Mage Joan

Clark picked up the teapot, which was slightly smaller than his thick fingers, poured tea to the old man, and persuaded him to drink some water and dissipate.

The old man Gordon took a sip of tea, excitedly calmed down, and then told Joan and Clark about what happened tonight.

"Just this evening, I invited Quincy James, a lawyer who helped me deal with commercial contracts all the year round, and treated him as his own, and told him that I suspected that there was some kind of unspeakable connection between Baldwin and the Withered Monster, Ask him to help me investigate this matter in depth. If we can find conclusive evidence, we can bring a complaint to the court, expose Baldwin’s conspiracy in front of the jury and the public, and let this mean man be punished by law!"

"Unfortunately, Quincy James' attitude disappointed me. I thought he was an upright person, just like his father, Old James. However, I was wrong. This young man has been corrupted by desires and reduced to a flaming tendency. Villain! He not only opposed my investigation of Henry Baldwin's details, but also brazenly persuaded me to know the current affairs, saying what accused Henry Baldwin had no chance of winning, it is better to bear this breath, and simply sell the ranch to Baldwin, so as not to cause more Trouble! Listen, is this what the lawyer should say?"

The old man Gordon spread his hands in a rage.

Joan didn't say anything.

Old Gordon really has reason to complain about Quincy James, but from his perspective as an outsider, the advice given by Mr. Lawyer may not really be a scourge.

Henry Baldwin, the richest man in the town and a guest of the mayor’s house, is likely to have a big-handed man like General Isaac Hook behind him, even if there is evidence that he is acquiring Davis Ranch’s Illegal means were used in the process. The courts and juries in a small town may not dare to offend a celebrity like him who is rich and powerful.

Compared to Henry Baldwin's apparent financial potential, Joanne is more worried that this man is likely to have a cult background.

"Mr. Davis, I have two questions to ask you for advice." Joan spoke openly.

"Want to know what to ask, boy, I haven't done anything inexplicable in my life." The old man said readily.

"When you mentioned the "withered monster" just now, listening to your tone, it seems that you are familiar with this kind of monster?"

"I understand why you ask this, boy, you come from the south, in the Leiden Harbour area where you live, it is usually difficult to see the trace of the withered monster."

"It's really rare to see, Mr. Davis, I have only seen the withered monster once in the Algonquin Valley. Those evil activated plants have left a deep impression on me, so I just heard you say that withering is commonplace. Strangely, frankly, I was a little surprised. Is it that the withered monsters are as common as coyotes and bears near the town of Haus, and it’s not worth the local fuss?"

Gordon Davis nodded heavily, affirming Joan's guess.

"Young people, there are many differences between the environment in the north of Yalfheim and the south. This difference is not only reflected in the climate and customs, but also in the living environment. I heard that your hometown of Delin once suffered from lizardmen and jackals. Threat of man? The gods are on the top, but there are very few lizards or jackals on the north side, but there are also troubles we have to face here, such as originating in the depths of the bush forest, which has spread from north to south over the years. "Blight", once the shrub is infected with this supernatural disease, it will transform from ordinary plants into "withered monsters" with life and evil instincts!"

"Since the first outbreak of "black wilt" more than ten years ago, residents from Princes Harbour to Haus Town have been living in the shadow of these monsters and have to take up arms to protect their relatives and friends and their homes."

"Boy, when I was as old as you, carrying my shotgun and carrying two hunting dogs, I dared to walk out of the town alone and go hunting in the nearby woods. At that time, the greatest threat to the hunters was the grizzly bear. Beasts like leopards can be scared away by putting a shot at a distance."

"But now the world has changed and'withered monsters' have appeared. When these cursed monsters are lurking quietly in the trees, even the most experienced hunters can hardly tell the difference between them and ordinary trees. A withered monster was mixed in the inconspicuous bushes until it was close to these hidden killers and was suddenly attacked. It was too late to escape again! In such a crisis environment, who dares to go alone into the mountains! "

The old man Gordon sighed, and then said: "Unfortunately, unfortunately,'withered monsters' rarely leave bushy areas, and there is no precedent for actively attacking human towns. As long as we take extra precautions when we are in the wild, it's nothing. Very worried. Having said that, it is precisely because the'Bitter Monster' has violated the usual habit and voluntarily broke into my ranch to attack livestock, which made me suspect that there was a conspiracy to manipulate this incident."

Joan listened to the explanation of the old man and had a deeper understanding of the local situation, but there was still a question that had not been answered. It took about five minutes to sort out the ideas, and first typed what he wanted to say into a belly draft. Open calmly.

"Mr. Davis, I used to live in the Algonquin Valley this spring. The local Asa tribe was also attacked by a withered monster from the north of the Eifen River. The locals told me that trees will not be infected for no reason.' "Black blight" will not become a blight monster for no reason. This disaster may be caused by a cult called "Conquering the Order". What do you think of this?"

"I've heard the rumors of'black wilt' and'conquering the congregation', but... young people, let's just say these things in private, don't you talk outside." The old man looked deeply. Joan glanced, with a warning in his eyes.

"Why can't you speak publicly?" Clark couldn't help shouting, "Cults are cults, what's wrong, cultists still want to block others' mouths, can't be said?"

"Stupid boy, stop saying such stupid things that cause yourself trouble!" The old Gordon stared frostly at the frost giant. "Mr. Vader is a foreigner after all, and he is not familiar with the situation here. You don’t understand why you can’t criticize the conquering sect in public?"

"Of course I know that the "Conquest Church" has not been officially included in the ranks of cults by the colonial authorities, although it is actually a cult."

Clark shrugged helplessly.

"The most hateful thing is that the doctrine promoted by this organization is very deceptive and deceptive. It can arouse the resonance of the colonists and agree that'conquest and plunder is an aristocratic virtue.' Many dignitaries joined the cult in secret. In the Midgard area, the influence of conquering the ecclesiastical group is not inferior to that of the orthodox church that honors the'Sun God' Perot, so it is no wonder that people dare not openly criticize the cult. "

"You know it." Old Gordon lowered his voice and said to Joan and Clark, "If Henry Baldwin really manipulates the grotesque behind-the-scenes, this person must be a conqueror, and his status in the church is not low! With such a strong background, it is not surprising that the arrogance and arrogance he showed before."

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