The underground of the castle was a three-story basement. Such an underground structure was not uncommon in other aristocratic castles. Most aristocrats liked to build cellars to store some high-quality wine and books, as well as their own wealth of gold and jewels. However, in this underground structure of the Bourne family, there was none of these things. There were only instruments and people.
A variety of instruments were placed in each basement floor. Some of them were more like torture tools. There were eight rooms in each basement floor. The rooms were either filled with torture tools or imprisoned people. Most of them were in their twenties. Their bodies were strong and healthy, and this was the time when their vitality was at its peak.
The person who was called the Black Mage was an old man in his sixties. He wore a black hood and his hair was neat and beautiful. His silver and black hair intertwined, and his face was deep. Although he was old, one could still see that he was extremely handsome when he was young. At this moment, he followed the spiral staircase to the basement. The people stationed there were all wearing black robes, like ghosts.
Seeing the Black Mage arrive, the guards lowered their heads and saluted.
The Black Mage went straight to the second basement floor and stopped in front of the fourth room in the middle. He pushed open the door and inside was a laboratory. At this moment, a voluptuous woman was lying on a metal bed in the laboratory. Her hands and feet were shackled to the side of the bed, and she was in a semi-conscious state. Hearing the noise, the woman slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the Black Mage, her face immediately revealed a sinister and venomous expression.
The Black Mage was not frightened by the malevolent gaze on her face. Instead, he smiled and said, "Not bad. It seems that you have adapted. Blindly struggling will only hurt yourself. Very good."
The voluptuous woman glared at him and gritted her teeth. "You scum. One day, the Temple will arrest you and burn you with holy fire!"
The Black Mage lifted his hood, and his silver-gray hair fell down. Under the dim yellow light, his body was straight. Just looking at his back, he looked like an imposing Holy Knight. However, there were already wrinkles on his face. The corrosion of time could not be resisted. He smiled, and his gaze moved from the woman's face, along her neck, to her chest. This was definitely not a place that men would be impulsive at. It was a scene that would instantly make them shrink back.
The woman's neck and collarbone were still snow-white, but the skin stopped here. The lower half had been cut open, the flesh and blood clearly visible inside, as if she had been skinned alive. Meanwhile, a bit below this flesh and blood tissue, at the level of the heart, several clavicles that were like the claws of a skeleton opened up, within them a lump of slightly wriggling dark red tissue, as well as a bright red beating heart.
The Dark Wizard's eyes sparkled as if he was admiring a perfect piece of art. There was a hint of fanaticism and intoxication in his eyes. Although he could see very clearly with his vision, he could not help but lean forward at that moment, as if he wanted to see every single blood vessel in detail.
Seeing his expression, the woman felt nauseous. She looked at him with disgust. "You betrayed Lord Bourne. You will be executed sooner or later!"
When the Dark Wizard heard her words, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at her. He chuckled and said, "If I have to be judged, then only God can judge me. Unfortunately, there is no God in this world. Those fellows in the Temple only know how to play tricks. Besides, the shady business they do is not much better than mine. The only difference is that they are powerful, so it is legal. However, I did not obey their rules, so I am not legal. "
The woman spat, "A villain like you deserves to die without a burial ground!"
The Black Mage smiled and turned to leave. He waved his hand and said, "Since you want me to die so much, then live well. Otherwise, how will you see that day?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he went out of the door and closed the door behind him.
After leaving the room, the Black Mage went to a laboratory on the third floor. This laboratory was soaked with all kinds of tissues and organs that had been cut off. There was a baby's head, a woman's broken hand, and the eyes and claws of beasts. There was also a heart and stomach that was soaked red. It was hard to tell whether it was a human or a monster.
The Black Mage took off his coat and hung it at the side. He changed into the laboratory work clothes and took out a small glass test tube from the freezer. There was a Parasitic Soul Worm frozen inside. He took it to the workbench and turned on the table lamp. Then he picked up the Parasitic Soul Worm with tweezers and cut it with a knife. Then he put it in front of the instrument to observe.
Seeing this instrument, Dean's eyes flashed. It was a microscope. The structure was roughly the same as that of the old era, but from the material, it was obviously made in the later era. There were obvious traces of splicing.
"It's effortless to get it." The corner of Dean's mouth raised slightly, but he did not act immediately. He was going to observe again to see if there was any power behind the Bourne family.
The night passed.
The Black Mage fiddled with all kinds of organs in the laboratory. Dean also observed all night. The next morning, the Black Mage felt tired. He got up and left the basement, returning to the castle to rest. Dean also took the opportunity to close his eyes. Less than an hour later, the dawn shone into the castle. Dean sat up with a sleepy face and yawned.
At this time, the other three also got up one by one and washed up.
After washing up, Dean followed the three to the kitchen. At this time, the vegetable vendors in the market had already sent the vegetables they had ordered to the castle. They went to receive it and then used a carriage specially equipped in the kitchen to transport several big bags of vegetables back to the kitchen.
Next, they divided the work, washed the vegetables, cut the vegetables, made pastries and so on.
Breakfast was easy to make. It was milk and vegetables. This was Barritt Bourne's. It had a light taste. Milk and bacon. This was Barritt's sons'. Milk and snacks. This was the ladies'.
As for the other ten pioneers and rulers, they all had milk and steak. They ate high-calorie food early in the morning.
After making breakfast, the few of them prepared lunch in advance. They only needed to wait until it was time to prepare.
During this period, they could take out an hour to rest. The three people huddled in the corner of the kitchen and chatted, or sat in a daze and yawned. Dean leaned on the chair alone, closed his eyes and slept.
The three meals of the day were soon over. In the evening, when Dean was ready to go back to rest, he met Angela again. She came to find Dean. As one of the ten pioneers in the castle, her status was only slightly lower than the butler. The butler's strength was not strong, just an ordinary person. But in this world, power was often more important than strength. No matter how strong a person was, without background, he was just a high-level thug.
As for rebellion and rebellion? There would always be other masters who willingly surrendered or were forced to surrender to come out and suppress them.
"You, come with me." Angela stopped Dean and the other three people on the way back to the dormitory. She pointed at Dean, who was walking in front of her, and said expressionlessly.
Dean frowned slightly and nodded.
When he followed Angela not far away, he suddenly heard the envious discussion of the three people behind him.
"This kid is really lucky with women."
"It seems that Angela is addicted to him."
"It seems that this kid is going to be squeezed dry."
Dean looked at Angela in front of him. She should also be able to hear such voices, but she did not respond. It seemed that this woman did not have much taboo in this aspect.
Dean sighed softly in his heart. He walked to a lawn and stopped, asking, "Miss Angela, where are you taking me?"
"Go to my room and sit. I have something to talk to you about." Angela stopped, but her face was no longer cold, but with a hint of charm.
Dean smiled bitterly, "Miss Angela, those three seniors are strong. Why don't you go to them?"
Angela's face was slightly cold, "What kind of person do you think I am? Do you think I will like any kind of goods? Just based on those three pigs? They are as ugly as a pile of shit. Bah, they are not even qualified to carry my shoes. "
Dean could not help but want to roll his eyes. Whether you like them or not depends on their appearance.
"Hurry up, don't waste my time. It's getting late." Angela urged.
Dean's heart moved. He quickly agreed and quickly followed them.
Angela turned her head and walked away. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, she heard a cry of pain behind her. She looked back and saw that Dean had fallen to the ground.
"How could you be so careless?" Angela quickly stepped forward to support him.
Dean looked up. A bloodstain appeared on his cheek, and blood was flowing.
Angela was shocked, "What happened to you?" She glanced at the place where Dean fell. There was a small stone stained with blood. Obviously, Dean's face was scratched on it.
Dean's facial features wrinkled in pain, and he cried out in pain, "It hurts! It hurts!"
It had to be said that no matter how good-looking a face was, as long as one was willing to put in effort, one would certainly make an ugly posture. At this moment, Dean's facial features wrinkled. His lips turned up, his eyes rolled up, and his cheeks were distorted. He looked very ugly.
Angela suddenly lost interest. She didn't expect that a small scratch would make Dean show such a distressed posture. For her, injuries were nothing but a common occurrence. But looking at Dean's appearance, it was clear that he was a real pretty boy. He had a handsome face, but a little injury would kill him. Although she could negate all shortcomings by virtue of his good looks, but at the moment, Dean was not good-looking and weak. She was disappointed. She loosened her original hand and frowned, "Don't shout. Go and see Mr. Rand. Or go back and clean your wound and bandage it. It's not a big injury. You won't die."
Dean covered his injured face. His nose was full of pain. He endured the pain and said: "But, but, I have to go to your place …"
"You don't need to go." Angela didn't wait for him to finish, and said impatiently.
Dean was stunned. He even forgot the pain on his face.
Seeing his stunned eyes, Angela felt even more annoyed. She turned and walked away, too lazy to pay attention to him.
As she walked, she suddenly thought, how could there be such a coincidence? She had just said that the other three were ugly, but Dean's face was cut. Was it intentional? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her head to look. She saw Dean covering his face, his shoulders were shaking, and he was making low choking sobbing sounds. Unexpectedly … he was crying!
She shook her head, turned and walked away quickly. While the night was still early, she had to find some other fun.
Dean didn't go to Rand. He covered his face and returned to the dormitory. While covering his face, he kept gently scratching the wound with his fingers to prevent the wound from healing.
In fact, the wound was not caused by his bump. With the quality of the stone, even if it rubbed against his face, it might not be able to cut a wound. When he fell, he used his nails to scratch his cheek, and then his face fell on the stone, which made it look like a bump.
He found that after experiencing Crimson Moon's experiment, his body's self-healing ability had improved by several levels. First of all, his legs and hands, as well as the scars left in the prison, had all healed!
His broken leg had also recovered. The previous dark scars had faded away, and there was new skin inside. Not a single scar could be seen on his body. Even the magic mark on his chest had disappeared.
Unfortunately, this amazing healing ability didn't work on his chest. His heart was still incomplete.
However, after these days of observation, Dean found that the formed heart seemed to be a little bit stronger. It seemed that it would grow.
This ignited a glimmer of hope in Dean's heart. Perhaps, this heart would continue to grow until it fully adapted to his body and become a new heart in his body!
Seeing Dean come back with his face covered in blood, the three people in the dormitory were all shocked. They quickly came up to ask about the situation. Dean only said that he was hurt by a stone. Although the three of them were jealous of Dean, they quickly poured water for Dean and helped him clean the wound. This made Dean look at them in a different light.
The three of them dug out the first aid hemostatic medicine from the dormitory and applied it to Dean. After giving him a few words, they returned to their respective beds.
At night, the three of them quickly fell asleep. Dean cheered up and used his x-ray vision to see everything in the castle. Soon, he saw that the young master who climbed into the room of his father's concubine from the window last night had climbed into the room of another young girl from the window tonight. This was Baret's eldest daughter, who seemed to have the same father and mother as the young master.
Dean looked at him with emotion. The young master was really energetic.
In addition to the young master's indecent behavior, Dean's attention was mainly focused on the black mage. Through the day's observation, he found that the black mage was the key figure in the castle. Moreover, he was not a guard or knight hired by Baret, but similar to a guest. But from the performance of the black mage, it was obvious that he was not simply a guest in the castle.
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