At this time, Ace also came over and looked at the harvest in House's hand: "Is this all you have? It doesn't look like an experimental log. What use can it have?"

House analyzed, "This should be a page from the professor's experimental log. This 'Jeron' should be his son. This professor seems to be... planning to use his own son for an experiment? He has to tie him up with leather and prepare instruments?"

House felt his teeth ache. Just hearing these things was creepy. Are all warlocks like this? Consultant Mossack is obviously a nice person...

Oh yes, he is a druid.

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

"But the grave contains the bones of a woman."

When the two attendants heard this, they felt something was wrong and asked, "Are you sure?"

The soldier who spoke nodded and said, "I've been on the battlefield before, helped military doctors, and have seen quite a few...corpses. Women's bones are not much different from men's, but I can tell."

Everyone gathered around, and then other anomalies were discovered in the tomb.

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

House frowned, "Did someone come here before us? Was it a tomb robber?"

The soldier who spoke shook his head and said in a tone as if he had seen a ghost: "Looking at this mark, it seems that it was not dug from the outside... but from the inside."

…

Lann didn't even dare to breathe, his whole body was tense and his hair stood on end.

What he saw before him was the destination of his trip - Thomas Moreau's secret laboratory.

A few dim oil lamps were lit in the laboratory, illuminating the room dimly, so that only the rough outlines of the things inside could be barely seen.

In the middle of the lab was a lab table with scattered notes and other things on it. Against the wall was a row of eight incubators that looked like medieval Frankensteins, made of heavy metal, glass, and plastic tubes.

There is a person in each culture chamber, with only simple breathing devices and syringes connected to them to maintain basic life needs.

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

The other two were also extremely thin, their arms were like dry wood, and they barely looked like human beings. They stayed in the incubator without moving, like specimens.

As for the last two people, bubbles would occasionally come out of their incubator, and the people inside would occasionally cross their fingers to prove that they were still alive.

The violently torn armor and weapons including swords, crossbows, and shields were scattered around the cultivation chambers of the two people.

They are soldiers from Cintra, members of the expedition team that Lan brought out from Cintra!

Lan still didn't dare to move, because he saw a "person" who was not in human form standing about ten meters in front of him.

From the back, his hair was sparse, with only a few long, tangled strands of hair on the top of his head, while the rest of his hair was peeling off; he was half-naked, and his clothes were not only stained with mud and blood, but also had torn holes everywhere.

As he turned around, Lan saw his face: half of the glasses frame was drooping, and the eyes behind the frames were cloudy and broken; only half of the rotten nose was left under the eyes, and the cheeks were full of hollows, revealing two rows of black and rotten teeth.

There was a hole on his neck, and as he moved, a "he, he" sound was made, as if he was coughing up phlegm.

No one would think that this face is a person.

This is a zombie, a zombie, a half-dead person, any name is fine. But Lann knows that the more intuitive description of this phenomenon is that he is a magical creature.

And the magical creature that appeared in this place, like the master, naturally has only one name - Thomas Moreau!

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

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

“You’re here.”

Lann's gaze moved downward. In front of Thomas Moreau was a huge experimental culture tank that looked like a shark tank. Heifeng was soaking in it with several infusion tubes inserted into his body, making weak hisses.

There were several similar culture tanks not far away, containing 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 - they are dead.

"You're here," Thomas Moreau said again.

Lan's brain was working frantically, trying his best to extract all the useful information from the original book.

Regarding Thomas' life, Lane remembered that the original book said that he was relieved after the experiment on his child failed, returned to his wife to be with her, and died shortly afterwards.

Died "soon after" more than one hundred and fifty years ago!

Professor Thomas's voice, appearance and smile really fit the description of "dead", but he was still moving!

Something must have happened in the meantime that Lann didn't know about.

"You're here." Thomas Moreau said for the third time, and this time without waiting for Lann's reaction, he suddenly smiled.

"It just so happens that I'm short of research materials recently, and then, here they come—"

The professor pointed at the Cintra soldiers in the incubator, then slowly pointed at his subordinate Heifeng, and finally moved his finger in the direction of Lann.

"Now... you're here, you're here, that's great."

This "you" obviously refers not only to Lann, but all members of the exploration team including the druid and Geralt. When he and others were in the Valley of Nine, they might have been targeted by Thomas Moreau who was short of experimental materials!

Only he can control the portal inside the ruins and allow himself to reach this laboratory in an instant, and only allow himself to reach this laboratory!

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

Lan warned himself to stay calm. Facing such an old monster that had lived and died for more than a hundred years, he would definitely not be able to defeat it.

Is it reliable to go back to the portal?

There was a low "boom" sound and a strong wind blew behind him. He didn't need to look back to know that the portal had been closed.

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

Lan rolled his eyes and said in a tone of first meeting, "Sir Warlock, I am sorry for my intrusive visit, because according to our intelligence, I thought this was an unowned place.

I am Lann Lannister of Cintra. What is your name and what research are you doing here?"