most two people are allowed to inspect the rooms on the bottom two floors of the castle. As for the higher floors, I'm sorry, but that must be approved by the master. ”

"That's okay." The demon hunter didn't expect anything more, and then followed the middle-aged maid assigned by the housekeeper to start a sweep.

The process was as expected. Apart from finding a little evidence of petty theft by the servants, no signs of magic power fluctuations or banshee activity were found.

But it was not without gain. The two found the location of the kitchen in the basement, roughly figured out the structure of the first and second floors of the castle, and secretly recorded the soldiers' duty shifts.

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After enjoying a white orchard-style special lunch at noon, not long after, the butler led the two of them to the living room on the third floor. In the spacious hall, fire pits were lit all around, making it warm and bright.

On the bearskin sofa in the center, a fat middle-aged man smelling of alcohol was leaning. He was wearing a saffron coat and a white fox waistcoat. Under his dark red hair, his face was swollen and his skin was sagging. His black eyes were slender like a fox with an evil aura, and there were two thick black circles hanging from his eyelids. At this moment, he was spreading his legs, listless and yawning. Behind him, there was a maid massaging his shoulders vigorously.

Ignatius Villiers

Age: thirty-two

Identity: Baron of White Orchard, member of the Villiers family

Roy took another look at Jazz's attributes. He had been drained of alcohol and his physique was weaker than ordinary people.

"If you keep drinking, this guy will have only a few years to live."

"Dear Lord White Orchard, we are..."

"Grant mentioned to me that the snake sect's demon hunters...master, Roy and Leitho." Ignatius showed a weak smile and sat up straight on the sofa,

"You're too generous. We are just two little people wandering on the mainland and cannot deserve the title of master."

"I'm not kidding," Ignar corrected, "the two of you can completely eliminate the monsters entrenched in the tomb. You are so smarter than those trash before. You really deserve this honor." He emphasized his tone and said, "I am really grateful for this."

After speaking, he picked up a small ticket between his fingers and handed it behind him. The maid immediately held it and brought it to the two of them.

"This is a check for two hundred kronor. It can be cashed at any Vivaldi Bank on the mainland. It is a small kindness from me."

"It's not in vain that I let go of your ancestor's coffin." Roy and Lei Suo smiled knowingly and put the check away quickly.

Ignatius nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this, "From now on, you two are the guests of the Villires family, and you are always welcome to visit Armavit Castle. In addition, tonight I will set up a I will personally entertain the two masters at a banquet."

"It's an honor..." Lei Suo stroked his belly and bowed.

But Roy was very surprised. The current lord's behavior was not at all like what they had heard, he was doing whatever he wanted and was unreasonable.

Few nobles are willing to humble themselves and warmly entertain the witcher.

"Could it be that in the past two years, Ignatius has fully realized and changed his ways?"

"But with his weak body...the marks on the three skulls are probably not left by him."

Roy decided to test it out, "Lord Ignatius, there are some things about your family's tomb that I must inform you in advance."

Roy glanced at the maid.

Ignatius turned around and said, "Liv, go and close the door to the living room!" Then faced the witcher again, "She is trustworthy, no matter what the secret master is, it doesn't matter."

"I'll be honest," Roy shrugged, "Yesterday we cleaned the innermost tomb and found that the four coffins in the center had been moved..."

"The fifteenth tomb and the coffin in the center were desecrated?" Ignatius's pupils became slits and his tone couldn't help but tighten.

Roy stared at the change in the lord's expression and slowly stated, "According to the inscription on the coffin, there is a coffin that is the resting place of your mother Marie Villiers, but the bones in it are missing. ...And your mother's bones... turned into a banshee."

"What!" Ignatius yelled and stood up from the sofa. Only then did the demon hunter realize that he was extremely tall, almost the same size as the thunderbolt of a humanoid beast. But long-term alcoholism destroyed his health and he became a bit hunchbacked.

Ignatius walked quickly to the demon hunter, almost roaring, "Who dares to desecrate the bones of my relatives? Grave robbers, no, there are monsters guarding them, they can't get inside." He lowered his head, He murmured to himself, "How could Mary turn into... a banshee? Impossible, my beloved Mary cannot turn into a monster!"

"What's going on? Demon hunter!" Ignatius suddenly raised his head, questioning in his tone.

"Sorry, I'm thinking about this..." Roy suddenly took a step forward, looked directly into the lord's eyes sharply, and moved his fingers flexibly through the air. "You should know the reason, Your Excellency Lord, think back on what you have done in the past few years."

Ignatius blocked the view of the maid behind him, and the maid did not notice the little movement of the witcher.

The maid only heard the witcher say something vague and general, and then Ignatius's face turned pale, as if he was having an epilepsy, and his whole body began to tremble. He retreated to the sofa and sat down slumped. .

"Is this punishment?" Ignatius' face turned red and his pupils were bloodshot. "Demon hunter, is this God punishing me for my past stupid behavior?"

The demon hunters remained silent. They did not expect that the other party's reaction would be so violent.

Ignatius's voice was erratic, "John, Florian, Mary, my poor relatives died one after another. Ghosts were inexplicably born in the family tombs, and the bones of my relatives were desecrated. My body became weaker and weaker, even Isn't this a punishment from the gods for not being able to continue the bloodline of the family?" He lowered his head and stared at his hands in a daze, his eyes flashing with disgust and fear.

"I am a butcher with blood on my hands, a sinner! I killed my relatives and subjects..." On the other side, the maid hurriedly brought a glass of wine, "Sir, please don't blame yourself. Please drink some wine. , just drink some wine and sleep!”

As she spoke, the maid glanced at the witcher timidly, "Two masters, you... what magic did you perform on the knight?!"

"How can magic be said? It just makes him face his own heart."

"No...Liv, don't blame the witcher, and don't give me any more wine," Ignatius shook his head slowly and said nervously, "Wine can numb my body, but it can't numb my spirit. and soul, every day when I open my eyes it is torture...pain...I can’t wait to go and be with my deceased relatives...I can’t bear to let my family die completely.”

"Do you regret it?" The two demon hunters walked side by side towards the lord.

"What's the use of regret? I, Ignatius Villiers, am responsible for where I am today. Even if I regret, it will be of no use."

Ignatius inserted his fingers into his red hair and moved it frantically. A grown man actually started sobbing.

The oncoming demon hunter glanced at the back of the lord's head inadvertently, and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Actually, I agreed with your idea at the beginning... Sir, please forgive me!" Roy walked up to the lord, held the back of his head while the other man looked stunned, and lifted his thick hair. .

"Witcher, stop it! Don't hurt Sir. Did I call someone?"

"Don't worry!" Lei Suo glanced at the maid coldly, and the ferocious look in her eyes silenced her instantly. "I won't hurt your lord, just confirm some things."

After a moment, the familiar mark buried in the hair came into view - Po?wi?ca?si?

"It turns out that this mark is not carved on the skull after death."

Roy and Leisu exchanged a look.

"Your Excellency, did you know that there is a mark on the back of your head?"

"Of course I know..." Ignatius replied, "This is the birthmark of the Villires family, proof of bloodline. All direct members will have this mark on the back of their foreheads when they are born."

"Including your grandfather and grandmother?"

"Yes, what's the problem with this? Two masters, what exactly do you want to say?" Ignatius stopped sobbing, and the demon hunter's confused question caused an inexplicable panic in his heart.

Lesuo stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Sir, I am now certain that the deaths of your relatives one after another are not just a coincidence and the mistakes you made while drunk in the past. The mark on the back of your head is not an ordinary birthmark... it is a mark of witchcraft," Lei Suo's lips twitched, "This mark means sacrifice in ancient language."

A cool air instantly surged out of his body, suffocating Ignatius's heart. He opened his lips, unable to speak, and the flesh on his face began to tremble.

The little maid also timidly moved away from the lord. "Sacrifice? Oh my god! Have the master and his family been sacrificed by the devil?"

For rural residents, witchcraft is much scarier than the word magic because it is associated with evil.

Ignatius's voice was dry and hoarse, "The Villires family's bloodline will be cut off starting from my generation. Is this the reason? You... what evidence do you have?"

"Do you still need evidence?" The demon hunter glanced at the lord sideways and threatened, "Recall the death of your relatives! When you slaughtered those old and weak women and children and committed those atrocities, it was just because you drank After drinking, you still can't help yourself, are you controlled by something?!"

At this moment, the memory in Lord White Orchard's mind was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, rolling and surging. He recalled the words of his grandparents when he was a child, "Ignatius, this is the symbol of the family bloodline, which brings Lucky birthmark."

The strange experiences of an earlier generation, as well as my once out-of-control mental state.

He began to believe it and began to put his sins on the unknown devil.

"No, it's not the birthmark, there's something else at work!" Ignatius murmured in a low voice, grabbing the witcher's wrist,

"You will help me solve the problem, right, Master Demon Hunter? I will pay you, and I promise it in the honor of the Villires family, it will definitely be much more than cleaning the tomb!"

"Money can't buy everything." Leisuo shook his head and retreated.

"What do you mean, Master Leisuo?"

"You need to atone, Ignatius..." Roy stood in front of him, "Do you still remember the demon hunter you wronged and died tragically in the family tomb two years ago?"

"His name is Kolgrim."

Ignatius opened his mouth wide~IndoMTL.com~ Then he saw Roy reaching out and waving his hand, and a pile of dead bones appeared out of thin air on the floor in front of him.

The maid's eyes turned white and she almost fainted.

But Ignatius still managed to remain calm.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a simple magic trick. Witchers also have magical friends, understand. What I'm going to say next is not a threat, but a deal."

Leso grabbed Roy's arm, but the latter ignored him and still spoke loudly, "Sir Ignatius Villires, nobleman of Temeria and lord of White Orchard, are you willing to submit your request to Roy? The snake sect demon hunter Kolgrim who was killed by you... kowtows to apologize..."

"Ahem..." Ignatius's face flushed with color of humiliation, and he made an unexplained sound from his throat.

The young demon hunter stared at him with dark golden pupils, and his voice was like a bayonet, stabbing into Jazz's heart one after another.

"As long as you sincerely kowtow to Kolgrim and apologize! Then we will be merciful and consider taking over your commission to find out for you the source of the Viriles family's misfortune."