Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

"Siryl, Cyril? Are you listening?" Carl stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of Cyril.

Cyril came back to his senses, smiled at him, and said, "I understand, you suspect that Baritwa is doing something ulterior and evil, right?"

Carl sat up straight, folded his hands on his chest and said, "Exactly. I bet Baritwa must be doing something shameful. I must expose him."

Cold and dark alchemists and wizards like Baritwa, according to the routine, are usually evil cannon fodder for the protagonist on his way to fame, aren't they?Maybe Baritwa is conducting human experiments in the basement of his house!

And he—Karl Jameson, is the messenger of justice to end all these evils.

"Cyril, how about we explore Baritwa's lair again?" Carl suggested enthusiastically, he was almost dizzy by the idea of ​​justice in his mind and being praised and admired by others.

But Cyril refused him, saying: "It's not wise to go to inquire rashly. Besides, because of tonight's incident, Teacher Baritwa may be more vigilant. We might as well investigate him first. If he is really suspicious, we will Actions can take the initiative."

When Carl thought about it, Cyril thought it was thoughtful, and immediately agreed, "That's it! We will start the investigation tomorrow, and get rid of this disgusting old vulture as soon as possible, so that he will not continue to torture the students."

After making up their minds, the two of them took a nap in the living room of the cabin. When the sky turned blue, Cyril woke up Carl, left the cabin, locked the door, and hurried back to the academy.

Carl kept saying: "This is really a good place. We can use this place as a secret base when we come out at night in the future."

"By the way, Cyril, how on earth did you know about this place?"

Cyril dealt with it casually and said, "My teacher left it for me."

Carl also wanted to ask about the grown-up who was always mentioned, about Cyril's teacher, but Cyril had already refused to answer.

How mysterious!Cyril thought, and at the same time became more curious about this so-called adult.

Liz wasn't up when they got back to their house, but Heidi was already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the day.

Carl and Cyril pretended to get up early in a tacit understanding, sitting at the dining table, waiting for Heidi's breakfast and Liz to wake up leisurely.

Regarding the matter of Baritwa and their plan, the two of them discussed not telling Liz first, because Liz might stop them if there is only one guess, and the two of them are fully capable of handling it, so there is no need to let The lady got involved in something dangerous.

Liz came down from the second floor, pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table, and said hello to the two, "Good morning."

Carl and Cyril looked at each other and nodded inwardly. It seems that Liz didn't find out that they went out last night.

Once the investigation started, Karl found out in horror that there were so many horrific incidents hidden behind Baritwa.

First of all, they learned from the owner of the slave trade shop on Ukhwo Street that Baritwa had a long-term business relationship with him.Every month, Baritwa would buy many sick or disabled slaves from the shopkeeper who were not easy to sell.

Second, they found many human bones in the garbage disposed of at Baritwa.

One can't help but think about whether those missing slaves turned into these bones.

In addition, they found that Baritwa illegally traded many medicinal materials banned by the pharmacists' union and magical beasts on the four-nation banned hunting list.

From this point of view, it is completely self-evident what is in the basement of Baritwa.

Carl clenched his fist and hammered it on the wavy table in the living room, "Syril, let's report him right now!"

Cyril frowned slightly, and was not very happy about his hammering the table. Nothing in this cabin should be damaged.

"No, we lack direct evidence." Cyril denied Carl's plan, "It takes seven inches to kill a snake. If we don't have direct and indisputable evidence, it is very likely that Baritwa will escape the sanction."

"Then what are we going to do?" Karl was outraged that Baritwa could not be brought to justice immediately.

"Karl, use your brains, that basement in Baritwa."

Carl opened his eyes wide, "That's right!" He said excitedly, "There must be a lot of shady things in the old Vulture's basement, isn't that the most direct evidence?"

He stared at Cyril with burning eyes: "Syril, when are we going to explore that basement again?"

Cyril smiled and said, "Immediately."

The night wind blew the treetops and slender blades of grass, and Carl and Cyril quietly came outside Baritwa's house again.

They squatted in the shadows, Carl lowered his voice and asked Cyril, "Shall we go in right away?"

Cyril: "No, we have to wait for Baritwa to rest, otherwise we will hit him directly like last time."

Carl was distressed: "How do we know when he rests?"

Cyril glanced at him and felt deeply in his heart that such a foolish person is probably rare in the world.Nothing was planned in advance, so I dared to explore the dragon's lake and tiger's den at night.

But thanks to Carl's personality, who else can manipulate and use him as easily as he does?

"Use this." Cyril took out a ball woven with copper wire suspended by a copper chain, and some twinkling flying insects were locked inside.

Carl looked puzzled, "What is this?"

Cyril replied, "Sleepy."

Sleepy bugs will fly into people's noses and make people doze off immediately.Carl's eyes sparkled, and he kept saying, "This is good, this is good, why didn't I think of it!"

Cyril opened the lock in the middle of the copper wire ball and put the sleepy bug inside, and the sleepy bug flew into Baritwa's house in a blink of an eye.

Waiting, Karl scratched his head, always making every little noise, and Cyril, if Karl could still see his silhouette in the night, he would have thought that Cyril had disappeared.

After a long time, Cyril finally said, "Let's go."

Karl, who was pardoned, stood up excitedly, and they once again used magic to pick the window lock of Baritwa's house, and then jumped in.

The two found the small door with ease, and then gently pushed it open.

A deep downward staircase appeared in front of the two of them.Karl stepped on the stairs first, and Cyril followed behind. There was a dazzling light at the end of the stairs in front. The basement was dug so deep that a long section of the stairs was shrouded in darkness.

It was quiet, not even the slight choking sound that Karl had heard before.

The two finally reached the door of the basement. Carl was stunned by what he saw, but Cyril found calmly that the basement was not as big as he remembered, and it was so hopeless.

Everything is so normal, it's just a place where a mad alchemist realizes his crazy ideas about potions.

"This-this-this, my God!" Carl's eyes widened.

This is a large and low basement, with clumsy chandeliers hanging densely on the ceiling, even with Cyril's height, he had to be careful to avoid it, otherwise he would bump into the chandeliers.

The light is too dazzling, and even all evils cannot be hidden.

In the center of the basement is a long and wide table, on which there are densely packed bottles of different sizes, round-bellied bottles or cuboid bottles.The small bottle contained a potion with a strange color that could not be seen.The big bottle contained pieces of meat, Lin Jia and dark red blood.

There are also many ropes hanging above the table, and these bottles are also tied to the ropes. The innumerable numbers make one's scalp tingle.

And Baritwa himself is now lying on the table in a coma.Beside the table are several pots that are bubbling and bubbling, and I don't know what is cooking in them.

Apart from this most conspicuous table, there are countless iron cages around the basement, some big and some small, all covered with black cloth.There are also water tanks arranged one by one on the left, and a not-so-small pool opposite the water tanks on the right.

The two parted ways. Karl looked at the cage first. He lifted the black cloth from a cage, and inside lay a salamander whose scales were covered in pits. Karl recognized it because this monster was Buga One of the forbidden hunting beasts of the Kingdom of Le.Karl was born in a small noble family in the territory of the Kingdom of Bucharest.

Several cages were opened in a row, all of which were different but equally precious forbidden hunting monsters. Some monsters were cruelly put on the shackles, no wonder there was no sound.

Karl opened another cage. He thought it was a magical beast, but unexpectedly, it was a human being, a female slave, curled up in the cage with disheveled hair, strange psoriasis and ulcers on the skin, and strangely twisted joints.

Carl took several steps back and cursed, "Damn!"

He angrily removed all the black cloth, and there were a dozen slaves in total, including adults and children, both men and women.They are all still alive, but it is estimated that they are no different from dead.

And the choking sound Karl heard last time was probably made by one of these people.And now he can't make a sound.

Cyril walked to the water tanks where he had been once.He looked at a water tank, and there was something black shaking in it. It was a woman and her hair.

"Cyril, come and see!" Karl called, and when Cyril walked over, Karl had already walked to the side of the pool.The pool in front of him was filled with a strange liquid, as sticky as sap, and there were some corpses floating in it.

"Look at that." Cyril used magic to pull up the body Karl pointed to. The elf's pointed ears were a dead elf.

"If Liz sees this, she must be mad!" Carl said angrily.

"Balitwa, a beast that is not as good as a beast, must let him die!" Carl was gritting his teeth, but at this moment there was a loud boom behind them!