The Divine Hunter Chapter 13: Evil spirit dust in the attic

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The night in Amavit Fortress was quite chilly. Ignatius' plump body was wrapped in a thick velvet coat and he held a cowhide hot water bottle in his hands. He was still hunching his neck and shivering.

He threw several pieces of wood into the fireplace in succession. The yellow flames rose and the fire became stronger, and then he felt his whole body warm up.

"I don't hide it from the two masters. From the generation of my ancestors Jennifer and Leon, it has been a family rule that Amavit Castle is run by women." Ignatius looked at the two people on the sofa opposite. A demon hunter, there were only three of them in the entire top bedroom.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the specific reason cannot be determined. But I once heard my mother say when I was a child... This family rule was established to commemorate the outstanding contribution Jennifer Verres made in the founding of the family. ."

Roy pondered for a moment. This rule was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong with it.

He poked the back of his head with his finger and signaled to Ignatius, "So, do the other two members of the Villires family have marks...birthmarks?"

"You two should have guessed it," the knight answered decisively, "They didn't. When I was five or six years old, there were still a small number of collaterals living in the castle. I checked them out of curiosity. There were more than ten people. , there are no birthmarks anywhere on my body, I’m sure.”

"Mary also mentioned to me that the birthmark is unique to our family," Ignatius looked at the ceiling, with a hint of pride on his face, "it is a gift, a lucky birthmark."

Lucky birthmark?

This answer was beyond the witcher's expectation.

What they thought was a vicious curse was actually a gift in the mouth of Elder Ignatius?

It's extremely ironic.

"Both of you, you don't look very good," Jazz's heart tightened, "Is there something wrong with this birthmark? Yes, you seem to have mentioned it before?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, Reso and I have the exact opposite opinion than you. This kind of birthmark is by no means a good symbol..."

The witcher told his analysis again. After hearing this, Sir’s swollen cheeks trembled and his voice trembled as he said,

"According to the two of you...my...my ancestor was cursed by a powerful warlock, and this birthmark appeared on my body...the birthmark was also passed on to future generations along with the bloodline? The ultimate goal is...to let... Our family is...extinct?"

"Otherwise..." Roy asked, "How can you explain that except for your branch, the two branches next to you have no birthmarks on their bodies and are much more prosperous?"

Ignatius was slightly absent-minded. He could not imagine that what his parents had been instilling in him since he was sensible could actually have the completely opposite truth.

Is the birthmark that I am so proud of, really a curse used by a wizard to harm mortals?

"How is this possible? Why did Mary try to trick me?"

Ignatius sat slumped on the sofa, still in disbelief.

"Have you never doubted it? Sir." Roy's eyes penetrated people's hearts. "It is clearly recorded in the Verres family tree that your branch did not end well in its later years? You didn't Have you ever questioned this unreliable statement - lucky birthmark? What kind of luck does it give you?"

"I think it's bad luck!"

Ignatius thought carefully. It seemed that he had never had any luck in his life. Instead, his relatives died one after another. As a result, he resigned himself to drinking and drinking day and night, completely destroying his health.

Even future generations cannot continue.

"Two masters," Ignatius shook his head, with a bitter look on his face, "I am the Baron of White Orchard, a nobleman, but also a mortal... I have never been exposed to sorcerers or witchcraft... I simply can't put this into perspective. The two things are connected."

"Just because you don't understand, it doesn't mean that others are confused too. Sir, all two generations of family members have left the castle. Maybe they have discovered something fishy."

"Yes, but why didn't they warn me?"

"How do I know? I have to ask your parents."

But Mary and John had passed away, and there was a moment of silence in the bedroom.

"This birthmark...is it really...is it really a curse?" Ignatius begged, "How can I get rid of it? Please save me?"

"I have never seen such a powerful curse," the bald man said regretfully. "The only way to break it is to find the original curser."

"Master..." Ignatius's voice suddenly became tense, "A hundred years have passed since my first generation ancestor. The person who cast the curse is still alive?"

"Don't use common sense to infer spellcasters. There are many warlocks over a hundred years old..." Leisuo tapped his fingers regularly on the table, "Sir, the mastermind behind the scenes may be monitoring your family's activities somewhere. ”

"I have fulfilled all your requests. The blueprints have been returned to their original owners, and I sincerely kowtow to Master Kolgrim to apologize. I hope you two will keep their promise and help me find the real culprit behind this as soon as possible."

"If you are willing to cooperate, we will try our best to help you." Roy paused, "Take us to check the rooms on the upper floor of the castle. Your deceased relatives used to live in them, right?"

Sir hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I hope you two will act more gently and not destroy my relatives' belongings."

……

Late at night, all the servants in the Amavit Castle fell asleep. The servants who were originally responsible for taking care of Ignatius were also dismissed by him. Now there are only soldiers on duty at the bottom of the entire castle.

Such quietness suited Ignatius's wishes. He picked up a kerosene lamp and left the bedroom with the two demon hunters. The hallway was dimly lit, except for an oil lamp hanging outside each bedroom door that illuminated a narrow area nearby. Most of the place was dark.

The light of the oil lamp cast the shadows of the three people on the wall, making them look unusually huge and ferocious.

There was a faint sound of insects coming in outside the window, followed by a series of "ta, ta, ta" footsteps echoing in the corridor. There was also a cool breeze lingering, blowing from one end of the corridor to the other, making waves of strange sounds. Sob, like a woman's sob.

Ignatius stood outside a door and said, "This is Marie Villiers' room."

The witcher nodded. The other room closest to Jazz's bedroom belonged to his mother.

"Crunch——"

"No one has lived in this room since Mary died two years ago, but a servant comes to clean it every week." Ignatius looked melancholy and nostalgic, "Master must be careful not to damage anything. Something."

The room was unexpectedly clean and simple, with no unnecessary decorations. On the wall opposite the soft bed, there was an eye-catching bust of Marie Villiers hanging on the wall.

Mrs. Mary in the portrait is about thirty years old, at her most mature and beautiful age. She has thick brown hair tied back, a slightly long and narrow face, a bit pointed chin, and light and long eyebrows.

The black eyes are big and lively, and a palm-sized flower earring hangs from the right earlobe. Her lips were slightly thickly smeared with bright rose red lipstick, and a beauty mark diagonally lower on the right side added a bit of charm.

At this moment, her expression was calm, her chin was slightly raised, and she was full of confidence.

The most amazing thing is that her dress is not like a dignified aristocratic lady at all, she is too gorgeous and unrestrained.

The upper body is a small lace vest with a bright yellow print, which highlights the beautiful waist and abdomen lines. The lower body is an elegant ruffle skirt, layered one on top of another, imprinted with eye-catching and exaggerated bright colors, as well as various mysterious plant patterns.

She is like a mysterious flame that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"Gypsy girl..." This adjective popped out of Roy's mind spontaneously, but he immediately laughed and shook his head, "The nation of Gypsies does not exist in the world of witchers. It is just the appearance of Marie Villiers. It’s really..."

"Sir Ignatius, with all due respect, Lady Mary's beauty is impressive."

"Of course..." Ignatius gently touched the edge of the portrait, and a flash of fascination passed in his eyes, "This is the excellent blood of the Villires family, inherited from the amazing beauty of his grandmother. It is no exaggeration to say that , it is more than enough for the female members of the Viriles family to participate in beauty pageants in any country."

Ignatius continued to admire the portrait, and the witcher began to search the room. After half an hour, there were a few scattered books on the bookshelf, the wardrobe, the dresser, the pillows and quilts on the bed, the dark area under the bed, and the floor. , the walls, and even the area behind Lady Mary's portrait, the Witcher searched all over, but there were no hidden spaces.

"Sure enough..." Ignatius breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "Mary knew nothing about this."

"Be quiet, don't talk." Leisuo suddenly closed his eyes and listened.

"What did you find?"

"The sound of the wind," the big man raised his index finger and pointed upward. "Is it empty behind the ceiling?"

"Yes, there is an attic behind the ceiling." Ignatius said calmly, "There is one in every room."

The witcher nodded, "Can I check it?"

"As you wish."

……

Soon, Roy, who was slightly lighter, climbed up to the ten-high ceiling using the ladder brought from the utility room, pushed open a trap door, and entered a small dark room.

There is a double wooden bed in the corner of the dark room. A blind is opened on the wall of the wooden bed, and there is a faint cold air drifting in from the outside. There is also a red quilt on the wooden bed to keep out the cold, which is covered with dust.

"There is a bed in the attic. Is it possible that Mary Villiers would climb up on it to sleep occasionally?" He leaned over, and the bed creaked under his feet, which didn't sound reliable. "Is this a special hobby of nobles?"

Roy quickly searched the darkroom and found a small pile of suspicious dust somewhere on the floor. This is no ordinary dust, with a faint smell of human ashes, and each particle is a strange emerald green.

The witcher is all too familiar.

" Roy's heart skipped a beat. "Why is there a bed and evil spirit dust above Mary Villiers' bedroom? ”

After a while, Roy went back to the bedroom and informed the two of them of the result,

"Less than one-tenth of the amount, most of it has been blown away by the wind. But this is enough to show that-" Reso glanced at Ignatius, "In the attic of Mary Villiers' bedroom A demonic spirit once appeared. How did it come in from the outside without disturbing anyone?"

"The blinds of the darkroom...the evil spirits can enter the castle from the outside along the blinds." Roy pondered, "I also have an idea, whether this pile of evil spirit dust may come from the people who escaped from the tomb. That banshee, she returned to the bedroom where she lived and was destroyed?"

The two demon hunters had a thought. This makes sense. The demon spirit transformed into Mary after her death returned to the bedroom where she lived because of some remaining obsessions and instincts...

But another problem came again,

"No one in this castle can kill a banshee," Roy was certain based on the observation, "unless the banshee commits suicide."

On the other side, Ignatius heard the ghosts break out and broke into a cold sweat. He couldn't believe that there were ghosts moving almost right next to his bed.

"Sir Ignatius, don't worry," Leisuo comforted, "Although I don't know who did it, this demon spirit has been completely eliminated and can't hurt you."

"No! Master...can you check my bedroom first."

……

"Sir Ignatius, congratulations, there are no traces of demons in your bedroom."

"Not even in the attic on the ceiling?"

"Yes, it's not there either, we promise."

Ignatius heaved a sigh of relief, but he would not be able to rest for a moment until he understood the matter thoroughly, "Come here, two masters, and continue searching John and Florian's rooms. ”

……

"There is nothing unusual about your father and son's house."

Ignatius was like a pocket watch being wound up. He could not stop for a moment and continued to lead the witchers to search the bedrooms where his grandfather's generation and his great-grandfather's generation had lived. This is the residence of the second and third generations of the Verres family.

When the witcher finished searching the four rooms, a cockcrow came from the castle courtyard. Before you knew it, it was already time for the servants to get up.

"The two masters have worked hard all night. I will send someone to prepare breakfast immediately." Ignatius yawned, and the dark circles under his pupils became thicker. Although there were still two bedrooms to search, his weak body couldn't hold on any longer.

Roy waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about us, just rest. We will find Grant if necessary."

For witchers, a night without sleep has no impact. They are still full of energy and high spirits.

So far, the two have searched a total of seven rooms, all of which belong to direct members of the Villiers family: Ignatius's great-grandfather, great-grandmother, father Sir John, mother Lady Mary, Ignatius and his son Florian.

"Evil spirit dust appeared in three places in total. ~IndoMTL.com~ Roy analyzed the existing information, "They are Lady Mary, Sir's grandmother, and the attic of the great-grandmother's bedroom. ”

The places where evil spirit dust is found are always in women’s rooms!

No trace was found in the rooms of the men in the family.

"Coincidence? No, there must be some connection."

In addition, the witcher saw the portraits of these three women. Their beauty was different, but their temperaments were somewhat similar. They smiled confidently, and their dark and deep eyes revealed a touch of mystery.

This wonderful overlap comes from the way their families reproduce their offspring - women take power, recruit sons-in-law, and pass down the family rules from generation to generation, until Ignatius's generation, there are no more female heirs.

Only he can inherit it.

The witcher vaguely discovered a certain pattern, but it has not been confirmed yet.

“After searching the two rooms of the founders of the Verrieres family, Leon Verrieres and Jennifer Verrieres, I feel like there will be a major breakthrough.”