Chapter 1115 New Grave Keeper

"Put down the king!"

The remaining witcher guards rushed forward bravely.

Then, Jaeger I seemed to see the black-robed old man snap his fingers: "Rotten rays!"

A dark green light flashed, and the demon hunters began to fester halfway, turning into white skeletons and falling beside him.

"You...what the hell are you?"

Jaeger I looked at Masca, the corners of his eyes were torn and blood was flowing.

"Mortal, you never know what a huge and brilliant civilization you are offending..."

Warlock Masca smiled and suddenly grabbed Jaeger I, a gray light flashed in his eyes.

Jaeger I's expression instantly became dazed.

Then, he heard Masca's voice: "You launched a rebellion and wiped out the Rogge royal family, is it your own decision, or is it someone else's inspiration?"

"It's...my own...decision!" Jaeger I replied in a straight-forward manner, like a puppet.

"Where did your witcher transformation technology come from?"

"From my bachelor group, the chief bachelor of which is Stryker!" Jaeger I continued to answer.

"Tell me all about your past..."

Maska was noncommittal and asked a few more questions.

Grand Duchess Penelope did not know when she came to Masca: "My lord... the situation in the capital has been brought under control, I believe that the remaining nobles will recognize the situation clearly and help us exterminate Lankai. The Ste family!"

"This is a necessary warning!"

Masca pointed to Jaeger I: "Three days later, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the capital, he will be executed with the most brutal punishment... Let the world know the price of challenging us."

"Other than that... these witchers are nothing special, but the idea of ​​improving the potion is a little new, but that's all."

Grand Duchess Penelope was instantly moved.

The witcher's transformation technology, in fact, they also have the Misri family.

It's just that no one in the family likes it, and the mortality rate is too high, which is a bit scary.

If there is an improved version, it would be good to use it to make cannon fodder.

This little thought seems to have been seen through by the Masca Warlock, and smiled: "You descendants of the official warlocks have a lot of cards in the family, either the bloodline brand, or the possession of alchemy weapons... In the end, if you don't take out any of them, you just Are you waiting for me to make a move?"

If any of these official warlock families had a shot, Jaeger I would have been defeated long ago.

But they just looked at it like they were watching a circus clown.

In addition to the distance, loss and other reasons, the biggest factor is knowing that the once-in-a-hundred-year selection is coming, and there is a formal warlock leading the team, so what are you afraid of?

"We are just looking for safety... Master Masca, you know, one of these cards is one less..."

Penelope made a pitiful look. According to the family's order, if she could have anything to do with this official warlock, or even become pregnant with the other party's child, then the next queen must be her!

Unfortunately, Masca had no interest in this woman.

He was about to leave when a figure jumped out of the darkness and lay on the ground: "This esteemed... esteemed... lord... please wait a moment, I am Jaeger's chief bachelor, my name is Stryker! "

"Oh, what do you want to do?"

Muska stopped, waiting for Stryker to speak.

"I hope to dedicate my knowledge, my abilities, and everything I have to your great Excellency...I just want to be your servant...I want to gain more, more knowledge!"

There was enthusiasm in Stryker's eyes.

He was the mad scientist type.

Now that I have seen the 'truth', I naturally want to get close, even if it is a slave!

"How dare you, what qualifications do you have to be Master Masca's slave?"

Penelope screamed, and was about to kill this immortal thing with a sword.

To put it badly, in these families, the direct descendants of the warlock family are not qualified to become the servants of the official warlock!

If Masca opened her mouth and asked her, the Grand Duchess, to be a servant, I am afraid that the family would immediately agree with great joy!

"Wait!"

Muska smiled: "You are very old... but it doesn't matter. I am in a good mood today, so I will give you a chance."

Without waiting for Stryker to show ecstasy, he heard Masca continue: "Unfortunately... we warlocks are not a group of people who pursue truth. What we pursue is only to be closer to the source and chaotic... blood! "

"Warlocks are proud of bloodline, let me test your bloodline, if you don't have the talent of this kind of chaotic bloodline, then you don't have to say anything, I will kill you directly!"

"If you have talent, I will give you a chance to pursue the path of power."

...

Penelope was in a hurry: "But... my lord..."

"Are you going to question my decision?" Masca glared at Penelope and immediately made the latter honest.

"I came to Yadsen Island to search for fresh blood... Although your family is the first choice, as long as you have talent, you can also get opportunities."

Muska smiled and let Stryker go up.

He then tore Stryker's wrist directly with his fingernail, letting blood flow.

At the same time, he took out a skull that seemed to be shriveled. The eyes of the skull were red, and a purple-black tongue suddenly stuck out, licking the blood greedily.

Then, it made a 'bah bah bah' sound and spat out the blood it swallowed.

Seeing this scene, Stryker's heart suddenly sank, as if he fell from heaven to hell in an instant.

"Sure enough... It's still too rare for mortals to have the talent of Chaos bloodline."

Masca shook his head, turned around and left: "You are worthless..."

The chaotic bloodline talent has a total of ten levels. The higher the level, the closer to the 'Origin'!

If a genius is discovered, even he will receive generous rewards from the Warlock Organization!

But unfortunately, this old man has no talent!

In the eleventh grade, that is, not waiting!

With a gray expression on his face, Stryker saw Penelope step forward and slap him to the ground with a scabbard: "You are not qualified to be Master Masca's slave... But, you can be my slave, hehehe …”

When the anger dissipated, Penelope's sanity returned.

A bachelor who can improve the witcher's potion is nothing to a warlock, but he is still considered a top talent in the continent of Addson.

She looked around and gave the order: "Find out all the Lancasters in the capital... Kill them all!!!"

...

Lancaster collar.

As the birthplace of Jaeger I, of course, this place has an unusual significance.

But when the disaster of overturning came, it was also the first to suffer.

A group of cavalry rushed into the small town of Yanan, wantonly burning, killing and looting, and Lancaster Castle not far away had already fallen.

The children of the guards who stayed here were killed directly, countless servants were killed, and the maids were forcibly dragged into the bedroom...

The entire territory was instantly plunged into blood and fire.

Occasionally, there are one or two loyal witchers who want to resist, but they are solved in an instant by the two apprentice warlocks accompanying the army.

"It's so weak... I can't even stand a trick that's not a formal witchcraft. It's too weak."

The freckled grey-robed sorcerer spilled a handful of powder, let the flames devour a witcher, and complained.

He enjoyed the awe-inspiring gaze of the knights around him.

This is a feeling that I don't have at all as a servant by Masca's side.

"Yeah...but it's going to be troublesome to find them..."

Another warlock held a compass-like alchemy tool in his hand, and was a little speechless: "The bloodline plate can't find Jaeger's direct descendants... Well, it seems that he has so many children after he became a witcher. , but witchers cannot produce offspring..."

Warlocks are very good at playing with blood, and the blood disk has the power to identify and find blood relatives.

Jaeger's blood dripped into this one.

pity……

They didn't expect Jaeger to play so well!

"Forget it... Kill Lancaster almost enough, so we can explain it, do we still have to find it slowly?"

The freckled warlock apprentice shrugged and called a knight: "Have all the targets in this castle been killed?"

The knight in full armor said in awe: "The last target is Jaeger's son - Seamus! The other party was hunting outside and escaped by luck."

"Then issue a wanted notice, and that's it."

The warlock apprentice waved his hand and yawned: "Let's go back..."

...

a few days later.

Lancaster collar.

Aaron wore a grey cloak and walked past the ruins of Lancaster Castle and the messy town of Yanan.

In the end, he stayed on the edge of the public cemetery.

Thanks to the fact that the cemetery has nothing to rob, the damage here is the least, that is, the gravekeeper's house was torn down, and the graves of Lancaster's ancestors were dug out...

Little John, who was poisoned by him, is also missing, and probably died a long time ago.

The key is……

"The Wraith Flower still has no sign of growth... But this time so many people died and have so many resentments, probably... it's almost there?"

He thought so, ignoring the townspeople who were numbly burying their relatives, and slowly paced away.

...

A cave.

The middle-aged Seamo had a bandage on his back, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, as if he was having a nightmare.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and breathed heavily.

"you're awake?"

He heard a voice and looked out of the cave.

There, a figure stood at an unknown time.

The other party's whole body was shrouded under the cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"It was you... who saved me?"

Seamus asked, recalling everything before his coma.

He was originally Jaeger's son. Although he was not favored, he had a king's father, and a future viscount should be indispensable.

So, it's been a good few years of life.

But soon... everything suddenly changed!

Father is dead! The family is shattered! Even he himself has a wanted warrant!

What's even more ridiculous is that, as a knight, he even learned a little witcher swordsmanship, but he was captured by a farmer with a pitchfork wound in the countryside!

Well... the people of Lancaster don't care if you're the son of a lord.

They only know that the Lancaster family is over, and there is a reward for catching Seamus!

As for the lord?

What is that?

"it's me."

Aaron made a hoarse voice: "Now...you have two choices. The first is to get out of this cave and continue to be a fugitive!"

"The second, is to swallow these herbs, they will change your appearance, make you ugly, hunchback... Then, come back to life!"

Seamus was silent for a long time: "Why do you want to help me?"

"Help you? No no no... I just found a subordinate for myself... See the black line on your belly button? You have been poisoned by me, and you must swallow the antidote once a year, otherwise... "

Aaron is not a hypocrite, and speaks directly.

Seamus smiled bitterly: "I don't seem to have any other options? No?"

Although he is only a failed product of Jaeger's Gu-raising son, he is also very aware of current affairs.

Aaron likes that about him.

"Very good, starting from today, you can change your name... Just call it - Quasimodo!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth: "Your first task is to return to the small town of Yanan and become the gravekeeper there... Maintain the cemetery. If there is any movement, notify me immediately."

"Cemetery? Gravekeeper?"

Seamus, or Quasimodo fell silent.

Aaron didn't care about him either, this original genius still needs a little time to get used to it.

He came to the outside of the cave and looked at the dense forest, but his mind thought of other things.

"Sure enough... these royal families and great nobles are all connected with each other, and there is a huge power above everyone... warlock?"

"The witcher's record is not reliable... Encirclement and suppression of warlocks? Is it really a warlock who was killed?"

"Rogue Capital, the legendary flying ship... There is also one person who has suppressed the power of hundreds of demon hunters... Warlock, it really is the mainstream of this world..."

"Judging from previous heraldic research, is it corrected every hundred years?"

Aaron has a feeling that he has missed this opportunity.

But it doesn't matter, he has the next chance, the next chance.

Anyway, he is immortal, just a few hundred years, it is nothing.

"The plan is to change it... With the remaining 100 years, do you want to mix into the upper layers of other kingdoms?"

"So, maybe they'll be willing to share secrets with me?"

Aaron groaned.

He knows that although those royal families and great nobles also recruit talents from outside, it is very difficult, very difficult!

Even the best talents cannot get their complete trust!

But you are different, as long as you have enough patience, you can completely boil down those who doubt yourself to death!

"Well, it's just an alternate plan."

"For the remaining 100 years, just travel on the mainland and look for information about warlocks..."

"The blockade of knowledge and information in this era is too serious... and Jaeger is also considered unlucky, falling behind the poor information."

If he knew these things, Jaeger would definitely choose a softer approach.

It's a pity...there is no if.