The Divine Hunter

The night in the Amavit Fortress was quite cold. Ignatius' puffy body was wrapped in a thick cotton wool coat, and he held a cowhide hot water bottle in both hands. He still kept shrinking his neck and shaking.

He threw several pieces of wood into the fireplace in a row, the yellow flames rose, and the fire became more vigorous, and then he felt warm all over.

"I don't hide the two masters. From the generation of my ancestors Jennifer and Leon, the family rules have been established, and the Amavit Castle is run by women." Ignacio looked at the two demon hunters on the opposite sofa. People, now there are only three of them in the entire top-floor bedroom.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the specific reasons cannot be tested. But when I was a child, I heard my mother say... This family rule was established to commemorate Jennifer Valerie's outstanding contribution to the establishment of the family."

Roy pondered for a moment, the rules were weird, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

He poked his finger on the back of his head and signaled to Ignacio, "Then, are there any marks on the other two members of the Velieris family... Birthmarks?"

"You two should have guessed," the sergeant replied decisively. "They didn't. When I was five or six years old, there were still a small number of collaterals living in the castle. I checked them out of curiosity, a dozen or so, all over the body. There aren't any birthmarks, I'm sure."

"Mary also mentioned to me that birthmarks are unique to our family," Ignacio looked at the ceiling with a hint of pride on his face. "It's a gift, a lucky birthmark."

Lucky birthmark?

The answer was beyond the witcher's expectations.

The vicious curse they thought was a gift in the mouth of Elder Ignacio?

Really ironic.

"You two, your faces don't look very good," Jazz said, "Is there something wrong with this birthmark? Yes, you seem to have mentioned it before?"

"I'm sorry, ser, but Leto and I are of the exact opposite opinion. This kind of birthmark is by no means a sign of beauty..."

The witcher repeated his analysis, and when the ser heard it, his puffy cheeks trembled, and his voice trembled as he said,

"According to the two people...my...my ancestor was cursed by a powerful magician, and this birthmark appeared on the body...the birthmark was also passed on to the descendants along with the bloodline? The ultimate goal is...to destroy our family. ... Extinction?"

"Otherwise..." Roy asked back.

"How can you explain that except for your one, there are no birthmarks on the next two, and the population is much more prosperous?"

Ignacio was slightly absent-minded. He couldn't imagine that what he had been instilled by his parents since he was sensible had the opposite truth.

Is his proud birthmark really a curse used by wizards to harm mortals?

"How is this possible, why is Mary trying to trick me?"

Ignacio slumped on the sofa, still in disbelief.

"Have you never doubted it? Sir." Roy's eyes were piercing through his heart. "It's clearly recorded in the Valerie Reis family tree. Your team will not end well in old age? You never questioned this. Unreliable statement - lucky birthmark? What luck does it give you?"

"I think it's bad luck!"

Ignacio thought about it carefully. It seemed that in his life, he had never encountered great luck. Instead, his relatives died one after another, and because of this, he was willing to degenerate, drinking day and night, completely destroying his health.

Not even future generations.

"Two masters," Ignacio shook his head with a bitter face, "I am the baron of White Orchard, a nobleman, but also a mortal... I have never been in contact with sorcerers or sorcery... I can't put these two things together. get in touch."

"You don't understand that doesn't mean the others are confused. Sir, all the members of the two generations of the family have left the castle, maybe they have discovered something strange."

"Yes, but why didn't they warn me?"

"How do I know? You have to ask your parents."

But Mary and John were gone, and there was a moment of silence in the bedroom.

"This birthmark...really...is it a curse?" Ignatius begged, "How can I get rid of it? Please save me?"

"I have never seen such a powerful curse," said the bald man regretfully. "The only way to crack it is to find the original curser."

"Master..." Ignacio's voice suddenly tense, "It has been a hundred years since my first ancestor, the person who cast the curse is still alive?"

"Don't use common sense to speculate on spellcasters, there are many warlocks over 100 years old..." Letho tapped his fingers regularly on the table, "Sir, this man behind the scenes may be monitoring your family's movements somewhere now."

"I have fulfilled all your requests. The blueprints are returned to their original owners, and I sincerely apologize to Master Cogrim by kowtow. I hope you two will keep their promises and help me find out the real culprit as soon as possible."

"If you are willing to cooperate, we will try our best to help you." Roy paused, "Let us check the rooms on the upper floors of the castle. Your deceased relatives used to live in it, right?"

Sir hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I hope you two will act more gently and not destroy the relics of my relatives."

...

In the middle of the night, the servants in Amavit Castle fell asleep. The servants who were originally responsible for taking care of Ignacio were also dismissed by him. Now, only the soldiers at the bottom of the entire castle are on duty at night.

This kind of silence was exactly what Ignacio wanted, and he took a kerosene lamp and led the two witchers out of the bedroom. The hallway was dimly lit, and it was mostly dark except for an oil lamp hanging outside each bedroom door, which illuminated a narrow area nearby.

The light of the oil lamp cast the shadows of the three people on the wall, which looked unusually huge and hideous.

There was a faint sound of insects coming in from outside the window, accompanied by a series of footsteps of "ta, ta, ta" echoing in the corridor, and a cool breeze lingered, blowing from one end of the corridor to the other, making a strange whimper, as if A woman's sobbing.

Ignacio stood outside a door. "This is Mary Villiers' room."

The witcher nodded, and the other room closest to the jazz's bedroom belonged to his mother.

"crunch-"

"No one has lived in this room since Mary passed away two years ago, but servants come to clean it every week." Ignacio looked melancholy and nostalgic, "Master, be careful not to break anything."

The room was surprisingly clean and simple, with no extra decoration. On the wall opposite the soft big bed, there was a striking bust of Mary Villiers.

Mrs. Mary in the portrait is probably in her thirties, the most mature and beautiful age. A head of thick brown hair is tied back, his face is slightly long and narrow, his chin is a bit pointed, and his eyebrows are light and long.

The black eyes are big and energetic, and a flower earring the size of a slap hangs on the right earlobe. Her lips were thickly smeared with gorgeous rose red lipstick, and a beauty mole on the right side added a bit of charm.

At this moment, her expression was calm, her chin was slightly raised, and she was full of confidence.

The most amazing thing is that her dress does not look like a dignified aristocratic lady at all, she is too gorgeous and unrestrained.

The upper body is a small lace vest with a bright yellow print, which sets off the beautiful waist and abdomen lines. The lower body is an elegant ruffled skirt, layered layer by layer, imprinted with eye-catching and exaggerated gorgeous colors, as well as various mysterious plant patterns.

She is like a mysterious flame that makes people unable to take their eyes off her.

"Gypsy girl..." The adjective spontaneously popped out of Roy's mind, but he laughed and shook his head, "Gypsies don't exist in the witcher world. It's just that Mary Villiers looks really... …”

"Sir Ignatius, with all due respect, Lady Mary's beauty is impressive."

"Of course..." Ignacio stroked the edge of the portrait lightly, and the fascination flashed in his eyes, "This is the fine bloodline of the Veli Leis family, inherited from the amazing beauty of his grandmother. It is no exaggeration to say that Willie There are more than enough women of the Reiss family to participate in any country's beauty pageants."

Ignacio continued to admire the portrait, while the witcher began to search the room. After half an hour, there were scattered books on the bookshelf, wardrobe, dresser, pillows and quilts on the bed, dark areas under the bed, floors, walls , and even the area behind Mrs. Mary's portrait, the witcher searched all over, and there was no hidden space.

"Sure enough..." Ignacio breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "Mary doesn't know anything about it."

"Be quiet, don't talk." Leto suddenly closed his eyes and listened.

"What did you find?"

"The sound of the wind," the big man raised his index finger, pointing upwards. "Is it empty behind the ceiling?"

"Yes, there is an attic behind the ceiling." Ignacio said calmly, "There is one in every room."

The witcher nodded, "Can you check?"

"As you wish."

...

Soon, Roy, who was lighter in weight, leaned on the ladder brought from the utility room, climbed to the ten-high ceiling, pushed open a movable door, and entered a small dark room.

There was a double wooden bed in the corner of the dark room. A shutter was opened on the wall of the wooden bed, and a faint cold air came in from outside. There was also a red quilt on the wooden bed to keep out the cold, and it was covered with dust.

"There's a bed in the attic. Could it be that Mary Velière has to climb up to sleep occasionally?" He leaned over, the footsteps creaked, and it didn't sound very secure. "Is this a special hobby of the nobles?"

Roy quickly searched the dark room, and found a small pile of suspicious dust somewhere on the floor. This is not ordinary dust, with a faint smell of human ashes, and the grains show a strange emerald green.

Witchers are all too familiar.

"Roy's heart skipped a beat." Why did a bed and evil spirit dust appear above Mary Villiers' bedroom? "

After a while, Roy went down to the bedroom again and informed the two of the result.

"Less than one-tenth of the amount, most of it has been blown away by the wind. But that's enough to say—" Leto glanced at Ignacio, "that there was once in the attic of Mary Villiers' bedroom. A demon spirit. How did it come in from outside without disturbing anyone?"

"Blinds in the dark room... The demon can enter the castle from the outside along the shutters." Roy pondered, "I have another idea, could this pile of evil spirit dust come from the girl who escaped from the tomb? Demon, she went back to the bedroom before she was alive, and then was wiped out?"

The two witchers were moved, which made sense. The demon spirit that Mary turned into after her death returned to the bedroom before her death because of a little bit of obsession and instinct...

But another question arises,

"No one in this castle can destroy a banshee," Roy was sure based on the results of the observation, "unless the banshee commits suicide."

On the other side, Ignacio heard the ghosts and sweats dripping from the dead. He couldn't believe that there were ghosts moving almost beside his couch.

"Sir Ignacio, don't worry," Leto reassured. "Although I don't know who did it, this demon spirit has been completely wiped out and can't hurt you."

"No! Master... can you check my bedroom first."

...

"Sir Ignacio, congratulations, there are no signs of ghosts in your bedroom."

"Nor in the attic on the ceiling?"

"Yes, not there, we promise."

Ignacio heaved a sigh of relief, but he would not be able to live for a moment until he fully understood the matter. "Come here, two masters, and continue to search the rooms of John and Florian."

...

"There's nothing unusual about your father's and son's house either."

Like a wound-up pocket watch, Ignacio could not stop for a moment, and continued to lead the witcher to search the bedrooms of his grandfather's generation, and his great-grandfather's generation. That is, the residence of the second and third generations of the Veli Leis family.

When the witcher had searched the four rooms, a rooster was crowing in the courtyard of the castle. Before I knew it, it was time for the servants to get up.

"It's really hard for the two masters to work hard all night. I'll send someone to prepare breakfast right away." Ignacio yawned, the dark circles under his eyes even thicker. Although there were still two bedrooms left unfinished, his frail body couldn't take it any longer.

Roy waved his hand, "You don't need to worry about us, just rest, we will find Grant if necessary."

For witchers, a night without sleep has no effect, and they are still full of energy and in high spirits.

So far, the two have searched seven rooms, all of which belonged to the immediate family members of the Viriles family: Ignacio's great-grandfather, great-grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, father Sir John, mother Lady Mary, Ignacio and his Son Florian.

"Evil spirit dust appears in three places." Roy analyzed the existing information, "Mrs. Mary, Sir's grandmother, and great-grandmother's bedroom attic."

The place where Evil Spirit Dust is found is, without exception, the room of women!

However, there is no trace of the male's room in the family.

"Coincidence? No, there must be some connection."

In addition, the witcher saw the portraits of these three women. Their beauty was different, but their temperament was somewhat similar. They smiled confidently, and their dark and deep eyes revealed a faint mystery.

This wonderful overlap came from the way their families reproduced - women took power, recruited sons-in-law, and passed down family rules from generation to generation, until Ignacio's generation had no female heirs.

It can only be inherited by him.

The witcher was vaguely aware of some pattern, but not sure yet.

"After searching the two rooms of the founders of the Virires family, Leon Virires and Jennifer Virires, I feel that there will be a major breakthrough."