Chapter 131： Eternal slate (2/2)
It is a pity that this minion escaped earlier after the cult leader initially controlled the castle, and the butler disappeared into the sight of everyone.
Based on these sporadic intelligence, Gao Wen speculated that the "housekeeper" is likely to be a "peripheral person" who would be specially trained to die out. It does not have any extraordinary talents, but also has certain occult knowledge, so it can be easily obtained. The nobility trusts, and is not wary, and once the perpetrators of the event will take action, such outsiders will quickly evacuate, may change their faces to lurk around other nobles, or they may turn into the deeper layers of the organization...
What Gao Wen really worried about is that this situation is not a special case.
The Viscount Andrew is not a famous family who can control the situation of the kingdom, but the end of all things is a behemoth that has developed into many countries. This cult organization is unlikely to be placed in the lure for a few decades before the border of an Ansu border. The only explanation for the eyeliner is that it is normal for them to insert their eyes around the nobility.
What kind of monster has the Druids that fell seven hundred years ago now become a monster? !
Soon, Gao Wen knew what the cults controlled the date of the martial law issued by the Viscount Andrew.
"I told him that the eternal slate has been promised to the king by me, and I have already arranged for the man to be transported out of the castle," said the Viscount Andrew, slowly showing a smile on his face. "His sorcerer can control my limbs." I can control my tongue, but I can't control my mind. He can let me speak according to the lines he arranged, but there is no way for me to tell what I know in my heart. So he doesn't know where I hide the slate. I can only martialize the whole city, and then go door-to-door through my name, and before he searches for something, he dare not let me die..."
It turned out that... Gao Wen suddenly nodded, and the fallen Druid did have the magic to control people’s words and deeds, but that was not the mind control of the Necromancers, but the shallower limb nerve control, which was from the original The Druid spell "animal dominance" is distorted and transformed. In the face of this spell, as long as there is a tough mind to confront it, it will not be forced to be questioned by the cultists.
Gao Wen just did not expect that this seemingly more drug-like scorpion, like the scorpion of Andrew, will have this kind of tenacity.
"So the cultist buried the man in the castle in the atrium to extract his thoughts, also to torture the whereabouts of the slate fragments..." Amber reacted at this time, and looked at the weak viscount with some surprise. "But they don't know the pieces at all." Where, this thing is only known to you, that is to say... Will you not send the thing out at all?"
"Of course, I didn't send it out," Count Viscount laughed laboriously. Despite his weakness, he still tried to raise his head. "I am the son of the Lesley family. I am starving to death, dying outside, jumping out from here, nor May succumb to a cultist!"
Although he felt that the sentence was a bit subtle and familiar, Gao Wen still looked at the weak traditional aristocrat with some admiration. This is the aristocrat of this era. He is indeed stale, indeed backward, and indeed has some ignorance from the perspective of God. The move, but he also has a so-called "aristocratic spirit", this spirit supports a kind of almost unreasonable pride, and this pride makes him even die, and will not bow to the cultists.
"Where did you hide the fragments of the eternal slate?" Gao Wen could not help but ask curiously.
"H...haha..." Viscount Andrew smiled happily, even laughing with a severe cough. "It’s been under the guy’s eye! It’s under his eyelids!”
As he said, the Viscount climbed up from the chair and then opened the thick cushion.
"The idiot opened my treasure chest, rummaged through my magical material, searched my bedroom and attic, opened every locked box and cabinet in the castle, but he will never think of it forever. Just put it in the fart. Under the stock!!"
After the thick mat was opened, Gao Wen saw it.
It lies quietly on the seat, only the size of the palm, the thickness is even less than half a centimeter, and what is more different from Gao Wen’s conjecture is that the so-called eternal “slate” is not a slate.
It is a pale gold metal plate with an extremely flat surface and a mysterious texture.