Whispering Verse

Faced with this question, none of the three people spoke immediately. Instead, Mr. Bernhardt, who was smiling, gradually turned serious. After waiting for a few seconds, Mr. Bernhardt smiled again and nodded:

"Of course I'm joking."

Marquis Morson looked at him with wide eyes, and Shade noticed that he even stopped breathing:

"Are you kidding? Wait, is this a joke?"

"No joke."

"What was that kidding about?"

Mr. Bernhard blinked and thought for a moment, then motioned to Shade to speak.

So Shade said:

"There was indeed something wrong with your heart just now. You can understand it as a curse imposed by a powerful relic. I used thaumaturgy to temporarily maintain your life. After transporting you here, we tried to reverse trace the curse. Before the source, the curse disappears on its own.”

"For normal humans, that kind of heart problem would permanently weaken the heart. But for us, the heart can recover after the curse wears off."

Mr. Albert, who had dissected similar corpses, said:

"The chest pain you felt when you woke up just now was not because of the surgery, but because your heart was still recovering. In fact, if you hadn't been too panicked by our words just now, you should have noticed it yourself."

Although the three of them teamed up to "joke", Mr. Albert was the most serious one.

"So, you really didn't replace my heart?"

The Marquis clutched his chest and confirmed again, and the three of them nodded together:

"Absolutely not."

He looked at them suspiciously, obviously not believing it, and finally looked down at his chest:

"What's with the stitch marks?"

"Confirm your heart condition. After all, we have never encountered a vampire suffering from a heart attack."

Mr. Albert, who had just performed the operation, explained:

"It's the needle and thread that your servants found. They are dealing with the competition outside now and will be back soon. Also, if you don't believe it, just check it yourself."

So Marquis Molson actually picked up the scalpel from the trolley nearby and cut open his chest. After confirming that his heart was still the original heart, he let out a sigh of relief. After casting a spell to heal the wound, he sat down on the chair next to the trolley:

"You three are really..."

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he really didn't know how to evaluate:

"I know you guys don't like what I did to that horse, but was the joke really funny? Maybe we have very different definitions of humor."

"It's not that we look down on what you do, we just want you to understand that The Weight of Life was my idea."

Mr. Bernhardt said with a smile again, but it was actually Shade who came up with the idea. Mr. Albert didn't say anything at the time, but Mr. Bernhardt strongly supported it and thought that Shade always had amazing ideas:

"Marquis, we saved you, but we don't intend to ask for reward, so we feel it is necessary to let you understand the meaning of life. You won't blame us, right?"

"you!"

Marquis Molson took a breath, but in the end he did not say anything unpleasant. They are all of the same race, and the three of them did save him. Although he was quite angry at this weird joke, he would never do anything to repay kindness with hatred:

"So it makes sense that the people of Moon Bay don't like the people of Willendale."

He closed his mouth and let out a long breath from his nostrils:

"This is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else. That horse belongs to you. You can take it away and do whatever you want with it."

The supporting facilities near "Silver Racecourse" are very complete. There are well-designed gardens around the racecourse, and the teahouses or outdoor cafes are ideal places for conversation. The garden hedges are built like a maze. After sitting down and looking at the surrounding green grass and the fragrance of flowers, even people who are in a bad mood will feel a little happier.

Marquis Morson was one of those whose mood had improved slightly. When the four of them sat down at the outdoor teahouse in the garden, at least there was no longer that nervous or angry expression on his face.

"This is what you want."

He took a letter out of his pocket and put it on the table. Mr. Bernhardt, who softly thanked the waiter for bringing the teacup, opened it and took a look at it before handing it to Shade.

Shade also opened the letter——

[Repent for the creatures you killed! ! ! 】

Three huge blood-red exclamation marks fully express the emotion contained in this short line of text. Shade handed the letter to Mr. Albert, the coroner, who sniffed it;

"It's not blood, just red ink."

"Looking at the meaning of this letter, people who don't know the situation may think that I am some kind of hidden serial killer."

Marquis Morson explained, putting one hand on the table and holding the teacup in the other:

"Before Viscount Bernhard sent the letter, I really only thought it was a prank letter. Tell me, what do you want to ask? Even I can't bear this curse. I think I really need you to help me lift the curse. I’m not going to have another heart attack after that, right?”

Speaking of this issue, I was still a little worried and covered my chest again.

Shade, who was familiar with the situation, told him:

"I once saved a guy similar to you. Although he didn't die from his first heart attack, he died of other diseases soon after."

Moreover, the director of the Bridge and Road Engineering Department of Yuewan City Hall, Mr. Leonard Baldwin, has been buried, but there is no definite cause of death yet.

Marquis Molson showed a complicated expression on his face:

"Recently, we have encountered all kinds of troubles. First, what happened last weekend completely ruined our reputation, and then... tell me, what can I do to help you? I am willing to pay, and I am concerned about my own life. I still take things very seriously.”

"Have you encountered anything strange recently?"

Mr. Bernhard then asked, and the Marquis said angrily:

"Meeting you three today was the weirdest thing."

"So has inspiration caught any omens recently? You are also a powerful ring warlock, at least more powerful than Mrs. Jude. Inspiration will not warn you before danger occurs."

Shade asked again. Marquis Morson was over forty years old and his level was ninth level.

So the Marquis touched his chin and thought for a while:

"You said that, but I have some thoughts. I had some weird dreams a few days ago. Now that I think about it, there may be something wrong with those dreams."

"Dreams reflect reality, and reality reflects dreams. If you think there is something wrong with those dreams, then there is a high probability that there is something wrong with them. What did you dream about?"

Mr. Albert took out his notebook, and the Marquis frowned slightly:

"The memory is very blurry. It seems that someone was cursing me and using very vicious words. Then there were a lot of flying papers. Yes, I remember there was a red moon, and maroon horses were running under the red moon. Then It was a very confusing thing, and in the end I seemed to see a silver sword and a blood-red sword fighting. Sorry, the dream was very confusing, and I didn't remember it carefully after I woke up."

Mr. Bernhardt folded his hands and placed them on the table:

"The maroon horse running under the red moon, doesn't it refer to what happened just now?"

Marquis Morson's expression was dull for a moment, he lowered his head to look at the liquid surface of the black tea cup, and then suddenly raised his head:

"Go check it out as soon as possible. The sooner the better. I am willing to provide all the help I can! Do you want crowns? Or any other request is fine."

"Please don't be impatient. Our investigation is still going on. I didn't explain it clearly just now. According to the powerful fortune teller I found, this matter is related to a fate-like relic, sage-level or even angel-level. ."

Shade added, Marquis Morson leaned back slightly:

"I understand what you mean, I can give you more money."

"No, no, we don't mean to add money."

Herr Bernhardt corrected him immediately:

"The problem now is that we are also investigating. It would be better if we have material support, but what we need more is clues. After visiting you, we will also visit Captain Rudolph, who also received a similar letter."

"Rudolf, he has a worse temper than I do."

Marquis Molson said, hesitating for a moment before asking the three of them:

"I want to establish a contract with you, and you will resolve this matter as soon as possible. Bernhardt, I know that you want to summon local kin to solve major issues here. So, if you can guarantee my safety, I am willing to be here I will give you my full support from now on, no matter whether you want people or money. Viscount Bernhardt, you have a warrant from the religious order, so I should listen to you. Besides, I still have some respect among my fellow locals, so you don’t need to do this. Worry."

"I have contract-type spells."

Shade said, then rolled up his sleeves and extended his hand to him:

"bring it on."

The hand in the sun is filled with a faint golden light, which is a symbol of the miraculous element. It is best not to reach out when faced with unknown thaumaturgy and curses, but with such pure miraculous elements, there is a high probability that there will be no problem.

The spell - [Oath Binding], obtained from the power of time adventure, Shade had only used it once before in Green Lake.

Marquis Molson hesitated and did not hold the hand immediately, but looked at the three of them in turn:

"If you three can even solve that kind of relic, I should help you. Let me make sure, you help me solve this problem, and I will help you do something less illegal in the future, right?"

"If possible, Marquis, I also hope that you can give up your little hobby of hunting or at least restrain yourself."

The coroner added. Marquis Molson pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. Of course Shade knew that he would not be easily persuaded, so he added:

"Mr. Albert's statement may not be accurate. That's right. I think it's your little hobby that attracted this thing, so it's good to curb it recently. Or at least curb it in a year or two, it doesn't have to be long. , it should be fine after that.”

Marquis Molson let out a sigh of relief:

"No problem, that's fine!"