Chapter 129 (3K) The Man Who Died Under the Curse

The next day, Milia woke up from her sleep and felt the warmth of Lear's body. She felt at ease.

Miriam didn't notice that Lear went out again after she fell asleep last night.

Looking at Millia's delicate face, Lear recalled what Millis said, that Millia's Morning Star Law would only awaken when her spirit was subjected to extreme stimulation.

Such conditions are not difficult, but they may be a torture for Milia.

Lear sighed in his heart and decided to keep the news secret for the time being.

"It's time to get up, my princess." Lear rubbed Millia's smooth face.

The two got up and had breakfast. Then Lear went out and thought about his next plan.

The members of the Knights Templar will be selected in a week, and one hundred knight apprentices will be selected from the preparatory knight training camp.

The mission of Lillian, the Lord of Blood, the old dream in the Decision Mountains, and buying a house in the fortress to accommodate Ophelia and Adele.

There is still a lot to do. Lear walked on the street and thought for a moment, and decided to solve the resettlement problem of Ophelia and Adele first.

Although this kind of small matter could be easily resolved by talking to the housekeeper at the Stuart Mansion, Ophelia's affairs could not be known to others, so Lear had to find a house himself.

He went to the newsstand and bought a newspaper. People who were in a hurry to sell their houses would place advertisements in the newspapers. Lear had seen this in the newspapers of Brayfield.

Moreover, the owners of newsstands are generally well-informed.

Lear took the newspaper and sat on a bench in the square.

Some citizens were having a heated discussion nearby.

"Have you heard? The lord's son is about to establish a new knight order and plans to hold a selection in a week."

"Of course I've heard about it, but I'm just an apprentice spy, and my rank is only level three. There's no way I'd be chosen, right?"

Lear listened calmly while reading the contents of the newspaper.

The headline was the news that he was about to establish a knightly order. The group of newspaper reporters were really quick, comparable to the reporters in the Royal City of Brayfield.

"By the way, this is the first time I've heard that the Lord has a son. I heard that he's a wizard who believes in arcane laws?"

"You probably don't know this, but my friend in the Knights told me that the lord's son is a dual-law professional who can use the power of both the arcane law and the war law!

I heard that he and Knight Commander Yassen had a duel in the Triumph Square, and he easily defeated Knight Commander Yassen!"

There was a hint of pride in the citizen's tone as if he was saying something remarkable.

His companions' eyes widened. "Defeated Knight Commander Yassen? Is that true?"

"Of course it's true! I'm already planning to watch the knight selection in a week, and then I'll be able to see the lord's son in person!"

"Take me too!"

"If you want to see it, you'd better buy your tickets for the arena as soon as possible. I heard that the tickets are almost sold out!"

As the two of them talked, Li Er raised an eyebrow, feeling as if his idol from his previous life was having a concert.

The fact that these citizens were so surprised just by defeating Yasen shows that Yasen has worked hard to improve his reputation in the fortress over the years.

He shook his head and continued reading the newspaper.

They were all content related to the people's livelihood in the fortress. The carriage that exploded in front of him was also reported, and there was also news that another adventurer had disappeared in the Decision Mountains.

Seeing this, Lear paused slightly.

He thought of the old dream of blood that Lillian had told him about being isolated in the Decision Mountains.

Without dwelling too long on the report of the missing adventurer, Lear continued reading and saw some news about houses for rent and sale in the corner.

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There were quite a few houses for sale in the newspaper, and Lear chose a small villa in a remote location.

There is little traffic, which is suitable for pagans to hide.

Following the contact address left in the newspaper, Lear quickly arrived at the villa.

The villa is located at the junction of the western and northern parts of the fortress, almost at the border of the fortress.

Lear glanced at the house number on the villa's gate: Number 9, Lake Street.

He pressed the doorbell on the front door.

After about a few dozen seconds, there was a sound of footsteps and the door was opened.

The visitor was a fat middle-aged man in ordinary clothes. He looked at the handsome Lear outside the house and was stunned for a moment.

"What can I do for you?" the fat man asked puzzledly.

Li Er picked up the newspaper in his hand and pointed to the news of the house being sold. "Do you have a house to sell?"

Looking at the newspaper, the fat man took a while to react, "Are you here to buy a house?"

The man was a little excited. It had been a month since he released the news, and no one had come to see him.

"Yes, so, are you selling it?" Lear put down the newspaper in his hand and asked with a smile.

"For sale! Of course!" The man nodded repeatedly, "Dear guest, please come and take a look first. I promise that this villa will satisfy you!"

When the man learned that Lear was here to buy a house, his attitude changed instantly and he directly invited Lear into the house.

The furnishings in the house are quite nice, and you can tell that it has been carefully decorated.

Led by the man, Lear looked around and finally came to the inner room. The fat man turned on the light on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing a secret door.

"There is a hidden secret room in my villa. You can hide some things or people there to prevent them from being discovered by your wife or someone else." The man showed a smile that all men understand.

Li Er's expression became a little strange, and he followed the man into the secret room and took a look.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The secret room is not big, probably the size of a bedroom, and it is empty.

"What do you think, sir?" the fat man said flatteringly, as if he was afraid that Lear would think the house was not good and turn around and leave.

"How much do you plan to sell it for?" Lear asked.

"Eight hundred gold coins, not seven hundred and fifty, seven hundred and fifty gold coins will be enough!" The fat man thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and cut the price himself without waiting for Lear to bargain.

Seven hundred and fifty gold coins was already considered cheap in the Fortress of Faro, a city comparable to a royal city.

Although the location of this house is remote, the decoration is quite good and you can move in right away after buying some furniture.

Li Er felt a little strange. The man in front of him seemed eager to sell the house and was even willing to make a small loss.

"May I ask why you want to sell this house?" Lear asked.

The obese man was stunned for a moment, then his expression became a little nervous. He pretended to be calm and said, "Because, well, I plan to leave Fort Faro, and this house is useless, so I plan to sell it."

The man's acting was very poor. Li Er knew at a glance that he was lying. He stared at the man for a long time before saying, "I think this house is very good. I am willing to buy it, but I hope you can tell me the real reason why you want to sell this villa."

"I'm telling the truth, sir. I just want to leave, so I plan to sell the house." The fat man had some cold sweat on his forehead, but he still pretended to be calm.

Li Er glanced at the man, without saying any more words to him, and turned around to leave.

Seeing Lear leave so decisively, the fat man became completely anxious, "Wait a minute, sir, if you are willing to buy this house, I can give you another fifty gold coins!"

Lear ignored the man's words. 50 gold coins were nothing to a nouveau riche like him who had a huge sum of 500,000 gold coins given by the Duke of Norton.

Seeing that Lear was unmoved, the fat man gritted his teeth and had to tell the truth.

"Okay, sir, I give up and I will tell you everything." The man became a little dejected.

Hearing this, Lear finally stopped and turned his head slightly.

"I spent eight hundred gold coins to buy this house. You should know, sir, that in the fortress, a house like this usually costs thousands of gold coins. When I bought it, I thought I had found a bargain, but later I found out that the original owner of this house died in the house." The man spoke slowly.

Lear listened quietly, not interrupting the man.

"You may think that it's just a death, and it's a good deal to save several hundred gold coins, but then I went to find out." The fat man continued, his expression suddenly became terrified.

"Before he died, the man's body twisted into a snake-like shape and his limbs became short, as if he was cursed by a demon!" He shouted, his face becoming somewhat hideous with fear.

Lear frowned. If the man's description was true, then it might really be related to the curse.

It is normal for a curse from heretical laws to have such terrifying power.

In his previous life, he had seen many scenes in the game where people were cursed to death or even turned into monsters because they accidentally communicated with gods with heretical laws.

"What happened to this man later? Was his death ever investigated? Who handled the matter?" Lear asked.

"This case was originally handled by the Fighting Tiger Knights, but later on, because they found no signs of homicide and no evidence that the original owner of the house had any enemies, the case was dropped." The fat man recovered from his fear and calmed down a little.

Lil's eyes narrowed at the man's words.

It was the Fighting Tiger Knights who handled this case, and he thought of someone.

Sheila, the pharmacist of the War Tiger Knights, is also the source carrier of the blasphemous law!

"Then was there anything unusual after you lived there for so long?" Lear continued to ask.

The fat man was silent for a while, and finally said helplessly: "I had a nightmare."

(End of this chapter)