Chapter 313: Go Back Early to Prepare for the Funeral
"Lord Will? Could it be Lord Will Declan?" Someone in the crowd finally recognized Will.
"The youngest mid-level knight in Drake City, the youngest city defense instructor, and the leader of the boy scout reserve. He seems to be the behind-the-scenes boss of the youth activity center." Weier felt that his details were almost exposed, except for some dark identities. .
He watched Strand open the wooden box and walked over holding a beautiful and delicate clock.
Weier and Lilith actually took a step back without any trace at the same time, showing a look of guard. This move seemed casual, but the two of them did it at the same time, and their expressions changed, which still attracted the attention of other people.
Strand was about to present the Bell of Withered Flowers just now, and he was a little baffled when he saw the two people quickly pull out their long swords, looking like they were facing an enemy. Exquisite works of art, even in the capital, are considered top-notch, and they are not scourges.
"The bell of a hundred flowers in full bloom is actually the bell of a hundred flowers in full bloom of the Rot family, everyone hurry up and stay away." There may not be many people who know the goods in the crowd, but most of the black market stall owners are knowledgeable, and many people can tell at a glance The history of this thing.
"Wal, Sann, gather people to maintain order at the scene, and don't let everyone move around. Mr. Strand, please keep your current actions and don't move, otherwise we won't rule out using tough methods, or even beheading you to ensure everyone's safety .”
Weier's words made Strand's whole body stiff, and he found that when he just took out this thing, most of the people showed obsessive expressions, but when someone shouted "The Bell of Blooming Flowers", all of a sudden Quite empty.
Except for a few people who looked ignorant, most of them showed expressions of fear, curiosity, and vigilance, and the middle-level fighter of the Rot family who accompanied him also pushed back a few steps with the empty wooden box, Keep a certain distance from yourself.
has a problem!
"Mr. Strand, do Lilith and I have any grudge against you?" Weier looked at Strand with a livid face.
The latter also sensed something was wrong, and shook his head slightly: "No, this is the first time I came to Drake City, and I have no intention of making enemies with anyone."
"Then why do you want to kill us?" Lilith asked immediately.
"Weir doesn't know anyone in the capital. Although I have been to the capital, I was too young at that time to have any enemies. Who sent you to kill me?"
"Kill, kill you?" Stellan felt a little baffled. The task I received was to pick you up instead of kill you. He felt more and more that something was wrong.
"Don't move now, the person behind, you should be from the Rot family, send the box up and ask him to put the Bell of Withered Flowers in." Weier directed the middle-level warrior to put the Bell of Withered Flowers away. , and then the whole person instantly went to the side of the wooden box, and the long sword stabbed out suddenly.
The middle-level fighter was just about to throw the wooden box at Lilith when he stabbed him in the wrist. The wooden box fell straight to the ground, but was firmly caught by Weir with his foot, "Swipe~swipe~swipe~" With the sword down, the mid-level fighter fell to the ground with both hands and feet restrained.
The Vol Temple Knights rushed forward to protect the wooden box, and Singer led a few junior professionals to tie up the intermediate warrior.
At this time, the people around gradually calmed down, and suddenly there was a commotion, but few people dared to approach Strand, as if he was carrying some kind of plague.
"Lord Will, can you tell me what's going on now?" Strand felt very bad, and an inexplicable fear enveloped his whole body.
Weier stared at Strand closely, and asked in a deep voice: "Have you never understood what you took out before? Can I ask you a question? I hope you answer us seriously. You have traveled thousands of miles from the capital Come here, is there any mission or something? Like assassinate someone?"
Stellan was silent for a moment and shook his head lightly: "I was indeed hired, and the target was Sister Lilith, but I didn't intend to assassinate her."
"Destroy her reputation?" Weier slightly made a guess, and Stellan's face suddenly changed, and he was inexplicably annoyed. Is his reputation so bad? If you connect with yourself, you will be ruined?
Wait, the person who posted this mission probably didn't mean it.
"Forget it, these are not important. Since you don't want to kill Lilith, are you here after me? After all, as Lilith's fiancé, if your goal is her, I will definitely be the biggest obstacle, so You're the one who wants to kill me, right?" Weier's words made Strand very helpless.
Although I really wanted to get rid of this obstacle, I really didn't dare. Wil Declan is a genuine member of the noble family. I am not familiar with the place here, and I don't have a strong backer. I really can't afford to provoke such a person. The most powerful people.
"Lord Will, I didn't intend to kill anyone. Can you tell me why everyone is so afraid of this bell of flowers in full bloom? It is obviously a very perfect work of art." Stellan went straight to the point, and Will waved his hand, He cast his eyes on the middle-level fighter lying on the ground, but the other party said nothing.
"If you really want to know, just ask any stall owner. They all know. After all, this clock was a very famous cursed thing 20 years ago. Except for some young people, most of the people present should know something about it. I heard that, after all, everyone is an old connoisseur of collections.”
Weier's words stunned Strand, "Cursed, cursed thing?"
"That's right, this clock is called the Bell of Blooming Flowers, but it has another name, the Bell of Withering Flowers. It is a rather terrifying and cursed thing. Anyone who touches it with their own hands will eventually age quickly and die. "
"I took a brief look at the pattern on it just now, and nearly half of it has withered. The life of the person who is being cursed has been exhausted by half. When all the flowers wither, the person who is being cursed will die. Then, it will find The next person who comes into contact with it absorbs that person's vitality, becomes a bell of a hundred flowers again, absorbs that person's vitality, and with the loss of that person's vitality, it will gradually wither."
Weier briefly introduced the scene after using this cursed thing, which made Strand froze. Curse of aging? Absorb vitality? Anyone who touches it will be cursed?
Haven't you already...
"Is there a way to save it?" Stellan still has a lot of youth to squander, and he doesn't want to die in such a vague way.
"Pious prayers, if you can get the protection of the gods, all curses will not be a problem." As soon as he said this, Stran rejected him. He was not a good bird, and he could not get the favor of the gods.
"The one who knows the vitality best is the elf goddess, so any master above the cardinal level of the elf church should be able to lift this curse." The elves? Stellan didn't think he could join them, pass!
"The high priests and popes of all sects have this ability, and they can use the power of faith to remove curses. After all, they are the closest existence to the gods." Strand is really annoyed this time, and you can't mention something useful method? If I can get along with such a big shot, how can I get mixed up like this?
"If you can't find these people, then go back and prepare for the funeral before the curse happens to you."
Weier shook his head slightly: "But before that, you need to explain clearly why you want to display this cursed object in public, and how you got this cursed object. After confirming that the problem is not with you, You can leave, after all, this thing is too dangerous and can easily cause panic."
Let me prepare for my funeral? Can we prepare for the funeral after the investigation is over? Strand felt dizzy for a while, ah, could it be that he was really jealous of talents, and his beauty was unlucky? Why am I such a beautiful man to endure such torture?