The lord is red again

Chapter 235

Linde stood in the Lord's Hall of the Mountain Troll Castle, and he was about to accept his harvest.

The full-length and half-length statues of Baya filled every corner, making the magnificent hall lose its nobility for no reason and become bad.

It was a bit of a waste of manpower to break the stone statues to build roads, and it was also a bit of an eyesore to put them here.

His attention did not stay on these meaningless things for too long, but he just casually ordered to treat them as non-recyclable garbage and throw them away in a useless place.

The soldiers of the Mountain Troll Castle, who had regained their freedom, immediately took action and rushed to deal with the "garbage".

The soldiers who were trapped by Linde's sudden raid now swore allegiance to the new lord seamlessly as the Mountain Troll Castle changed its owner.

Most of the soldiers did not like Baya. As soldiers of the former Grand Duke of the Mountain Troll, they more or less had some complaints about Baya who broke his oath.

So when they knew that Baya was dead, no one felt sad for him.

Linde's eyes had already been cast in another direction.

The real harvest is just ahead.

A collection room!

There are more than a dozen blessed weapons in it.

In addition to the long recorder and spirit staff from the Whispering Woman, there are also short-handled axes that can swing frost, shields that can emit shock waves, and boots that make people walk more agilely. Most of these blessed weapons only emit faint white light and are not very powerful.

If each blessed weapon contains a fragment of the magic ring, assuming that the size of the little fingernail that he obtained from the catacombs that can be "fused" is used as a measure, then the fragments of the [Banshee Horn] and Fire Tumor Alex must be larger.

These blessed weapons in front of us may only be stained with a little bit of debris.

They are still one of Lind's biggest gains this time. As long as their secret patterns are copied and studied and imitated, his soldiers will soon be able to upgrade their weapons and their combat effectiveness will be raised to a new level.

As the "original" blessed weapons, their abilities may not be strong, but they are the beginning of everything.

It is not uncommon to use weapons to defeat the strong with the weak. Linde has used the [Banshee Horn] to defeat the strong many times, and he has a say in this.

One of the advantages of the Star Dragon soldiers who can always seize the initiative in the war is that their weapons are advanced enough.

Linde arranged for people to pack all the weapons and send them back to Star Dragon City as soon as possible.

Then his eyes turned to the door of the study room with the door lock broken.

He couldn't understand Baiya's idea.

Baiya actually locked the most precious treasures in the Mountain Troll Castle with a rusty door lock, letting them hide in the dark corners with spiders and be forgotten with dust.

Fortunately, although Baiya didn't have the mind to read, he was lazy enough to be lazy to care about books, and the Mountain Troll Castle was big enough, so big that Baiya, who loved collecting, couldn't fill every room with his collection.

So these books that occupied the rooms of Baiya Castle were spared and successfully waited for Linde.

Linde stepped into the study room.

The wind caused by the movement of his body suddenly made the long-silent study room active. A lot of dust jumped in the air and actively moved towards Linde.

He raised his hand in front of his nose to fan the wind to drive away the pungent dust.

But his movement was too big, and the wind wrapped the dust in the study room.

After a long time, it was finally completely quiet.

He raised his hand, and a stable flame burst out from the palm of his hand. The orange-red warm light illuminated the environment on both sides. Under his almost perfect ability control, the light tried to take care of every corner.

The spider in the corner that was swept away quickly fled.

The moth lurking somewhere flapped its wings and swooped over.

Linde waved his hand again to drive away the mosquitoes that became active again as summer approached.

He was like holding a dim oil lamp, stumbling forward in the sea of ​​knowledge, searching for a boat that could carry him safely forward.

The fire in the palm of his hand extended, and Linde's sight followed the fire and looked farther and farther, until it reached the edge of the light.

On both sides were dizzying bookshelves, stacked from the floor to the ceiling above. There were countless books and manuscripts on the bookshelves, and even many strange books that did not look like ordinary creature skins. Each one proved that they were of great origin.

Linde's heavy footsteps echoed in an environment full of dust and knowledge.

Anyone who has a reverence for knowledge will subconsciously hold their breath and try not to make too much noise.

Knowledge can make people quiet down, even if you haven't started to read them.

Linde picked up a book from a bookshelf nearby. It was not too thick, but the wax seal on the cover made Linde understand that it was written by a noble.

Maybe it was a biography of a noble lord, or it might just be a collection of poems written by a married noblewoman to her husband. No matter which one it was, it was worth reading as the first book to open Linde's curiosity.

The flames could not escape from Lind's palms, and no matter how delicately he controlled them, he could not escape the fact that he was just a knight.

He knew nothing about magic.

Lind had to flip through the book with one hand.

What he didn't expect was that the book actually recorded the "Scarlet War" between the Kingdom of Rand and the Kingdom of Black Swamp.

This is an unrecorded battle. It was not that the Kingdom of Rand was defeated, but that the "protagonist" of the battle, Prince Seven Hedwin, caused public outrage in both countries.

Prince Seven was bloodthirsty by nature, and this "Scarlet War" was entirely provoked by him alone. He attacked the carriages and travelers of the Kingdom of Black Swamp, and then hung their bodies, not only adult men, children, but also pregnant women, and the bodies of horses!

This massacre was strictly discussed because it completely violated human nature and tarnished the surname of Hedwin.

In the end, the Kingdom of Rand made a polite compensation to the Kingdom of Black Swamp. Even the war party thought that Prince Seven was too bloodthirsty and chose to pray in the church for those innocent people who were tortured to death.

Of course, there are also some bastards who support the massacre. They are still committed to promoting what Prince Seven did, which is why the story always remains in the corners.

Lind read the whole incident in the book, and vaguely recalled the appearance of the cold prince with catfish whiskers.

Tall and thin, with dead fish eyes, he was a natural executioner.

He also called himself "Black Catfish" and wandered in the quagmire.

Lind put the book back. He was not interested in history books. He hoped to find some magic potions here, or some small and lonely religions.

Small religions that were completely poisonous to others became the source of Lind's "new skills". Every "evil god" who could develop religion could provide Lind with a heraldry power.

"My lord, maybe you need my help?" A figure appeared at the door.

Lind turned around: "Have you worked here?"

"For 12 years, I was the housekeeper here and was familiar with every corner of the castle."

He was a little nervous. After learning that Baiya was dead, he came here with courage. Perhaps a voice in the dark told him that if he wanted to change the status quo, he had to try hard.

"Ever?" Lind asked.

"After the thief Baiya usurped the throne, I was assigned to clean the toilets of the entire castle." He did have a faint odor, but his elegant posture was hard to ignore.

This was a well-educated gentleman with strict etiquette training.

Lind didn't care what job he did, whether it was cleaning toilets or carrying guns, it was all for survival.

He asked: "Is there a book keeper here? I need to find some books, but there are too many and too messy"

Lind didn't have much time to waste here.

"I am, sir."

"So are you interested in continuing to serve as the steward of the Troll Castle?"