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Chapter 385 Evil Eyes (13)

Steward Moda actually broke free from the influence of psychic brainwashing with his own power, which surprised Ian and Sister Reflecting Light.

Originally, he just wanted to ask for a little information and let the other party lead the way, but he never thought that this old steward who was usually in charge of the affairs of Lean Castle had such a strong mental power that he could overcome the falsehoods constructed by unknown psychics. escaped from the palace.

"...Indeed, the young master died a long time ago. In the past few years, I have only been accompanied by a resentful soul..."

Feeling the pillar behind him and getting up, the old steward leaned on the stone pillar and took a deep breath.

His gray-brown eyes were full of bewilderment and puzzlement, but he still said slowly: "I remember...but, but I really don't know what the master did."

"In the past few years, the master has been responsible for the meals of the young masters and ladies. I just cook a few meals occasionally, order snacks and afternoon tea..."

"It's just that I know very well that the master has been really weird recently, and the young master and the ladies... are not normal children..."

"Thank you for your hard work. Living with a resentful spirit, even if the other party does not intentionally influence it, will still damage your health to a certain extent."

Ian nodded. He turned around and walked towards the first floor of the castle: "We are here to investigate Baron Ryan's incidents related to cults, blood sacrifices and various evil methods."

"I know that you don't want to betray your master, and you don't expect your cooperation."

"But I think you should join us to see what your master has done over the years."

At this point, he turned his head, looked at Steward Moda who was still standing there, and patiently invited: "Come with us."

"At the very least, tell us where the rooms of the young masters and ladies are."

"……OK."

The middle-aged people who were originally confident and cheerful are now showing their old age, and even the wrinkles have increased a lot visible to the naked eye.

He got up staggeringly, followed behind Ian and Yingguang, still muttering to himself: "Master... Master... What stupid thing have you done..."

"Could it be me, I made a mistake, I told you not to give up..."

Although some went to the other extreme because of self-blame, Manager Moda quickly brought Ian and others to the first room.

The white door at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

On the white door, there is a crooked portrait of a little boy, with light brown hair and red eyes, the boy is grinning. name.

【Ira's room】

When he got to the door, the steward Moda who was leading the way suddenly stopped. His body trembled for a moment, which made Sister Yingguang ask with concern.

"I just……"

Ian refused with a wry smile, "Do you want some tranquilizers?" ' suggestion, the old steward shook his head: "I just have two sets of memories in my mind... the memories that make me feel scared..."

Saying so, he mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth, and wanted to open the door.

But the door seems to be fixed with the space, not moving at all.

"Huh?" The old steward was a little surprised. He wanted to take out the key from his pocket, but Sister Yingguang shook her head: "This is someone who used the earth element to fuse the door and the room together."

She stepped forward and pulled out a folding crowbar from the package behind her, which made Ian look sideways, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "This is really well prepared".

Yingguang inserted the crowbar into the crack of the door, and then operated the source quality. A restrained flow of heat and raging fire energy broke through the barrier, and then pried open the immobile door.

The door opened, and there was a faint smell of decay that didn't look like what a child's room should have.

That's the smell of life gone.

Sister Reflecting Light raised her hand, and the gray radiant light illuminated the surrounding area. Steward Moda bent down, trying not to let herself spit out as much as possible, while Ian stepped forward, his blue eyes scanning the inside and outside of the room.

Even though he was well-informed and had killed many people before, he couldn't help being slightly moved.

All you can see are skeletons.

In the white-based room, the floor is full of polished human bones, which are simply arranged by the children in the shape of antlers and deer heads.

Ian narrowed his eyes, he raised his head in silence, and looked at the wall, where there were sheets of processed human skins, all of which were painted with the image of an animal, compared to the previous ones hanging on the door The 'crooked drawings of humans' are worlds apart, and the animal faces drawn in blood-colored ink are simply lifelike.

In addition, there are also many bone carvings in the shape of pigs, cows, sheep and various animal heads carved from human bones. The craftsmanship is very good, but there are some immature parts.

There were also dinner plates on the floor.

[Incompetent grade · Pickled processing · Ordinary · Not recommended for consumption]

[According to the Tinder Civilization Protection Agreement, unless it is the most critical moment, it is not recommended to eat intelligent creatures...]

There are also many details, proclaiming the cruelty overflowing here.

Ian closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Look no further.

It seems that when I came to Ryan Castle, I saw that Ira seemed to be playing and eating something.

What he eats and plays with is probably these things.

The room illuminated by the gray flames is very gloomy, with dripping flesh and blood, twisted leather paintings, bones piled up on the ground, and exquisite but weird human bones and animal heads surrounding the entire room, as if staring at the people in the room. everyone in .

Sister Yingguang, who had experienced many battles and seen many scenes of cult sacrifices, also frowned, and the dragon's horn even glowed red.

This time the scene wasn't bloody, but because it was a child doing it, it made her quite uncomfortable.

"What kind of evil priest is this..." Ying Guang clenched his staff tightly: "How can you twist a child to such a state?"

"It shouldn't be the cult's fault, at least this kid isn't."

But Ian calmly seemed to have no blood or tears. After he finished his observation, he turned his head and calmly asked Manager Moda: "Can you tell me now?"

"What are the origins of the baron's adopted sons and daughters?"

The old steward, who had been suppressing his desire to vomit, finally took a tranquilizer provided by Ian.

He left the room, and faced Ian and Sister Reflecting Light wearily in the corridor.

"I, in my memory, Master Yila really likes to play with building blocks, he doesn't like to eat vegetables very much, he likes to eat meat...but...my memory is distorted. I clearly know the truth, but I have always been unaware of it ..."

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely feel that the old steward was exonerating himself.

But both people present could tell that he was telling the truth and felt grief from the bottom of his heart: "Master Yila, four years ago, the master bought it from a rich family who was attacked by wild animals and died accidentally. child..."

"But actually...it's fake..."

The truth hidden behind the curtain and the false memory was narrated, and Ian's eyes flashed with water-colored light.

When the old steward was narrating, his psychic passive was also activated, reflecting all kinds of illusions in the past.

At the beginning of everything, it was a tragedy.

Ira's original name is unknown. He was a child bought from a poor family by human traffickers. Because he looked very similar to a child who died in a rich family, he was bought back to raise him and inherited the child who died young. the child's name.

The first life was pretty good.But as time went on, things got worse.

The child who died in the rich family's family had a pair of pure red eyes, but Ira had different-colored eyes, one red and one green.

This is a bonus item for other children who have been sold, and it can be sold at a higher price by human traffickers.

But for the wealthy family who bought him as a substitute for their own children, it was a big flaw.

Every time he saw that face that was very similar to his own child, that pair of eyes that were completely different, the rich man who thought he would treat this child kindly couldn't help but scold him.

Even... Because of this sense of alienation, there is a pathetic jealousy.

At first, he just touched his eyes, and the deep meaning contained in the cold eyes made the child completely unable to understand; after that, many toys, pens and papers were forcibly given to Ira, which made Ira even more at a loss.

——Since Ira likes reading and drawing, you should too.

—Because Ira wants to be a scholar, you should too.

——Because Ira doesn't like small animals, you can't get close to them either.

——Because Ira likes to be quiet, you can't move around.

As long as you don't do well or imitate well, you will be beaten, scolded, and punished.

The boy was originally lively and cheerful, and his nature of liking to listen to birdsong and beast language was forcibly distorted.

Slaps, fists, twigs, leather whips—because the Terra people are physically tough, even children have a high endurance, so they can vent many violent emotions and desires.

Even the squirrel, who had been occasionally looking at the boy through the fence, was caught by the rich man and fell to his death in front of him.

【What are you doing? !Ira would never do that, play with these filthy brutes! 】

If that's all it is, that's fine.

Although the wealthy couple is a little mentally disturbed because of the death of their beloved son, the living conditions they provided were impossible for Yila's original parents. Although there are many conditions and strict rules, for the children of the poor, such a life , is pretty good.

It's just being beaten, being abused, and being asked to be another kind of person.

On this land, what is it?

Substitutes should have the consciousness of substitutes.

Until one day, Ira, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a sharp pain.

With a wailing wail, the child who woke up screamed and opened his eyes—it took him a while to realize to his horror that he only had one eye left.

And his 'father' was standing in front of the bed with a distorted face, holding the boy's eyeballs with emerald green pupils in his hands.

Then crush it.

——As long as you don't have this eye, as long as you don't...

—As long as I don't have this eye, as long as I don't...

Maybe, you can live on.

(End of this chapter)