Heart of the Castle

Chapter 171 The Pride of the Proud
As time passed, the sunlight began to exert its power on this land, and the fog that shrouded the viscount's castle gradually dissipated.The figures outside the city gradually became clear. At the front of the team outside the city, a majestic knight in black armor was particularly eye-catching. Viscount Ryan's brows suddenly raised, and he breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.

Viscount Ryan recognized the identity of the knight. Except for the high-ranking knight Dragonson, he couldn't think of anyone else in his territory with such a burly body.

Must have won!
The viscount, who was relieved, did not think of other possibilities until the sound of panicked footsteps sounded from the stairs.

"Master Viscount, it's bad!" It wasn't the fully armed guards who ran up from the stairs, but a servant with a pale face. wrinkled.

"Why are you panicking? There are hundreds of well-trained militiamen and more than a dozen battle-hardened knights stationed in the castle, and the great knight commander Wilps sits in town! Just because of the more than 100 horses outside Those who don’t, even if they come with malice, don’t need to panic!”

Viscount Lane's deep and powerful voice made the servant tremble, but he calmed down a lot. He shook his head vigorously and said, "No, it's not such a simple matter. Master Viscount, the leader of that team is Lord Dragunson ..."

Viscount Lane's body trembled suddenly, his eyes became ferocious, and he looked at the unfortunate servant viciously. "Draconson is the leader? Could it be that something happened to Grand Knight Commander Herbert?"

"Yes, Lord Dragunson said that Lord Herbert was killed in battle, and he did not die under the claws of the devil, but died under..." the servant said, looking at the man standing beside him with terrified eyes. Butler Trien swept over.

Viscount Lane glanced at the servant's terrified expression strangely, suppressed the irritability in his heart and said, "Quickly tell me, what's wrong with Herbert?"

"... Instead, he died under the vicious necromantic magic." The servant's face turned pale, and then he glanced at Butler Trien, stammering courageously, "That necromantic magic, they said it must be related to... ...butler Trion."

"Nonsense!" Viscount Lane roared angrily, scaring the servant almost to the ground.

"How could necromancy have anything to do with Steward Trien? Trien has served the Ryan family for 40 years. Whether it is loyalty or ability, I trust him very much! Could that Dragonson be the devil Get into your head, go and convey my order to Grand Knight Commander Wilpus, let him lead the troops out of the city, and arrest those nonsense guys!"

"Of order, Lord Viscount... But, Lord Wilps has already..." The servant promised to go out, but seemed to think of something, and hesitated.

"What happened to Wilps?" Viscount Lane asked sharply, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

"Master Wilps has gone out of the city and talked with Mr. Dragunson, and...and expressed his approval of the evidence presented by Mr. Dragunson..." the servant said hesitantly.

"what?"

Even if a thunderbolt exploded on Viscount Ryan's head, it would not bring such a terrible shock. Viscount Ryan took a few steps back in a daze, and cast his eyes on the old butler Trien beside him.

"How did this happen? Evidence? How did this happen?" Viscount Lane shook his head and said in disbelief, "Trian, answer me, things like undead magic have nothing to do with you, right?"

Trien didn't answer, he just smiled, but this time the smile was far from sweet, and could even be said to be full of insidious and evil flavors.This was the first time Viscount Ryan saw such a terrible smile on the old butler. Although the viscount was conceited and proud, he was not an idiot after all, and he immediately noticed the hidden things in Butler Trien's smile.He couldn't help shivering, and murmured, "Terry, tell me, what did you do?"

"Oh, oh, that's a long story. Although I very much hope that I can explain the whole thing to you, but Lord Viscount, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do this because of time." Trien said The sound is very relaxed, so relaxed that it makes people feel cold.Sweat of fear suddenly broke out on Viscount Lane's head, and he stepped back until his back was pressed against the window of the tower.

The servant who seemed to be forgotten was holding his breath desperately, hoping that Trion would not find out where he was about to move to the foot of the stairs.The servant's escape plan went very smoothly, until one of his feet touched the spiral downward stairs, he couldn't help letting out a little breath.

When the breath came out, it had a thick green color.

The servant let out a scream, which was his last sound.Following this sharp sound, many green blisters suddenly swelled out of the unfortunate servant's body, and he pressed his chest with both hands desperately, as if this could make the heart that was suddenly in severe pain feel better.Immediately afterwards, the blisters all over the servant's body exploded together, making a burst of "popping" sounds, and the stinky green rotten water flowed down the wooden stairs. Where the rotten water passed, the sturdy steps unexpectedly As if it had been scorched by a raging fire, it turned into a scorched black color!

Viscount Ryan has never seen what real undead magic looks like, but such a weird and cruel magic effect in front of him doesn't seem like something that can be used in a fair manner.The viscount's body couldn't help trembling, his hands fumbled around his body, and grabbed the ceremonial long sword hanging from his waist with its sheath.

Viscount Ryan also learned two-handed swordsmanship when he was young, but since he inherited the title, it has long since been abandoned.Holding the long sword in his hand did not give him the slightest sense of security, but instead exposed his clumsy skills even more.

"Why? Trien, why are you doing this?" Viscount Lane yelled sharply, causing Trien to frown slightly. The old butler looked at the ceremonial long sword wobbly pointed at him, and opened his mouth , sharp fangs protruded from inside, shining with a cold light.

"This kind of struggle is really ugly, Lord Viscount. Please close your eyes, I will solve your worries and let you leave here in a dignified way."

Although the literal meaning of what Trien said just now is similar, but this time Viscount Lane did not have any errors in understanding. Killing intent.

"Damn it!"

Viscount Lane let out a mournful roar, and he swung the ceremonial sword clumsily, stabbing towards Trion's neck.

The sword's edge pierced the air as a matter of course, and the old housekeeper jumped to the side with unimaginable agility. The skirt of his dress fluttered like a giant bat.

"Hey, don't worry, Master Viscount, wait for me, wait for me... to tear the skin off first." The last few words, when Trien said them, had a very cold and sinister taste, which made Ryan The little bit of courage that the viscount finally mustered up disappeared in smoke.

Trien's smile became more ferocious, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, no, it was not a raised face in the usual sense, but a whole split, with two thick and long fangs protruding from his mouth.The old butler's face was originally covered with wrinkles, but as his smile continued to widen, the entire face was cracked, revealing the blue-purple young skin underneath.

"It's really painful to pretend to be such a weak short-lived species, Lord Viscount, look at me, this is the real me! His Highness the blood-sucking prince Trien who has obtained eternal life!"

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