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Ian and Sister Yingguang were quite surprised that Steward Moda broke free from the influence of psionic brainwashing by his own power.

He originally only wanted to ask for a little information, and then let the other party lead the way, but he never thought that the old steward who was usually in charge of the affairs of the Castle of Ryan had such a strong mental power that he could never build a fake palace built by an unknown psionicist. Medium Omen.

...Indeed, the young master has long since died. In recent years, I have only been accompanied by a resentful soul..." Touching the pillar behind him, he got up, and the old steward leaned on the stone pillar and took a deep breath.

His gray-brown excision was full of surprises and confusion. But he still said slowly: "I remember all of them, but I really don't know what Lao Du has done." "In recent years, I have always been It is the master who is in charge of the meals of the young masters and the young ladies. I only do occasional feasts, snacks and afternoon tea..."

"It's just, I know very well that the master has been very strange recently. The young master and the ladies... are not normal children..." "Thank you for your hard work, living with the resentful spirit, even if the other party did not deliberately It will also damage your health to some extent."

Ian nodded, he turned around, and walked towards the castle: "We're here to investigate Baron Ryan about cults, blood sacrifices, and all kinds of evil laws." "I know, you don't want to betray yours. I don't expect your cooperation, sir."

"But I think you should join us in seeing 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; "Follow us." "At the very least, tell us where the rooms of the young masters and young ladies are."". …OK.

The middle-aged people who used to be confident and hearty are now full of old age, and even the wrinkles are more visible to the naked eye.

He staggered to his feet and followed behind Ian and Yingguang, still muttering to himself: "Master...Master...what the hell did you do...""Is it me, it's me The mistake you made is that I told you not to give up..."

Although some went to the other extreme because of self-blame, Butler Moda quickly brought Ian and others to the first room. The white door at the end of the second corridor.

On the white door is a slanted portrait of a little boy, with light brown hair and one red eye, the boy is grinning, and there is another one on it that is quite inconsistent with the painter. It is written straight and neatly name. 【Ira's room】

When he got to the door, Butler Moda who had been leading the way suddenly stopped, his body trembled for a moment, and Sister Yingguang asked with concern. "I just...…"

With a wry smile, he rejected Ian's suggestion for a tranquilizer? The old butler shook his head: "I just have two more sets of memories in my mind... The memories that make me feel fear..." Saying this , he plucked up the courage to grit his teeth, and wanted to open the door, but the door seemed 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 arms, but Sister Yingguang shook her head: "It was someone who used ten elements to fuse the door and the room together." She stepped forward , pulled out a folding crowbar from the bag behind him, which made Ian look sideways, and couldn't help feeling that the preparation was really sufficient.

Yingguang inserted the broadcasting stick into the crack of the door, and then turned the source material. A restrained heat flow with surging fire energy broke through the barrier, and then pried open the immobile door.

The door opened, and there was a faint rotten smell that didn't look like a child's room should have. It's the smell of life fading.

Sister Yingguang raised her hand, gray radiant light illuminated the surroundings, Steward Moda bent down, trying not to spit it 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 a lot of people, he couldn't help but be slightly moved. As far as the eye can see, they are all skeletons.

In the white-based room, the floor was full of polished human bones, which were simply placed by children to look like antlers and deer heads.

Ian narrowed his eyes. He raised his head silently and looked at the wall, where there were sheets of treated human skins. These skins were painted with an image of an animal. The 'crooked human drawings' are a world apart, and the animal faces drawn in blood ink are almost lifelike.

In addition, there are also many bone carvings made of human bones in the shape of pigs, cattle, sheep and various animal heads. The craftsmanship is very good, but there are also some immature places. There are also plates on the floor.

[No energy level. Pickling treatment. Ordinary. Not recommended for consumption]

[According to the Tinder civilization protection agreement, it is not recommended to eat intelligent creatures unless it is the most critical moment...] There are many details, which announce the cruelty overflowing here. Ian closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

I don't need to look any further. When I came to Lyon Castle, I saw Ira seemed to be playing and eating something. That's what he eats and plays with.

The room lit by gray flames is very gloomy, dripping flesh and blood, twisted leather paintings, skeletons piled up on the ground, and delicate but eerie human skulls that surround the room, as if staring suspiciously. all in the room

Sister Yingguang, who has experienced many battles and has seen many cult sacrifice scenes, also frowned. The dragon horns even lit up with red light. This time the scene was not bloody, but because it was what a child did, it made her quite uncomfortable.

"What kind of evil ritual is this..." Yingguang clenched the staff in his hand:! "How can a child be twisted into such a situation?" "It shouldn't be the cult's fault, at least this child is not."

But Ian was calm as if there was no blood or tears. After he finished his observation, he turned his head and calmly asked Mr. Moda, "Can you tell me now?" "The origins of these adopted sons and daughters of the Baron?"

The old butler, who had been suppressing his urge to vomit, finally took a sedative provided by Ian.

He left the room and faced Ian and Sister Yingguang in the hallway, a little wearily.

"I, in my memory, Mr. Ira really likes to play with building blocks, not very fond of vegetables, and likes to eat meat... But... my memory is distorted, I know the truth, but I always don't like it. Sleep...."

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

But the two people present could see that he was telling the truth, and he felt grief from the bottom of his heart: Master Ira, four years ago, the master bought it from a wealthy family who was accidentally attacked by a wild beast. Kid...""But actually...it's fake..."

The truth behind the veil and false memories is told, and Ian's eyes flash with aqua light. When the old steward was narrating, his psionic passiveness was also activated, reflecting the various illusions of the past.

The beginning of everything 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 from a wealthy family who died, he was bought back to raise him, and he also inherited the child who died early. Child's name. The beginning of life was pretty good.

But things got worse over time.

The deceased child in the rich family's family had pure red eyes, while Ira's eyes were one red and one green. This is a plus point for other children who are sold, and they can be sold more expensively from human traffickers. But for the wealthy who bought him as a substitute for their children, it was a big flaw.

Every time I see the face that is very similar to the child of Zikou, the pair of eyes that are completely different, the rich family who thought Zikou would treat this child well, he can't help berating and scolding him.

Even... Because of this strangeness, there is a kind of sad envy.

At first, he just touched his eyes, and the deep meaning contained in the cold eyes was completely incomprehensible to the child; afterward, the many toys and pen and paper that Forced Sai gave to Ira made Ira even more overwhelmed. 1_1 Because Ira likes to read and draw, so you should too. 1_1 Because Ira wants to be a scholar, you should be a scholar too. 1_1 Because Ira doesn't like small animals, you can't approach either. One_one Because Ira likes to be quiet, you can't move too. 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 listening to birdsong and beasts was forced to distort.

Slaps, fists, branches, leather whips—because the Terran people are strong, even children can't bear it low, so they can vent many tyrannical emotions and desires. Even the squirrel, who had been occasionally staring at the boy across the fence, was caught by the wealthy family and fell to his death in front of him. [What the hell are you doing?! Ira would never do that, play with these filthy beasts!] If it was just that, that's all.

Although the Muroto couple was a little mentally ill because Aiko was gone, the living conditions they provided were impossible for Ira's original parents to provide, although the conditions were many, although the rules were harsh. But for the children of the poor, such Life has been pretty good. It's just being beaten, it's just being abused, it's just being asked to be a different kind of person.

In this piece of land, what is this? Substitutes should have the consciousness of substitutes.

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

The child who woke up screaming and screaming opened his eyes. After a while, he realized in horror that he only had one eye left. While his father was standing in front of the bed with a twisted face, the man held the boy's green pupil eyeballs in his hands. Then crush it.

1_1As long as you don't have this eye, as long as you don't have... 1_1As long as I don't have this eye, as long as I don't have... maybe, I can live on.