Hearing the loud curses coming from the mill, Gawain thought that it was indeed the case. He then led the others and ran forward quickly.
The door of the mill was flung open, and the light of the sun streamed into the gloomy place. Between the brightness of the sun and the shadow of the straw, the Knight of Byron reclined on the ground, still shouting, "If you had been my squire, I would have kicked your stupid head off! You brainless little bastard! Do you want to die?! You … Duke?! "
Byron Knight finally got used to the sudden light. He tilted his head and looked at the door. In the bright background stood a tall figure. Then the tall figure came in, followed by three people.
The little mute was the last to follow.
"You're quite energetic," Gwen greeted Byron Knight who was lying on the straw. "We were wondering if you were dead or alive, but you still have the energy to curse here. You can be heard dozens of meters away."
As he spoke, he walked forward. But when he was halfway there, he heard Byron shouting. "Duke, don't come near! I'm cursed by the cultists! I don't know if this thing will spread out! "
Gwen frowned. Of course, he could guess and see that Byron Knight was not in a good state. Otherwise, he would not be lying here and cursing. But when he got used to the dim light in the mill, he saw the abnormality of the middle-aged Knight's appearance.
A dark green pattern was spreading along Byron's skin. It was estimated that it had already covered most of his body. His exposed arms, hands, and neck were fine lines that could be seen. Some of the lines had even extended to his eye sockets, looking like exposed veins and arteries.
In addition, there were a lot of external wounds on his body, including half of his swollen face.
Knight Philip sucked in a breath of cold air. "Damn it … what's going on?"
"I found the cultists, but they also found me." Byron twitched the corner of his mouth, but his body was completely stiff. It seemed that the only part of his body that could move was his head. "It's a long story, but to put it simply, I didn't win … Duke, are you here to investigate the cultists too? How did you know something happened here? "
"A serf turned into a live bomb at the docks. It's the work of the Cult of All Things End," Gwen said casually. "Then, before you sent back any news, we knew something had happened here. Lie down and don't move, maybe you can be saved."
"Don't waste your time. That cultist is very powerful. I can feel that his evil magic is not only corroding my flesh, but also my mind. I can see that you have seven or eight double images …"
Pitman came out from behind Gwen and walked towards Byron casually. "Don't make up stories. You have double images because your eyes are swollen. It's just a simple mental curse."
As he spoke, the old Druil crouched down beside the middle-aged Knight and began to check the spread of the curse. Gwen, who was standing behind, saw this and was relieved. "You can still save him, right?"
"No matter how barbaric the Cult of All Things End is, it's still a Druil. Especially curse spells, you can almost find the corresponding Druil exorcism spell." Pitman said as he took out incense and ceremonial wood carvings from his bag. "To be honest, I'm afraid I'm no match for the person who cast this spell. But against the curse he left behind, that's not necessarily the case. Seems like the culprit looks down on you, Mr. Knight."
Byron was startled for a moment. His eyes were full of vicissitudes as he sighed softly. "That guy probably started to look down on me when he sent me flying …"
By the looks of it, he must be fine.
After confirming that the curse was broken, and that Pitman had the ability to control the spread of the corrosion, Gwen crouched down beside Byron. "What's the situation in Tanzania Town now? The town has been under martial law, we can't get in at all. "
"I'll start from three days ago." Byron Knight took a deep breath and said slowly. "Before that, everything was normal. Nothing happened in the town, except for the news that Viscount Andrew bought a batch of slaves. But three days ago, a martial law was suddenly issued in the castle, saying that cultists had infiltrated the town, and temporarily banned everyone from entering and leaving the town. You know, at that time I had already started to contact the second batch of slave traders, and was contacting a batch of merchant ships. The martial law would cause a lot of trouble, so I went to the castle to look for Viscount Andrew to issue a special permit. This is completely in line with the rules, and very normal … But I was unlucky and found traces of the cultists."
"The martial law was indeed issued from the castle, and the cultists had indeed infiltrated the town. But in fact, the whole thing was a conspiracy. The cultists were in the castle, and they personally controlled Viscount Andrew to issue the martial law order. As soon as I entered the hall of the castle, I sensed the foul air, and when I was talking to Viscount Andrew, I heard a secret whisper in his voice that did not belong to him. Realizing that the situation was not good, I prepared to make a righteous retreat like a proper knight. But halfway through my retreat, I was discovered by a man in a black robe. The cultists probably had not completed their control of the whole castle and Viscount Andrew, so they carelessly let me in. Of course, they would not allow me to leave again … "
Gwen ignored the shameless part of the Knight's words, and asked with a frown. "How did you escape?"
According to Pitman's deduction, the Knight knew that the cultists who infiltrated Tanzania Town were most likely Level Four or Level Five, and this level was already at the middle of the Apocalypse. Although Byron Knight was at the peak of Level Three, and could even be said to have come into contact with the power of a middle class, he was still a low-level Knight. Of course, he would be considered a pro in this rural place, but the gap between him and a middle class cultist was too big.
It was understandable that he could temporarily escape from the battle, but he was already deep in the castle, and the castle had become half a lair of the cultists. How he managed to escape under such circumstances was more difficult to understand.
Pitman had already started the exorcism ritual. He used incense and Druil to neutralize the foul energy in Byron Knight's body, while pretending to be devout and whispering nonsense to the gods of nature. Byron's complexion was obviously better, and with a little more strength, he continued. "During the fight, I was hit by the cultists' magic and fell into a cave behind the castle. There was a pool in the cave, and I managed to stay alive. I also found that the pool was connected to an underground tunnel. So, there was a tunnel system under Tanzania Town. The cultists probably thought that I had fallen to my death, or maybe he was busy with other things and did not give chase. As for me, I drilled underground for a whole day and night before I found the right way out … The exit is just beside this mill. "
Gwen and the others looked at each other, and Amber could not help but mutter. "That's some luck … it's so good it's almost fake."
"There are many underground tunnel systems in the south, most of which I presided over and built. For example, the underground network under Cecil's domain. But I don't know about the underground tunnel in Tanzania Town. "Gwen frowned." … Perhaps it was built by my descendants after my first death. "
Knight Philip pondered. "If there is such a tunnel, maybe we can sneak into Viscount Andrew's castle?"
"Seems like a good idea." Gwen nodded, and then looked at Byron. "And then? What's the matter with this child? "
The mute child who brought everyone here stood quietly near the haystack, looking at them with curiosity and a hint of vigilance. Byron looked at the child with a complicated expression and sighed softly. "When I came out of the tunnel, I found that the curse on me had already broken out. I wanted to go back to the domain to report the situation, but I was worried that the curse would spread, so I was ready to find a place to wait for death … Actually, I had no choice but to wait for death. At that time, my movement was already very problematic, and I could not reach the domain at all. But I did not expect that when I was in a daze, I actually walked into this mill, and was saved by this child.
"He's a mute, most likely a servant of the owner of a chamber of commerce in the city. Because of the inexplicable martial law, he was trapped outside the town. I lay here for two days, and he went to find me food and water. Otherwise, I probably would not have been able to last until now."
After the Pitman was done with his nonsense with the nature gods, he looked up at Byron. "When we came here, the first thing we heard was you scolding someone."
"I can't help it, the curse on me has begun to go out of control." The middle-aged Knight pulled the corner of his mouth into an ugly smile. "At first, I could barely suppress it, but later, I felt more and more that it would infect others. But this child did not understand this at all … I chased him away a few times, and explained to him what the curse was. Once, I even wanted to crawl out and jump into the river to die, but when I reached the river, I remembered that Cecil's domain was downstream. But when I hesitated by the river, I was found by this child, and he dragged me back here."
"I didn't expect him to be so strong." Pitman finished the exorcism ritual, and as he packed up his ritual props, he turned his head to look at the little mute and said casually, "He looks skinny and small."
After that, the old Druil stood up and nodded gently to Gwen. "The curse is no longer a problem."
Gwen looked at Byron. "Can you still stand up and lead the way?"
"Although I would like to lie down for a while," the Byron Knight moved his arm. "But it seems that the most important thing now is to get rid of the threat of the cultists. No problem, I think I've recovered about fifty to sixty percent. "
Gwen nodded. "Well, you can rest for a while. We can use the underground passage you found to sneak into the town."
"But there's still a problem," Amber suddenly spoke, pointing at the mute child standing beside the haystack. "What about this child?"
"We can't bring him in," Gwen frowned. "But just leaving him like this …"
He pondered for a moment, and felt that he could not just leave the mute child like this, so he came to the little boy and squatted down.
The little boy was frightened and took a step back, but he still looked up and stared straight at Gwen.
"We have something to do," Gwen looked into the boy's eyes and said slowly. "Can you wait here for three days? If we come back in three days, you'll come with us. If we don't come back, you'll go south along the river and go to a camp near the river bank. Seek shelter there. "
Then he took out a talisman and stuffed it into the boy's hand. "Take this, and they will take you in."
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