Chapter 492 The Troubles of the Davis Family (Ⅲ)

Clark picked up the small teapot compared to his thick fingers, poured tea for the old man, and advised him to drink some water to calm down.

The old man Gordon took a sip of tea, calmed down his excitement, and then told Joan and Clark what happened tonight.

"Just this evening, I invited Quincy James, a lawyer who has been helping me with business contracts all the year round, and treated him as my own, telling him that I suspected that there was some kind of ulterior connection between Baldwin and the 'blight monster', Ask him to help me investigate this matter thoroughly, and if I can find conclusive evidence, I can file a complaint in the court, expose Baldwin's conspiracy before the jury and the public, and let this despicable person be punished by law!"

"Unfortunately, Quincy James' attitude disappointed me. I thought he was a man of integrity, just like his father James Sr. However, I was wrong. This young man has been corrupted by greed and reduced to a sycophant. Little man! He not only objected to my investigation of Henry Baldwin's details, but also brazenly advised me to be sensible, saying that there was no chance of success in suing Henry Baldwin, so I might as well bear this tone and sell the ranch to Baldwin so as not to cause more trouble Trouble! Listen, is this what a lawyer should say?"

Old man Gordon spread his hands, his face full of anger.

Joan made no sound.

Old man Gordon did have reasons to complain about Quincy James, but from his outsider's point of view, the advice given by Mr. Lawyer may not really have evil intentions.

Henry Baldwin, as the richest man in the town and the guest of the mayor's family, is likely to be backed by a big man like General Isaac Hooker, even if there is evidence that he is buying Davis Ranch Illegal means were used in the process, and the courts and juries in a mere small town may not dare to offend a wealthy, powerful and well-known socialite like him.

Compared with Henry Baldwin's superficial wealth, Joan was more worried that this man might have a cult background.

"Mr. Davis, I have two questions I want to ask you." Joan said carefully.

"If you want to know anything, just ask, child, I have never done anything ulterior in my life." The old man said straightforwardly.

"When you mentioned the 'wither monster' just now, from your tone, it seems that you are familiar with this kind of monster?"

"I understand why you're asking this question, kid. You're from the south. In the Port Layton area where you live, it's usually hard to see the blight monster."

"It's really rare, Mr. Davis, I've only seen the blight monster once in the Algonquin Valley, and I was deeply impressed by those evil living plants, so I just heard you talk about the blight in a common tone Strange, frankly, I'm a little surprised, are Blights as common as coyotes and bears around Howth, so it's not worth the locals' fuss?"

Gordon Davis nodded heavily, confirming Joan's guess.

"Young man, there are many differences between the environment in the north of Alfheim and the south. This difference is not only reflected in the climate and customs, but also in the living environment. I heard that your hometown, Delin Town, once suffered from lizardmen and jackals. Threats from humans? Gods, there are very few lizardmen or gnolls in the north, but there are also troubles we have to face, such as originating in the depths of the Hanging Forest, and spreading from north to south over the years Once the bush is infected with this supernatural disease, it will transform from an ordinary plant into a 'blight monster' with life and evil instinct!"

"Since the initial outbreak of 'black blight' more than a decade ago, residents from Port Prince to Howth have lived in the shadow of these monsters and had to take up arms to protect their relatives, friends and homes."

"Son, when I was your age, I picked up my shotgun, brought two hounds, and dared to go out of the town alone to hunt in the nearby woods. At that time, the biggest threat to hunters was the grizzly bear. and wild animals like leopards, you can scare them away with a single shot from a distance.”

"But now that the world has changed, the 'wither monster' has appeared. When these cursed monsters lurk quietly in the bushes, even the most experienced hunters can hardly tell the difference between them and ordinary trees. There is a wither monster mixed in a very inconspicuous bush, until it is close to these hidden killers, it is suddenly attacked, and it is too late to escape! In such a dangerous environment, who would dare to enter the mountain alone! "

The old man Gordon sighed, and continued: "Fortunately, the 'wither monster' rarely leaves the bushy areas, and there are even rare precedents of actively attacking human towns. As long as we are more prepared when we are in the wild, it will be fine." I'm really worried. Speaking of which, it's because the 'wither monster' violated its usual habits and took the initiative to break into my pasture to attack the livestock, which made me suspect that there was a conspiracy behind this matter."

After listening to the old man's explanation, Joan gained a deeper understanding of the local situation, but there was still one question that had not been answered. It took about five minutes to sort out his thoughts, first typing what he wanted to say into a draft, and then Speak calmly.

"Mr. Davies, I was sojourning in the Algonquin Valley this spring, and the local Asa tribe was also attacked by the Blight from the north of the Ive River. The locals told me that the trees don't get infected for no reason' Black blight', let alone turning into a blight monster for no reason, this disaster is likely to be caused by a cult organization called 'Conquering Order', what do you think?"

"I've also heard the rumors of 'Black Blight' and 'Conquest Order', but... young man, let's talk about these things in private, don't talk nonsense outside." The old man looked deeply Joan glanced at him, with a warning in his eyes.

"Why can't you speak publicly?" Clark couldn't help shouting, "A cult is a cult, what's the matter, the cultists still want to shut up people's mouths, can't they say it?"

"Silly boy, don't say such stupid things that cause you trouble!" Old Gordon gave the Frost Giant an angry look, "Mr. Vader is a stranger after all, and he is not familiar with the situation here, so it's understandable, isn't it?" Don't you understand why you can't criticize the conquest sect in public?"

"Of course I know that the 'Conquest Order' has not yet been publicly classified as a cult by the colonial officials, although it is in fact a cult."

Clark shrugged helplessly.

"The most hateful thing is that the teachings promoted by this organization are very confusing and deceptive, and can arouse the resonance of the majority of colonists, agreeing that 'conquest and plunder is an aristocratic virtue', it is said that even Prince Port has a few Many dignitaries secretly joined this sect. In the Midgard region, the influence of the conquest sect is not inferior to the orthodox church that honors the 'Sun God' Pelor. It is no wonder that people dare not publicly criticize this sect. "

"It's good that you know." Old Man Gordon said to Joan and Clark in a low voice, "If Henry Baldwin is really the man behind the manipulation of the Wither Monster, he must be a Conqueror Cultist, and his status in the Cult is not low! With such a strong background, it is not surprising that he has shown all kinds of arrogance before."

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