There was a silence between the two of them, as if they were both thinking about the same question.
After a while, Brando asked: "Amandina, do you know what your father did before?"
Amandina shook her head: "I'm not sure. Since the day I could remember, my life was peaceful and comfortable, no different from other families of our social class. In Braggs, my father had several properties, and his source of income was stable before he disappeared. I only know that my father had a hard time when he was young, but my mother and father did not tell me the specifics. "
Brando pursed his lips.
He was thinking about a few things. What was the 'truth and fragmented riddles that gradually formed the picture' that the letter referred to? What did they experience with his grandfather? Who was the princess that was mentioned in the letter? He was sure that it was not Gryphine, since she and Haruz were not even born at that time. Lastly, why would these insignificant cultists have such a letter? The Unifying Guild was very secretive, and it was unlikely that Megeschke and Tirste would give such an important thing to a group of minions.
These fugitives carefully placed the letter into the cover of the Codex of All Things, clearly knowing the value of this letter.
"Amandina," Brando waved the letter: "Do you think they can find a way to see the contents of this letter?"
He was obviously referring to the cultists. Amandina looked over and shook her head decisively: "They can't see it. The only way to make this letter appear is my father's family's unique method."
"That's right," Brando suddenly remembered: "How did you recognize this letter?"
Amandina was stunned for a moment before she answered: "Because my father left a special mark on the letter. This mark can hide from them, but it can't hide from me."
"But you haven't seen this parchment before, have you?" Brando was a little confused.
Amandina opened her mouth and was stunned for a moment before she answered: "My Lord, Dean told me that these people broke into my house and found my father's old house in San Juan District, and I was already suspicious at that time. I think they probably obtained information about my father's inheritance through some means, and that's how the letter ended up in their hands. It's just that they don't have to understand this letter, otherwise they wouldn't have wasted their efforts. "
Brando pressed his hand on the parchment, his attention drawn by Amandina's words: "You said they wasted their efforts. You already knew that your father's inheritance wasn't there. By the way, where did you say your parents first lived? "
"In the old city, in the Gray Rat Street."
Brando and Amandina discussed while Freya and Petit-finis assisted the patrolling knights in monitoring the restless cultists. After a night of torment, the sky in the east was faintly white, and a new day had arrived when Tadessa sank into the horizon.
The patrolling knights cleared out the hunters' camp before dawn, and Eugene repeatedly thanked Brando before he left. The captain of the patrolling knights was extremely respectful, as if compared to this small merit, being able to establish a relationship with the Count was more important.
Brando did not expose him, but instead thanked him sincerely. The two sides separated outside the forest. The young patrolling knights had a good impression of the Count who did not put on airs, and repeatedly told him that he must go and observe the execution of these outlaws. Brando did not understand why these people were so interested in the execution, as if it was some kind of entertainment instead of killing people. Eugene also promised that he would persuade the Parliament of Nobles to give him a bronze Starflame Medal, but the Starflame Medal was already widespread after Anson's era, and was not as precious as the Candlelight Medal that only the Royal Family and the Holy Cathedral of Fire were qualified to give out.
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The old part of Grey Rat Street had been completely renovated after the Year of the Howling War. It had been incorporated into the public cemetery, and it was not too far away from Amandina's residence on Gravedigger Street. It was just a street that faced the underground crypt, and was cold and deserted even during the day. The public cemetery was located behind a temple that belonged to the Grim Reaper, and the temple sat quietly at the intersection of the Gray Rat Street and the Gravedigger Street. Brando asked Dian An to bribe the monks in the temple to allow them to enter the public cemetery to take a look. The old monk in a grayish-brown frock led them through a large and small corridor supported by countless arches, and then through a small door to the back of the temple. After passing through a forest, they entered the range of the public cemetery.
It was a quiet place surrounded by trees, and the open space between the arches of the trees had many nameless or famous tombstones. A few stone paths surrounded it, leading to the unknown depths of the forest filled with fog.
"He's not worried about us?" Freya could not help but ask in surprise when she saw the old monk return to the temple and close the door.
"He's just a coward. I've heard that there are many legends about this graveyard. I've heard that there are many strange things wandering around in the forest. Every year, people are killed in this area." Little Fenix replied with disdain.
"It's not that scary. That's just to deceive outsiders, because there are people who want to use this layer of disguise to do illegal things here. Murder, secret transactions, whispers in the forest are all plots and schemes. In fact, these old monks are the ones who know best." After listening to Petit-finis's words, Dian An replied with a smile, "Anyway, as long as someone pays, they don't care what we do."
"But they're not afraid …?" Even though she had seen a lot, Freya still found it hard to believe.
"These are all public secrets. Tomb robbers and corpses are sold. There are even Necromancers who secretly buy corpses from the monks to use as research materials. There is a huge underground black market here. How could the monks not know?"
Freya sighed softly with some disgust, "What a blasphemy."
"The necromancers also believe in Martha, don't they?" Dian An replied indifferently.
Freya frowned and glanced at him. The young man realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and quickly added, "Those monks are inextricably linked to the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Even the nobles don't want to provoke them. Besides, the nobles have their family tombs. If they don't want to interfere, what can we do? Those necromancers are mostly members of the Grey Domain. Ordinary people don't dare to offend them. "
Freya knew that he was telling the truth. Although she was unwilling to listen, she just frowned and did not speak. She clenched her teeth tightly. If the old monk appeared in front of her again, she would pull out her sword and stab him in the heart.
Brando's face was expressionless. What Dian An said was common to him, but it was not entirely true that there was no danger in this cemetery. Normal places would not be as foggy and gloomy as this place in broad daylight. The visibility was not more than ten meters. The surroundings were surrounded by trees, as if the sun could not penetrate it. It was just past noon, but the cemetery seemed to be in the evening. It was even cloudy. The supernatural mysteries came from the underground. There was an even bigger graveyard there, Bruglas's underground public graveyard. Danger lurked in every corner, filled with zombies and moving skeletons. Ever since the Year of Howling, not many people dared to go down there.
But that was not their goal today. He asked Amandina who was beside him: "Amandina, are you sure it's here?"
The temperature in the cemetery was a few degrees lower than outside. Amandina's face was a little pale from the cold. She pressed on her shawl and whispered: "The nearby residential area was demolished twenty years ago and turned into a cemetery. But I heard that the house my parents originally rented was luckily preserved. There's a gravekeeper living there."
"There's a gravekeeper here?" Freya was slightly surprised. She thought that this place was completely lawless.
"At least in name." Amandina was a local after all. She had more or less heard what Dian An said, but she did not want to talk about it. She frowned and said: "I heard that he helped the gravediggers transport the corpses out. He runs this shady business."
"Business." Freya almost fainted from anger.
Brendel heard her clenching her teeth so hard that they made a grinding sound.
It did not take long for them to find the gravekeeper's house. Amandina still remembered the direction, and Dian An could also find the place. They passed through the lush forest and many tombstones, and saw a two-story wooden house in the fog. It stood alone in the depths of the forest. Dian An had already contacted the gravekeeper. Naturally, the gravekeeper did not know Brando's identity, but when he heard that a noble had come, he thought that he had found a big deal and was waiting respectfully in front of the house.
The gravekeeper was called Old Sly. His real name had long been forgotten, like a skeleton buried in the ground. He looked exactly like Brando's impression of this profession. It was as if he had met a living demon. He had a hunched back and a hunched body, similar to the strange Quasimodo in Notre Dame de Paris. The only difference was that the latter had a noble heart, while the former was full of evil tricks. It was hard to tell his age. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were lively, as if they were constantly spinning with sinister thoughts. His head was bald, and only a few strands of hair were left standing lazily, as if they were a miniature copy of the forest in the fog.
Freya looked at the man coldly, but Brando was too lazy to make things difficult for such a small person. In fact, these people might not be willing to do these shady businesses. He understood that in this era where everyone more or less lost something, the blame should not be placed on one person's head. Otherwise, it would be purely to vent one's anger. But this did not mean that he was willing to deal with this kind of person. He looked at the man and did not even bother to exchange greetings. He directly asked: "You already know what we want, right?"
The gravekeeper hurriedly nodded and bowed, respectfully handing over a bunch of keys to Brando. This was what Di An had told him. Although he did not know what this young noble wanted to do with his house, he at least knew Di An. The young man had given him a large sum of money. Naturally, the money did not belong to Di An. He was very clear that he could not ask too much about anything in this place. Who knew what this noble wanted to do? The more he knew, the more dangerous it would be. Moreover, nobles had some strange fetishes. He secretly glanced at the two beautiful girls behind Brando, and some unspeakable thoughts appeared in his mind, but he did not show it on his face.
To him, as long as he got the money, it was fine.
Freya watched as the gravekeeper left and went into the fog. She did not know how to clench and unclench her fists several times. The guy looked at her with greedy and filthy eyes, thinking that she did not see it. She almost lost her temper several times, but after all, she was not the little girl who had just left Bucce and was not involved in worldly affairs. She endured it. Brando looked at her and Amandina apologetically, and the sullen feelings in the two ladies' hearts naturally disappeared.
The three of them entered the house. Di An and Petit-finis consciously guarded outside. In fact, Brando did not need to avoid Petit-finis, but the latter understood that he needed to stay behind to look after the young man. This was also what Brando had told him in advance. Amandina first entered each house and looked around one by one, as if she wanted to find traces of her parents' lives in this old house. However, she was destined to be disappointed. The house was full of coffins, and it was filled with a nauseating smell. Amandina went downstairs, upstairs, and then back to the living room. Her face was very ugly, and she almost vomited.
"Is it here?" Brando looked at her face and could not help but ask with concern.
Amandina nodded silently.
"Can you confirm where it is?"
"At the back of the house, there is a black pine tree. If I remember correctly, it should be under the tree. There is a small pool there, so it shouldn't be a cemetery. I remember my father once told me about it." Amandina recalled and replied: "He and my mother met at a ball in Baden, and their first date was here … …" She looked around with some disgust: "Of course, at that time, this was still a residential area, and you can see the Bucce River not far away."
"Then let's hurry up and go to the yard," Freya replied with a frown: "I really don't want to stay here for a moment longer. Damn it, this guy actually turned the place where Amandina's parents used to live into this — — a foul atmosphere!"
Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. This was probably the so-called hatred for the owner affects the object. In his opinion, this house was actually not that big of a deal. Shouldn't a gravekeeper's house be like this? The stench was just the smell of decay and the stench of a corpse. Even though the gravekeeper wasn't someone to be hoped for, being condemned because of this was a bit of a disaster. But he didn't dare to say this in front of the two ladies, because he saw Amandina looking at Freya with obvious gratitude.
It seemed that ever since they cried in front of their mother, the relationship between the two of them became better.
Just like the traditional structure of the house in the Braggs area, the kitchen led to the back door. Amandina brought them to the back yard, and there was indeed a tall black pine tree behind the house. But the pool in her memory had already dried up. Fortunately, the gravekeeper didn't have the idea of turning his backyard into a cemetery, so the yard was still untouched. But Amandina wasn't sure where her father's inheritance was buried under the black pine tree, so Brando and Freya could only dig a circle around the tree. Fortunately, the gravekeeper's house had a shovel, and the two of them had an endless amount of strength.
In the first hour or two, they didn't find anything. Amandina's father seemed to have buried the inheritance very deep, or they guessed wrong, the inheritance wasn't here at all, or it had been dug away by someone else. In short, the hole got deeper and deeper, but there was no trace of the inheritance. But when Freya had dug about two to three meters deep in a certain direction, she suddenly felt her shovel hit something hard. She immediately realized that she might have found something. She quickly stopped and dug up the soil to take a look. Sure enough, she found a rusty iron chest buried under the soil.
The box wasn't too big, about the size of a suitcase. Freya quickly called Brando and Amandina, and the three of them worked together to dig the box out from under the soil. After they cleaned up the box, an emblem embossed on the surface of the box was revealed. The emblem was divided into four squares, and two of the squares had a crescent moon on them. Brando couldn't help but exclaim softly when he saw the emblem. The crescent moon was the symbol of the Erouine family. The emblem of the Seifer family was a crescent moon embedded in a full moon on the shield. The emblem of the House of Covardo was derived from the emblem of the Seifer family. The emblem of the House of Covardo was derived from the emblem of the Seifer family. The emblem of the House of Covardo was derived from the emblem of the Seifer family.
Brando couldn't help but look at Amandina. He didn't expect her family to be related to the Seifer family. But his knowledge of heraldry was lacking, otherwise he would probably be able to recognize that she was a descendant of the Seifer family.
"My father is a noble from Seifer, my lord … …" Amandina had to explain in a low voice.
Brando suddenly understood. The nobles of Seifer family were more or less related to the Seifer family. This was not surprising. But this doubt only flashed through his mind, and he quickly threw it away. He looked at Amandina. At least for now, the most suitable person to open the box was undoubtedly this noble lady.
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