Mage Joan

"Ondo!"

When Joan chanted the start mantra, the "crimson tears" inlaid on the top of the ceramic rod shone a little light, and a magic force spurted out. A stone door was cut directly on the thick wall, and a stone was formed by the way. Door handle.

"Sister Hull is here! Is that okay?!" Clark saw Joan holding the door handle and pulling away the stone door inlaid on the wall, and walked in calmly, his eyes almost squinted and popped out of his eyes. Admiration: "Sure enough, there are many ways to master! Only unexpected, not impossible."

Joan turned back and waved at him: "Don't bother, come in."

Clark bowed sideways, barely squeezing through the stone door, smoothly closing the magically created secret door, looking back at the scene in the room, and found himself and Joe placed in a sloping spiral corridor leading deep into the underground.

On the iron nails on the side of the corridor wall, a bull's-eye lantern was hung, emitting a faint glow. Fortunately, the giants are born with a "dim vision", and a lantern is enough to see the wet mossy steps under his feet, so that he will not fall and fall when walking.

"It seems that our luck is good, we cut a door to the cellar corridor directly, and we don't need to dig the tunnel ourselves." Joan nodded with satisfaction and walked down the stairs.

Owners of large manor houses in the Alfheim region are mostly proud of booze and hospitality. They usually set up wineries in their manor houses and excavate cellars dedicated to wine storage. Following the traditional customs of the southern squire class, every time a VIP visits the door, the master will order the slave to go to his wine cellar to get a barrel of aged wine to entertain the guests.

The size of a manor’s wine cellar is often proportional to the wealth and hospitality of its owner. In order to show the wealth and generosity, some large manor owners spend a lot of money to build their own wine cellar like an underground palace, which can accommodate tens of thousands of oak wines. barrel!

Old Man Pim was a typical southern manor who admired booze. Of course, there was an underground cellar of sufficient quality in his house.

Joan and Clark went deep down the stairs and saw the traces of the wine cellar.

Henry Baldwin, the new owner of Pim Manor, seems to have little interest in storing wine. Soon after he stayed at the manor, he renovated the underground wine cellar, removed most of the wooden racks used to hold wine barrels, and made room for construction. Fifty horses were raised in an underground stable.

When Joan saw the horses chewing grass in the corrals like a small lattice, he couldn't help but have a question: "What purpose does Baldwin keep these horses in the invisible cellar?"

"Brother Joan, look over there as if someone is arguing." Clark pointed to the row of stone cabins opposite the stable.

There are a total of eight rooms in the townhouse. There are no windows. The doors are all equipped with iron fences. In front of the door, there are guards wearing Sabres guards wearing guards. At first, they look like dormitories, and they look like a prison.

Joan vaguely heard a roar from the house and gave Clark a gesture. Under the protection of "Stealth", they quietly bypassed the stable and came to the row of stone houses that looked like prisons.

Joan listened against the wall and soon heard that the prisoners in the room were swearing in elven language. If he had not heard it with his own ears, it would be difficult for him to imagine that someone could pick out so many insulting words from the elven language, and they would be connected with a variety of swear words.

The self-proclaimed elegant elves may not be able to say such vulgar and straightforward swear words, and the elf language is far more than the elf family.

Joan was curious about who was being held in the prison, and why they all had so much resentment against Henry Baldwin that they used the most vicious words to insult the rancher who is the most popular rancher in Housetown. Every **** shows endless hatred.

Just when Joan secretly wondered, Clark patted his shoulder and whispered, "Someone came over there, and one of them looked like Baldwin!"

Joan looked in Clark's finger and saw Henry Baldwin walking with a man in a black velvet cloak through the tunnel opposite the stable.

Baldwin walked to introduce the various facilities in the cellar to the black robe. The words showed a deliberate attitude to please the black robe. He seemed to be accompanying his supervisor to inspect and visit.

"Senior Envoy, since I was instructed to run a ranch in House Town, I have been so busy this year that I have hardly slept in a stable night!"

"Take this underground proving ground. It was originally an old wine cellar. After I took over, I dismantled all the obstacles. I also hired workers to expand it and cut a tunnel. Through this secret tunnel, you can go straight to a mile. The pasture outside-that is the road we just came over from the pasture."

"That's fine, Mr. Baldwin. Use a tunnel to connect the underground proving ground to the pasture, and transfer the pregnant mare to the pasture at any time, so that it won't attract outsiders' attention and suspicion." The black robe nodded.

"Chengmonte praised the adults, it's an honor to despise them, it would be better if the special envoy helped me to say a few words in front of the pope." Baldwin rubbed his hands and laughed.

The black robe laughed softly and said lightly: "As long as you do your best, I will report to you truthfully. We are not outsiders, you don't need to be so polite, just call me Sharman."

"Hey~ Lord Shaman is a special envoy from the headquarters of the Order. General Hook sent a special letter yesterday and told me to prepare for your inspection, but I dare not be indifferent." Baldwin whispered with a low face.

"Come on, say few compliments, take me to see your results." The black robe said impatiently.

"Okay!" Baldwin quickly led the way and walked over to the stable. "Please see Lord Shaman." There are fifty horses in total, forty of which were sent from the pasture yesterday. , A healthy mare waiting to be bred, and ten freshly foaled horses, which are the mixed-breed thoroughbred horses I told you before. They will be sent to the public auction next week as a'live signboard' '. "

The black robe walked to the corral, slowly raised his left arm, the wide cloak sleeve slipped down, his elbow-broken arm abruptly connected to a twisted black snake, and spit the scarlet letter up his head, Turning his head to bite the black robe's cloak hood and pulling it to the back of the neck, revealing a thin and pale face, the cold gray eyes flashing uncertainly.

The strange image of the black robe surprised Clark, and he whispered to Joan's ear: "You saw that weirdo did not-actually a live snake was transplanted on the broken arm, which is really perverted!"

Qiao An felt familiar when he first saw the black robe. When he saw the black snake connected to his left arm, he immediately remembered that he had seen this person in the Algonquin Valley. The senior deacon, known as "Snake Hand" Sharman.

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