From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

At this moment, Ace also came up and looked at the harvest in House's hand: "This is the only one? It doesn't look like an experiment log. What's the use?"

House analyzed: "This should be a page of the professor's experiment log, and this 'Jeron' should be his son. This professor seems to be... planning to use his own son for experiments? He also tied him with leather, Do you still need to prepare utensils?"

House only felt that his teeth were sour. These things would seep into people just by listening to them. Are all warlocks like this? Consultant Mossak is obviously a nice person...

Oh yes, they are druids.

A soldier interrupted suddenly: "Mr. House, Mr. Ace, something is wrong... The warlock that the Earl is looking for should be a man?"

"But in this tomb are the bones of a woman."

The two attendants felt something was wrong when they heard it, and asked, "Are you sure?"

The soldier who made the noise nodded and said, "I have been on the battlefield before, and I have helped military doctors. I have seen many... corpses. The bones of women are not much different from those of men, but I can tell."

The crowd gathered around, and then other abnormalities were discovered in the tomb.

"Gentlemen, this place seems to have been dug up."

House frowned: "Did someone come before us? Was it a grave robber?"

The soldier who spoke shook his head, and said in a ghostly tone: "Look at this mark, it seems that it wasn't dug from the outside... it was from the inside."

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Lan En didn't dare to take a breath now, his whole body was tense, and his hairs started to stand up.

What he had in front of him was the goal of his trip - Thomas Molu's secret laboratory.

A few dim oil lamps were lit in the laboratory, illuminating the room in a groggy state, and one could barely see the outline of the things inside.

There is an experimental table in the middle of the laboratory, with scattered notes and the like on it. Against the wall, there is a row of incubator-like things full of the unique atmosphere of medieval Frankenstein, composed of thick metal, glass, and plastic conduits, and there are eight of them.

There is one person in each training chamber, and only simple breathing devices and syringes are connected to them to maintain basic life needs.

Among the eight people, four of them were only skin and bones. At first glance, they looked like zombies or even skeletons. Lann suspected that they were dead.

The other two were also extremely thin, their arms were like dry sticks, but they barely looked human. They soaked in the culture chamber without moving a bit, like specimens.

As for the last two or two people, bubbles would pop out of their training chamber from time to time, and the people inside would occasionally hook their fingers to prove that they were still alive.

Armors torn apart by violence, as well as weapons including swords, crossbows, and shields were scattered around the two people's training chambers.

They are soldiers from Sintra, members of the expedition team brought out by Lane from Sintra!

Lan still didn't dare to move, because he saw an inhuman "person" standing about ten meters in front of him.

Judging from the back, his hair is thin, and there are only a few places on the top of his head where there are long strands of knotted hair scattered, and the rest of the skin has peeled off; hole.

As he turned around, Lan saw his face: half of the glasses frame was drooping, and the eyes behind the glasses were cloudy and broken; Rotten teeth.

There was still a hole in his neck, and as he moved, he made a "heh, heh" sound like coughing up phlegm.

No one would consider this face to be a person.

It's a zombie, a zombie, a half-dead, you name it. And Lane knew better that the more intuitive description of this phenomenon was that he was a magical creature.

And appearing in this place, the magical creature that looks like its master will naturally only have one name——Thomas Molu!

Professor Thomas looked at Lane, and Lane could still feel emotions from those broken eyes.

Then, from the whole body - not from the mouth or throat - came a voice:

"You came."

Lan's gaze moved down, and there was a huge experimental culture tank that looked like a shark tank in front of Thomas Molu. Heifeng was soaking in it, with several infusion tubes inserted into his body, making a weak neighing.

Not far away, there are several similar breeding tanks, in which there are wild boars, lions, leopards, water ghosts, griffins, and even a fork-tailed dragon with only half of its body left.

They all have one thing in common - dead.

"There you are," repeated Thomas Morel.

Lane's brain was running wildly, trying his best to extract all the available information in the original book.

Regarding Thomas' life, Lane remembered that the original book said that he was relieved after failing to experiment on his own children, returned to his wife to accompany her, and died not long after.

Died "shortly after" over a hundred and fifty years ago!

The voice and smile of Professor Thomas in front of him really fit the description of "death", but he is still moving!

In the middle, something that Lann didn't know must have happened.

"You're here." Thomas Molu said a third time, this time without waiting for Lane's response, he suddenly laughed.

"Exactly, I'm short of research materials recently, and as a result, they came—"

The professor pointed to the Cintra soldiers in the training barn, then slowly pointed to Hei Feng under him, and finally moved his fingers to Lane's direction.

"Now...you are here, you are here, it's great."

This "you" is obviously worth not only Lane, but all members of the exploration team, including druids and Geralt. When I and others were in the Valley of the Nine, they might be caught by Thomas, who was short of experimental materials. Molu is watching!

Only he can control the portal in the ruins, allowing himself to reach this laboratory at once, and only himself to reach this laboratory!

Why did he only let himself come to the lab? Lan's brain started to work, why didn't he transport everyone here at once, harvesting experimental materials like cutting leeks?

Lan En warned himself to be calm. Facing such an old monster who has lived and died for more than a hundred years, he is absolutely invincible.

Is it reliable to go back to the portal?

There was a deep "boom", and there was a strong wind behind him. You don't need to look back to know that the portal has been closed.

Forget it, entering a portal that can be controlled by the enemy is talking nonsense, just close it.

Lan En rolled his eyes, and said in the tone of meeting for the first time: "Your Excellency, Warlock, I'm sorry for taking the liberty to visit, because according to our information, I thought this was an unowned place.

I'm Lann Lannister from Sintra. I don't know what to call you. What kind of research are you doing here? "