Chapter 432 Sorry for Disturbing You

The city lord was not there. There were only two painters in the hall, who were doing the final processing on a portrait.

There were two men and three women in the painting. The middle-aged man was sitting in the front, with a half-grown child standing beside him, and three women standing behind him.

A middle-aged man who looked very ordinary. The other four looked somewhat similar to him. All five of them had serious expressions and no smile on their faces.

If nothing unexpected happened, these were the city lord and his three daughters.

The painter revealed that the city lord was still here not long ago.

They had been working overtime at the request of the city lord these days, just to finish this portrait. The city lord seemed to attach great importance to this portrait. No matter what happened these days, he would stay here with his three daughters for at least eight hours for the painters to paint. As for the boy, he copied the portrait.

The city lord gave enough painting funds, and the only requirement was that they finish the painting before tomorrow. The two painters worked hard and finally finished the painting at noon today. All that was left was some post-processing, and the finished product could be delivered tonight.

For this, the city lord was overjoyed and gave them a large bounty on the spot.

Oh, it's over.

The portrait is ready. It seems that he has prepared for the worst.

But why? Has he spared no effort to revive his son?

According to the painter, only the city lord came today, but it was the final stage, so it didn't matter whether others came or not. The city lord let them paint here for a whole morning. It can be seen that the city lord is still in a good mood. He even joked with them a few times, as if he got what he wanted.

Until ten minutes ago, the butler Rocky suddenly came, which surprised the city lord.

But Mr. Rocky seemed uncomfortable and said nothing. He just gave the city lord a letter. After reading it, the city lord hurried away and his whereabouts were unknown.

And Mr. Rocky stared at them processing the oil painting, which made the painters shudder. He ignored him when he talked to him, and left after staring for a while.

Lynch looked at the two painters with a very strange look for a while, and finally just patted their shoulders hard. They were able to survive in a room alone with the infected. These two were enough to brag about the end of this ancient memory.

In fact, it is not surprising that the housekeeper became infected. This is why Dr. Swain planned to develop drugs before looking for the corpse. If you come into contact with the corpse and do not take drugs, you will soon become infected. If Rocky has been following his young master Jack since last night, he must have been infected.

What is really strange is that Rocky is controlled after being infected.

There were several infected people who would escape before, which made Lynch alert, and the appearance of Rocky further proved his worries.

It can suppress the instinct to eat people and send letters. This is a typical performance of being controlled.

The previous experimental subjects showed no signs of being controlled. The first one to show control was young master Jack. Since him, the infected have shown controlled characteristics.

Maybe old Swain has just found a way to control the infected, but Lynch is more inclined to think that Jack gave old Swain the ability to control the infected.

Or Jack is the key to controlling the infected, and old Swain only controls the infected by controlling Jack.

Lynch's thoughts slowly took shape. This was probably the reason why old Swain had caused all this trouble. He wanted to create a large army of infected people who would obey his orders.

The four looked at each other and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Dr. Swain and the entire city died together in the end. Otherwise, once the infected people were on a large scale, the era of cold weapons would be an unsolvable dead end. I am afraid that the history of the world would end in the Third Epoch.

Terry didn't think so much and asked anxiously, "You don't know where Lord Jackson went?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Knight." The painter said a little timidly, "The Lord Mayor didn't say it."

Terry sighed heavily and was about to say something else, but he saw Lynch shook his head and then pulled him out of the castle hall.

"It's useless to ask them. Let's go to the basement and see the room where Master Jack's relics are placed first."

Terry thought it was right and immediately took the four people around the castle for a long time, and finally got into a dark staircase.

On the way, I met several servants, all of whom said they had not seen the city lord, but they saw that Mr. Rocky had just passed by not long ago. Several of them were stunned, but they still followed.

It was cold and damp, and the walls made of huge stones were covered with dirty water droplets. But it was still bright, at least you could see the environment clearly.

There were no servants in the basement, only a few winding corridors like a maze. Terry just looked around and chose one to walk down.

"I asked Rocky last night, and he told me the specific location of the room." Terry looked gloomy and sighed, "He didn't understand why Lord Jackson arranged such a room at the time."

As he said, the group had stopped in front of a door.

It was a very heavy and gorgeous wooden door, closed tightly. Terry pulled the door handle and his movement suddenly stopped.

The door was not locked.

"Wait a minute."

Lynch called the armed knight who was hesitating whether to enter the door. He took the torch of light handed over by Miss Diana with one hand, and the other hand had transformed the cane into a serrated sword.

Beside him, Officer Natalie drew her sword without any need for reminder, and the two of them stood on the left and right, blocking the Countess and Judy.

"Okay, let's go."

"Open the door, don't rush in." The police lady reminded, "Close it immediately and then open it again."

After all, he was a high-ranking official in the city. Even in the dark ages, he did not have enough sense of crisis. Knight Terry's expression tightened, took a deep breath, and carefully opened the door according to the instructions.

However, the room was not dark, but brightly lit. With the bright candlelight, the group saw a strange scene.

Behind the door was arranged like a restaurant, with a long table, wooden chairs, and a table full of rich food.

A group of people were eating around the dining table, not like in a dark basement at all, but like in a normal restaurant.

This group of people were big and small, male and female, sitting and standing.

The butler who had just met was lingering around the table with an empty tray in a stiff manner, while the others were sitting at the table.

Among them, three adult women, Lynch recognized at a glance as the three daughters of the city lord in the portrait, and the other two men and three children must be the city lord's son-in-law and grandson mentioned by Terry.

Why are they here, and in the same room with an infected person?

Just as the doubts arose, these people had already taken action.

As if disturbed by the sound of the door opening, a group of people slowly turned around and just happened to face the five people outside the door.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their expressions were ferocious, and the corners of their mouths were dripping with hungry saliva.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to suddenly stagnate.

The next moment, Lin Qi took a step forward and quickly closed the door, blocking the sight of the group of infected people.

Sorry, I went to the wrong place and disturbed you.