Chapter 231 The Mystery of the Bloodline (Ⅱ)

"In the 'Ear War' that broke out fourteen years ago, the reason why my father was able to lead the Yalfheim militia and defeat the more powerful regular army of Hailan was mainly because of his mutated hair. Beheaded no less than a hundred elite knights of the Seablue Legion."

"After that war ended, my father was rewarded for his military exploits and was made a lord by His Majesty the Emperor. Looking back now, those were really the most glorious days for our Custis family."

Miss Martha's eyes were blurred, as if she was recalling the good old days.

"It's a pity that the good times don't last long. Less than half a year after being conferred the title of lord, my father has frequent nightmares."

"He dreamed of the monster that gave him strange powers, the evil god who called himself his 'mother', and asked him to fulfill the mission of the elect and do some evil deeds that violated my father's principles..."

As if recalling some past events that had caused her a psychological shadow, Miss Martha's face gradually lost its color.

"My father didn't want to get his hands dirty, and refused to obey the monster's orders through Tommon, and he was punished not long after..."

"To tell you the truth, my parents' tempers are not very good. Occasionally, we would quarrel over some trivial matters, but we would make up soon afterwards. At the time, I was five years old and I was used to bickering with my parents, and I didn't take it seriously at all. One night, I heard my parents arguing in the study, followed by my mother's exclamation, and the terrible sound of breaking... I opened the door with anxiety and curiosity, and peeked at the scene in the study through the crack of the door... "

Miss Martha's lips trembled, as if recalling a nightmare, and she couldn't speak any more.

In fact, even if she didn't say it, it's not hard for Joan to imagine it.

That night, for the first time, Sir Custis's hair went out of control, wreaking havoc on the room and nearly killing his beloved wife.

It took a long time before Miss Martha calmed down, rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, and circles of dark red scars were clearly visible on her white and tender upper arm, like dense threads.

"That night, I saw my father's hair lose control and wrap around my mother like a group of snakes..."

"I was afraid that my mother would be strangled to death, so I rushed into the door desperately, crying and trying to stop my father."

"Next, I just remember countless silver hairs flying around and wrapping around my arms. The pain and fear caused me to faint on the spot..."

"At the time, I thought my arm had been severed. When I woke up, I realized that I was lucky. It was just that I was strangled with several wounds that were deep enough to reach the bone, and it took a long time to fully heal."

Miss Martha let down her sleeves and smoothed out the creases.

"That was the first time my father lost control. At that time, the disease was not serious. At least he could force his hair to return to normal before killing his wife and daughter. However, the crisis had emerged and he had to try to get out of the predicament."

"What is Sir Custis going to do?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"At first he tried to shave his hair, which seemed the most straightforward way, but it didn't work at all. The shaved hair would grow back quickly, and it returned to its original length in just one night."

"What's more troublesome is that the hair needs to consume a lot of nutrients during the high-speed growth process. These nutrients have to be extracted from the host body. As a result, my father became very weak. Since then, he dare not cut his hair anymore, and the hair has always maintained an appropriate length. It will not continue to grow."

Having said this, Miss Martha stopped and fondled her sister's long hair lovingly.

Obviously, Rebecca's troubles can't be solved by cutting hair, which must have been tried by the sisters.

"Later my father realized that the reason why his hair became like this was because the monster he saw in the dream had cursed him and turned him into a monster. In order to get rid of the curse completely, he had to try to expose the monster. Only then can we find a way to deal with her."

"In order to find out the true identity of the monster, my father asked a friend to investigate the matter—according to my father, the person entrusted by him is an experienced ranger with extraordinary skills, especially good at investigating such mysterious incidents. He couldn't have handled it better."

"Miss Martha!"

Joan couldn't help interrupting her narration, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"The ranger who was employed by your father fourteen years ago...is his name Guillaume Tell?"

"Guillaume Tell?" Miss Martha looked puzzled, "I've never heard of this name, and my father didn't say anything about the origin of the ranger he hired at that time."

"So what's the result of the investigation?" George Vassar asked curiously.

"My father was very happy when he received the first letter from the ranger. It can be seen that some clues have been found out. However, after half a year, when he received the letter from the other party again, he became depressed after reading it. —I guess there must be some bad news in the letter."

"That night, my father stayed up all night and burned all the relevant letters. After discussing with my mother for a long time, he left the manor the next day and went to Midgard to take up his post. Since then, he has never returned home."

Miss Martha sighed, and said quietly:

"When my mother was dying, she begged me and my sister to forgive my father, and said that he didn't intentionally abandon his wife and daughter. The reason why he hadn't returned home for more than ten years was that he didn't dare to come back, for fear of causing harm to his beloved family... ..."

Touching the arm where the scar was still there, Miss Martha choked up and said:

"Father thought that if he stayed far away, his family would be able to live a peaceful and happy life, but he never expected that even his daughter would not let go of the monster that cursed him... Poor Rebecca, inherit With my father's strange blood, I really hope that I can bear this vicious curse in her place."

"Martha, don't be sad, one day I will recover and my father will come back..."

Rebecca snuggled into her sister's arms, weeping uncontrollably.

Miss Martha was afraid that her sister's hair would change again due to her emotional agitation, so she quickly comforted her softly and tried her best to calm her down.

Listening to Miss Martha's story about the origin of Rebecca's strange blood, Joan fell into long-term thinking.

Although there is no reliable evidence yet, he believes that the ranger Sir Custis invited to investigate the "monster" was his grandfather Guillaume Tell.

When my grandfather took over the commission, he didn't know how dangerous it was. However, when he realized the seriousness of the situation, it was too late to regret it. His daughter and son-in-law were all implicated, and even his unborn grandson was not spared. Because of the monster's curse, a deformed eye grew on the back of his neck.

Today's update, let's advance the main plot

I originally wanted to post four chapters, but after thinking about it, it would be better to finish writing this episode and post them all at once.

It was written until dawn again, so I went to catch up on sleep first

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