Chapter 125 The Encounter of the Byron Knight

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Hearing the angry scolding from the mill, Gawain had the thought that it was so, and then ran forward with the others.

The door of the mill was thrown open, and the sun from outside suddenly shone into the dim place, and between the bright band of sunlight and the shadow of the hay, Knight Byron was reclining, still breathing heavily. He kept shouting: "If you were my attendant, I would definitely kick your stupid head! You brainless little bastard! Are you going to die! You... the Duke?!"

Knight Byron finally got used to the light that suddenly came in. He tilted his head and looked at the door. In the bright background stood a tall figure, and then the tall figure walked in, followed by three people.

That little mute was the last to follow.

"You're still in good spirits," Gawain greeted Knight Byron, who was lying in the haystack, "We were still guessing about your life and death, but we didn't expect you to still have the energy to scold the street here—the scold is outside. You can hear it from dozens of meters."

As he spoke, he walked forward, but just halfway through, he heard Byron shouting loudly: "Lord Duke, don't come near! I'm cursed by the cult's sorcery! I don't know if this thing will It will spread!"

Gawain frowned, of course he could guess and see that Knight Byron was in a wrong state, otherwise the other party would not lie in this place and scolded the street, but it was not until he got used to the dim light in the mill that he saw this The appearance of the middle-aged knight is strange.

A dark-green pattern spread along Byron's skin, and it was estimated that it had covered most of his body. Those fine lines could be seen on some of his exposed arms, hands, and neck, and some lines even extended to him. near the eye socket, which looks like exposed veins.

In addition, he can see a lot of trauma, including a swollen half of his face.

Knight Philip sucked in a breath: "Damn... what's going on?"

"I discovered the cultist, but he also discovered me," Byron twitched the corners of his mouth, but his body was completely stiff. It seemed that the only part of his body that could move was his head. "The middle details are a long story. The short summary is that I didn't win... Your Excellency, are you also here to investigate the cult problem? How did you know something happened here?"

"A serf turned into a living bomb on the dock, the handwriting of all things die," Gawain said casually, "then we knew something happened here before you sent any news back - you lie down and don't move. , there may be help."

"Don't waste your time,

That cultist is very powerful, I can feel that his sorcery is not only corroding my flesh and blood, but also corroding my spirit, and now I see that you all have seven or eight double images..."

Pittman walked out from behind Gawain, and casually taunted while walking towards Byron: "Don't make up your mind, your double image is because your eyes are swollen - it's just a simple neurological curse."

As he spoke, the old Druid crouched down beside the middle-aged knight and began to check the spread of the curse power, while Gawain, who was standing behind, was relieved when he saw it: "Is it still possible to save it? ?"

"No matter how savage things grow, they are born from Druids, especially curse spells. Almost all of them can find corresponding Druid exorcism spells," Pittman took out incense from the bag he was carrying. He said while the ritual woodcarving, "To be honest, I'm afraid I'm no match for the person who released this spell, but it's not necessarily against the curse he left behind-it seems that the person who started it looks down on you, Mr. Knight. "

Byron was stunned when he heard the words, his eyes were vicissitudes of life, and he sighed softly: "That guy probably started to despise me when he knocked me flying..."

From the looks of it, he must be fine.

After confirming that the curse was resolved and that Pittman was able to control the spread of corrosion, Gawain squatted down beside Byron: "What is the situation in Tanzania now? The town is under martial law, and we can't touch it at all."

"It has to start three days ago," Knight Byron took a deep breath and said slowly, "before that everything was normal, nothing happened in the town, only Viscount Andrew bought a batch of slaves, which is news. , but three days ago, martial law suddenly came out from the castle, saying that cultists were found in the town, and everyone was temporarily banned from entering and leaving the town-you know, at that time, I had already started to contact the second batch of slave traders, and I was contacting a group of merchant ships, and the martial law would cause a lot of trouble, so I went to the castle to find the Viscount Andrew to issue a charter. This is completely in line with the rules, and it is also normal... But I was lucky. No, I found clues of a cultist."

"The martial law was indeed issued from the castle, and there were indeed cultists mixed in in the town, but in fact the whole thing was a conspiracy. The cultists were in the castle and personally controlled Viscount Andrew to issue martial law. I'm going. When I entered the castle hall, I felt a foul breath, and when I talked to Viscount Andrew, I heard a secret whisper that did not belong to him. The righteous retreat - as a result, it was discovered by a guy in black robes just halfway through the retreat. The cultists probably haven't finished controlling the entire castle and Viscount Andrew, so they let me in carelessly , and of course he can't allow me to leave again..."

Gawain ignored the shameless parts that the dignified knight said, and asked with a frown, "How did you escape?"

According to Pittman's judgment, he knew that the person who sneaked into Tanzania was most likely a fourth- to fifth-level cultist, and this level had reached the middle level. Although Byron Knight was the pinnacle of third-level knights, even It can be said that he partially came into contact with the power of the mid-level occupation, but he is still a low-level knight-of course he is a master in such a small rural place, but the gap to the last mid-level cultist is too great.

It may be understandable that he managed to escape temporarily during the encounter, but he was already trapped in the castle, and the castle had become half a cultist's lair, so how he escaped from the castle under such circumstances is more difficult to understand.

Pittman has already started the ritual of exorcism. He used incense and Druid spells to neutralize the filthy power in Byron Knight, while pretending to be devoutly whispering to the gods of nature, and Byron's face was obviously good. When he got up, he exerted some strength and continued: "During the fight, I was hit by the magic of the cultists and fell into a cave behind the castle, where there was a pool of water, and I kept it from this. I lost my life, and found that the waterhole was connected to an underground passage: it turns out that there is also a tunnel system underground in Tanzang Town. The cultist probably thought I fell to death, or maybe he was busy doing other things, so he did not pursue, and I burrowed underground all day and night to find the right way out... The exit is right next to this mill."

Gao Wen and the others looked at each other in dismay, Amber couldn't help but mutter: "This is really fate... luck seems to be fake."

"There are many tunnel systems underground in the south, most of which were built by me back then, such as the channel network under Cecil's territory. But I don't know about the underground tunnels in Tanzania," Gawain frowned, "... Maybe it was built by later generations after my first death."

Knight Philip thought: "If this tunnel exists, maybe we can sneak into Viscount Andrew's castle along the tunnel?"

"It seems like a good idea," Gawain nodded, then looked at Byron: "And then? What happened to this kid?"

The dumb child who brought the crowd stood quietly near the haystack, looking at this side with curiosity and a hint of vigilance, Byron gave the child a complicated look and sighed softly: "At that time, I came from the tunnel. When I came out, I found that the curse on my body had already occurred. I originally wanted to go back to the territory to report the situation, but I was worried that the curse would spread, so I was going to find a place to wait for my own death... In fact, there was nothing I could do without waiting for death. At that time, I had already acted. It's very problematic, I can't get to the territory at all. But I didn't expect that when I was in a daze, I actually walked into this mill and was rescued by this child.

"He is a mute, most likely the servant of a business owner in the city. He was trapped outside the town because of the inexplicable martial law order. I lay here for two days, and he went to find me food and water, otherwise I would Probably can't resist this time at all."

Pittman finished chatting with the gods of nature and looked up at Byron: "The first thing we heard from you when we came here was scolding people."

"There's no way, the curse on me has already started to get out of control," the middle-aged knight pulled his lips into a super ugly smile, "I could barely suppress it at first, but then I felt more and more that it would infect others, but this child is not at all I don't understand this... I chased him a few times and explained to him what the curse was. Once I wanted to climb out by myself and jump into the river to die, but as soon as I got to the river, I remembered that it was Cecil's territory downstream— As a result, when I was hesitating by the river, I was found by this kid, and he pulled me back and pulled me back."

"It doesn't seem that he is quite strong." Pittman completed the exorcism ceremony, turned his head and glanced at the little mute while packing up his ritual props, and said casually, "Looks thin and small."

After speaking, the old Druid stood up and nodded lightly to Gawain: "The curse is no longer a problem."

Gawain looked at Byron: "Can you still stand up and lead the way?"

"Although I really want to lie down again," Knight Byron moved his arm, "but it seems that the most important thing is to solve the threat of the cultists at this time. No problem, I think I have recovered 50% to 60%. already."

Gawain nodded: "Okay, take a rest, we can use the underground passage you found to sneak into the town."

"But there's another question," Amber said suddenly, pointing to the dumb child standing beside the haystack, "What about this child?"

"You definitely can't take him in," Gawain frowned, "but just leave it like this..."

After thinking for a moment, he felt that he couldn't just put this dumb child aside, so he came to the little boy and squatted down.

The latter took a half step back in fright, but still raised his head and looked straight at Gawain.

"We're going to do something," Gawain looked into the child's eyes and said slowly, "Can you wait here for three days? If we come back within three days, you will go with us, if we don't come back, you Just walk south along the river to a camp next to the river bank and seek shelter from the people there."

Then he took out a talisman from his arms and stuffed it into the child's hand: "Take this, they will take you in."

The dumb child took the amulet and nodded slowly.