Chapter 1003: Newborn

The basement of the castle is a three-story basement. Such underground buildings are not uncommon in other noble castles. Most nobles like to build cellars, in which they store some high-quality wines and books, as well as their gold and jewelry wealth. . ． The fastest update However, in the underground building of the Bourne family, there is no one of the above-mentioned things, only instruments and people.

A wide variety of instruments are placed in each basement, some of which are more like instruments of torture. There are eight rooms in the basement of each floor. The rooms are either piled with instruments of torture or imprisoned people. Most of them are around 20 years old, in good health, and they are at the most brilliant moment of vitality.

The man called the black mage was an old man in his sixties, wearing a black hood, with extremely neat and beautiful hair, intertwined with silver and black hair, and a deep face. Although he was old, he could still see youth. At that time, he was extremely handsome. At this moment, he came to the basement along the secret passage of the spiral staircase, and the people stationed inside were all dressed in black robes, like ghosts.

Seeing the arrival of the black mage, the guards in black robes bowed their heads and saluted.

The black mage went straight to the second floor of the basement, stopped in front of the fourth room in the middle, and opened the door. Inside was a laboratory. At this moment, a plump woman was lying on the metal bed in the laboratory, her hands and feet were covered The shackles were locked beside the bed, and she was in a semi-conscious state. When she heard the movement, the woman slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the black mage, her face immediately revealed a ferocious and resentful look.

The black mage was not frightened by the man-eating eyes on her face, but smiled slightly, "Yes, it seems that you have adapted, blind struggle will only hurt yourself, very good."

The plump woman glared at him angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "You scum, one day the temple will arrest you and burn you with holy fire!"

The black mage raised his hood, with his silver-gray hair hanging down, under the dim and flickering light, his body was upright, just looking at his back, he looked like a majestic paladin, but his face was already wrinkled, and the erosion of the years could not be resisted. With a smile on his face, his eyes moved down from the woman's face, and slowly moved along her neck to her chest. This is by no means a scene where a man will be impulsive when he sees it, but a scene where he will shrink his eggs instantly.

The woman's neck and clavicle are still white, but the skin stops abruptly here, and the lower part is cut open, and inside is clearly visible flesh and blood tissue, as if being skinned alive, and a little below the flesh and blood tissue , at the level of the heart, a few clavicles opened like the minions of a skeleton, holding a group of slightly writhing dark red tissue and a red beating heart inside.

The black mage's eyes were shining, as if he was admiring a perfect piece of art, with a bit of fanaticism and fascination in his eyes. Although he could see it very clearly with his vision, at this moment his body still couldn't help moving forward. Leaning, getting closer, as if wanting to take a closer look at every blood vessel.

Seeing his expression, the woman felt nauseous, and looked at him with disgust, "You betrayed Lord Bourne,

You will be executed sooner or later! "

Hearing what he said, the black mage turned his head slightly, glanced at her, and said with a chuckle: "If I want to be judged, only God can judge me. Unfortunately, there are no gods in this world. Those guys in the temple will only It’s just pretending to be a ghost. Besides, what they do is no better than mine, the only difference is that they are powerful, so they are legal, but I did not obey their rules, so I am not legal.”

The woman poohed, "A villain like you deserves to die without a place to bury him!"

The black mage smiled lightly, turned around and left, waved his hands and said, "Since you want me to die so much, you should live on, otherwise how could you see that day?"

After the words fell, the person had already left the door and took him to the room.

After leaving this room, the black mage went to a laboratory on the third basement floor. In this laboratory, various excised tissues and organs were soaked, including the head of a baby, the severed hand of a woman, and the eyes and claws of a beast. , and the heart and stomach organs that were soaked so black that it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a monster.

The black mage took off his coat, hung it aside, changed into the work clothes in the laboratory, and took out a small glass test tube from the freezer, which actually contained a parasitic soul worm. He brought it to the workbench, turned on the desk lamp, and then grabbed the parasitic soul worm with tweezers in front of an instrument, sliced ​​it with a knife, and put it in front of the instrument for observation.

Seeing this instrument, Du Dian's eyes flashed a light. This is a microscope, which has roughly the same structure as the old era, but judging from the material, it is obviously made by later generations, with obvious stitching marks.

"It's effortless." Du Dian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but didn't act immediately. He was going to observe again to see if there was any power behind the Bourne family.

Overnight.

The black mage was playing with various organs in the laboratory, and Du Dian also observed all night. In the early morning of the next day, the black mage felt tired, got up and left the basement, and returned to the castle to rest. And Du Dian also took the opportunity to close his eyes and rest his mind. Less than an hour later, the dawn light shone into the castle, and Du Dian sat up with a sleepy face and yawned.

At this time, the other three people also got up one after another, getting up to wash up one by one.

After Du Dian washed up, he followed the three of them to the kitchen. At this time, the vegetable vendors in the vegetable market had already delivered the dishes they ordered to the castle. Several people went to receive them, and then used a carriage specially equipped by the kitchen to bring a few large cabbages to the old castle. Haul it back to the kitchen.

Next, several people divide the work, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, making pastries and so on.

Breakfast is easy to make, milk and vegetables, this is Barrett Byrne's, light taste. Milk and bacon from the Barrett sons, milk and pastry from the ladies.

As for the other ten pioneers and masters, they all ate milk and steak, and they ate high-calorie food early in the morning.

After finishing breakfast, a few people prepare the meal to be made at noon in advance, and just wait until the order is made.

During this period, they could spare an hour to rest, and the three of them huddled in the corner of the kitchen and chatted, or sat and yawned in a daze. Du Dian leaned on the chair alone, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

The three meals a day ended quickly. At night, when Du Dian was about to go back to rest, he met Angela again. She came to find Du Dian on purpose. As one of the top ten pioneers in the castle, her status was only slightly lower than that of the housekeeper. , and the butler's strength is not strong, just an ordinary person, but in this world, power is often more important than strength, no matter how strong a person has no background, he is just a high-level thug.

As for rebellion, rebellion? There will always be other masters who are willing to submit, or who are forced to surrender by means, will come out to suppress them.

"You, come with me." Angela stopped Du Dian and the other three on their way back to the dormitory, pointing to Du Dian who was walking in front and said expressionlessly.

Du Dian frowned slightly and nodded.

When he followed Angela not far away, he heard envious discussions from the three behind.

"This kid is really a blessing."

"It seems that Angela is addicted to him."

"It seems that this kid is going to be squeezed dry."

Du Dian looked at Angela in front. She should have heard such a voice, but there was no reaction. It seems that this woman does not have much taboo in this regard.

Sighing softly in his heart, Du Dian stopped by a lawn and asked, "Miss Angela, where are you taking me?"

"Go to my room and sit down. I need you." Angela stopped, but her face was no longer cold, but with a hint of charm.

Du Dian smiled bitterly, "Miss Angela, those three seniors are strong and strong, why don't you go find them?"

Angela's face was slightly cold, "Who do you think I am? What kind of stuff do you think I like? Just rely on those three pigs? Ugly as a piece of shit, bah, it's not enough to lift my shoes qualifications."

Du Dian couldn't help but want to roll his eyes. Whether you like it or not depends entirely on your appearance.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time, it's getting late." Angela urged.

Du Dian's heart moved, he quickly agreed, and followed quickly.

Angela turned her head and left, but just as she turned her head, she heard a cry of pain from behind, and when she looked back, she saw Du Dian fell to the ground.

"Why are you so careless." Angela hurried forward to help.

Du Dian raised his head, and a bloodstain appeared on his cheek, and the blood was flowing.

Angela jumped in fright, "What did you do?" With a glance, she saw a small stone where Du Dian wrestled, with blood on it. Obviously, Du Dian's face was scratched on it.

Du Dian wrinkled his facial features into a ball in pain, and cried out in pain: "It hurts so much, it hurts to death!"

I have to say that no matter how beautiful the face is, as long as you are willing to put your heart into it, you can definitely make an ugly posture. At this moment, Du Dian's facial features are wrinkled in pain, his lips are rolled up, his eyes are rolled up, his cheeks are distorted, and he looks very ugly.

Angela suddenly felt no interest at all. She didn't expect that a small scratch would make Du Dian look so embarrassed. To her, being injured was just a common occurrence, but Du Dian's appearance was clearly a genuine little boy with a handsome face. The skin, if you get a little bit of injury, you will die or live. Although she can negate all the shortcomings with her good-looking skin, Du Dian is not good-looking and cowardly at the moment. She was very disappointed in her heart, let go of the hand that was supporting her, and frowned: "Stop calling, go find Mr. Rand by yourself Take a look, or go back and clean the wound yourself, bandage it, it’s not a serious injury, it won’t kill you.”

Du Dian covered his injured face, his nose was streaming with pain, and he endured the pain and said: "But, but, I still want to go to your place..."

"No need to go." Before he could finish speaking, Angela said impatiently.

Du Dian was stunned, and even forgot the pain on his face.

Seeing his astonished gaze, Angela felt even more upset, turned around and left, ignoring him.

As she walked, she suddenly thought, how could it be such a coincidence? As soon as he disliked the other three ugliness, Du Dian's face was scratched. Did he do it on purpose? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turned her head to take a look, and all her thoughts disappeared when she saw it. Du Dian covered her face, shrugged her shoulders, and let out a low choked sobbing sound, which was... crying in pain!

She shook her head for a while, then turned around and walked quickly, looking for something else while the night was still early.

Du Dian didn't go to Rand, and returned to the dormitory covering his face. While covering his face, he kept scratching the wound with his fingers to prevent the wound from healing.

In fact, the wound was not made by him. With the quality of the stone, even if it rubbed hard on his face, it might not be able to scratch the wound. When he fell, he cut his cheek with his nails, and then The face fell on the stone, which made it appear that it was bumped and scratched.

He found that after experiencing Feiyue's experiment, his body's self-healing ability has improved several levels. First of all, his legs and hands, as well as the scars left on his body in prison, have all healed!

The broken leg has also recovered, the previous dark scars have also faded away, and the inside is brand new skin. There is no half scar on the body, and even the magic scar on the chest has disappeared.

It's a pity that this amazing healing ability didn't work on his chest, and his heart was still incomplete.

However, after these days of observation, Du Dian found that the heart of the conclusion seemed to grow a little bit faintly, and it seemed to grow.

This ignited a hope in Du Dian's heart. Perhaps, this heart will continue to grow until it fully adapts to his body and becomes a new heart in his body!

Seeing Du Dian come back with blood on his face, all three people in the dormitory were startled, and hurriedly came up to ask about the situation. Du Dian only said that he was injured by a stone bump. Although the three were jealous of Du Dian, they quickly poured water on Du Dian to help him clean the wound. Du Dian looked at him differently.

The three of them dug out the first-aid hemostatic medicine from the dormitory, put it on Du Dian, and ordered a few words before returning to their beds.

At night, the three of them fell asleep quickly. Du Dian pulled himself together and observed everything in the castle with a perspective. He soon saw that the young master who climbed from the window to the room of his father's concubine last night, climbed from the window again tonight. Climbing to another young girl's room, this is Barrett's eldest daughter, who seems to be the same father and mother as the young master.

Du Dian felt a little emotional, this young master is really energetic.

Except for the young master's indecent behavior, Du Dian's attention was mainly focused on the black mage. Through observation during the day, he found that the black mage was the key figure in the castle, and it was not the guards and A knight, but a status similar to a guest, but judging from the performance of this black mage, it is obvious that he is not just a guest in the castle.

At this moment, the black mage is reading in his study room. His study room is very spacious and there are many books on display. Through perspective, Du Dian can see the words on the back of the paper and find that he is looking at some weird human anatomy drawings. The limbs are mixed together, which looks like the insect experiment in Sylvia, a combination of half human and half monster.