Our family is in decline

"Are you feeling better?" Lance boarded Tamara's carriage, holding food in his hand.

Once raw, twice cooked, Tamara didn't have much reaction to Lance's appearance. She lay half lazily and glanced at Lance who came over, but her mouth didn't mean to let go.

"Let that wolf of yours go away. The woman next to the wizard runs away and doesn't care. She insists on hanging around me."

"The front yard used to be a place for wealth, but now you have taken over other people's places. It's normal for it to stare at you."

Lance looked at Tamara and couldn't help teasing her, "It seems you are recovering well."

This is a fact. You can probably feel that she definitely has something good in her hand, otherwise she would not be able to recover so quickly.

The methods of these extraordinary beings were hidden more deeply than the last, and they would not reveal any details. Lance did not bother to ask, and just put the food over, and then asked her for advice.

"Do you know about ghouls?"

She was in such bad shape last night that Lance just asked the key and then left. Now he can finally catch her and answer the many things he has accumulated along the way.

"You have a ghoul here?" Tamara couldn't help but frown when she heard this. She seemed to know that this meal was not that simple.

"I killed the ghoul, but I found some very strange things around the ghoul, like some kind of ritual."

Lance gave a rough description of the situation at that time, and then took out the samples of cytoplasm and maggots to show Tamara.

Tamara couldn't eat, so she picked up something and looked at it for a moment, then she seemed to be sure of something and couldn't help but frown.

"This is the ritual of the [Mother of Worms], but I don't know what it is specifically."

"What is the Mother of Worms?"

"An evil god worshiped by a cult. The believers believe that there is a worm bigger than the world. They respect it as the Mother of Worms.

At the same time, they believe that everything in the world will eventually be eaten by the Mother of Worms, so they have a very strange habit of devouring corpses.

They believe that they can gain power through this, even if the corpse is a companion, but there is a problem with these powers, and those believers will be transformed into monsters, so they are also called the Ghoul Sect.

It's just that this cult disappeared many years ago, and I haven't heard of any overt activities in the empire for so many years. It's really strange to appear here. "

This... organization's views are too outrageous. The views of the Sons of Harvest Sect and the Ascension Sect are at least in line with the public opinion, but who is this ghoul? It's a bit magical to be able to gain followers in this way.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not very strange. There are too many people with abnormal brains.

But if we put the issue back on the incident itself, eating the corpse, wouldn't this be the same as being against the people of the Ascension Sect?

Recalling that the old guy once spent money to collect occult knowledge from all over the world, there might be something relevant among them.

Could it be that the ancestor incorporated the ghoul sect that believed in the Mother of Worms back then and transformed it into the current Ascension Sect?

So what exactly does this ghoul-watching ritual do?

Occultism is a very rigorous subject, because the cost of mistakes is life, and rituals are the top priority of an organization and will not be leaked casually.

The general genre can be seen, but it is still difficult to know the function of the ritual, so Tamara is not sure about the specific function of the ritual described by Lance.

But she can offer some input.

"You might know this if you ask the woman, because this group seems to have originated in the Levant region. She followed the wizard and she probably came into contact with a lot of this kind of stuff."

Lance knew that this guy wanted to divert his attention, but he did not explain it. Instead, he took out the things seized from the witch and asked her to help identify them.

"This is an extraordinary item I got by killing a witch. Please help me identify it."

Perhaps she had recovered a lot, but Tamara didn't have the initial resistance to these things.

"Rough workmanship is simply a waste of these materials. Who dares to use these things?"

After one sentence of evaluation, she looked clearly disgusted with the rags made by the witch, but she changed her words and said, "Although it is very bad, because of our relationship, I am still willing to recycle it, as a way to repay you for saving me." …”

Although Tamara was disdainful, she seemed a little strange. Her eyes swept over the banshee hand ax involuntarily, her greed was revealed, and she couldn't wait to get this treasure into her bag.

But the next second the ax was picked up by Lance, "You want this?"

Tamara's expression was stunned for a moment. She realized that her little move was exposed, and her expression looked slightly embarrassed.

This reaction triggered a series of laughter from Lance.

"Hahaha! You really can't believe a word of this guy's words."

The witch's cauldron and the spoon are in Greendale's hands. Most of them are indeed broken, but the hand ax is not simple, and the products produced by the system must be high-quality.

Tamara, this guy, didn't learn her lesson from the loss last time, and she actually focused on herself again. This guy is really stubborn.

It seems that she knew that Lance needed an occult consultant. Even after being exposed, Tamara did not break her defense. She pretended to be dumbfounded. Her skin was unusually thick.

"I kind of know why you were chased." Lance couldn't help but tease. As far as she was concerned, it was good that she wasn't beaten to death.

When talking about this, Tamara's face became a little ugly, and she immediately asked.

"Is there any city near here?"

"My place is the largest human gathering place nearby. If you want to escape, you will probably have to go all the way north, through the wilderness and leave the empire."

Lance laughed and added: "As long as you pass through Hamlet, you can go to the misty mountains to the west, the permafrost ice fields to the north, and the yellow sand desert to the east. It is guaranteed that no one can go to that kind of place. find you."

Lance said this just to watch the fun and not take it too seriously. The old road has long been destroyed by nature, and only a short section is left, and the end is here.

What's more, with her attitude just now, even if she had him, she wouldn't say it.

Tamara's face became uglier and uglier as she listened, and she was even a little desperate here, on the road to death.

But she quickly looked at Lance. This guy was so powerful. If he could help her...

Lance could tell what she was thinking just by looking at this guy.

"Is the person chasing you an individual or an organization? What grudges do you have between you? Why are they chasing you?"

"Just one person, as long as you help me..."

Tamara blurted out, but was interrupted by Lance before she could finish.

"I will not get involved in the feud between you!"

When he said this, Lance's attitude was no longer as casual as before, but a little cold.

This guy was avoiding his question as soon as he opened his mouth, and even now he wanted to hide it. Needless to say, he knew that the person she provoked was definitely not an ordinary individual, but most likely an organization.

And her strength is not bad. The person who can cripple her with all the equipment is probably from some extraordinary organization.

Lance has no intention of provoking an organization for her now. To put it simply, her value is unbalanced in Lance's heart.

"If you leave Hamlet and run southwest along the old road for two or three days, you can reach a city. Then walk further in to the Imperial Capital. No one should dare to mess around there. A big city with a population of one million is enough for you to hide.

But I need to remind you that there is a cult sect operating around you. You'd better pray that you don't get caught by them. After all, those guys are not as easy to talk to as me. "

Lance's words were equivalent to an eviction order. Tamara originally maintained her identity, but now her face turned pale, and the injuries that had been suppressed were immediately stirred up by emotions.

He kept coughing and instinctively raised his hands to hold his heart, looking weak and looking at Lance with pitiful eyes.

Lance smiled and said nothing. Pretending to be pitiful was of no use in front of him. What he valued was Tamara's occult knowledge. Now that Catherine also had a good reserve of knowledge, her importance was reduced.

The benefits and costs of protecting her are imbalanced.

Moreover, this guy is disobedient and cannot distinguish her current situation, so Lance doesn't mind beating her.

"I'm going to find Catherine. As for you, just take care of yourself and remember to pack up when you leave."

After saying that, Lance packed up his things and turned around to leave, as if he really didn't care at all.

"You said..." I couldn't help calling towards the back, but Lance had already walked out.

This time, Tamara fell into anxiety...

Lance didn't look for Catherine the first time he came out. As mentioned earlier, he just wanted to praise her and belittle her importance, making her feel that she didn't seem so important. He wanted to give her a little more strength to create a sense of crisis.

But Lance really has something very important. He seems to have forgotten it for a long time, and he only remembered it when he saw Tamara just now.

I spent my own money to buy three cursed items from the bookstore on Mouse Street in Totnes.

"Boundary of Dreams", "Spiritual Vision" and something sealed in a metal tube.

He had read the first two books, but the last one was left in the showroom and forgotten.

He probably still remembered that the bookstore owner said that this thing would explode, so it was not suitable for indoor use.

Lance rushed to the beach far away from the town, and then took out the things.

A leather manuscript with a very strange pattern drawn on it, as crude as a child's graffiti, seemingly meaningless.

I didn't feel anything strange after studying it for a moment. I don't know where the so-called explosion is? Lance felt as if he had been cheated.

When Lance reopened his eyes, the power of his [spiritual vision] revealed the secrets hidden beneath the surface.

The lines outline simple patterns that look like maps pointing somewhere.

No, it should be a sea map. Unfortunately, Lance has no relevant knowledge. It is difficult to identify the location pointed by this map, let alone what the place marked on it means.

Could it be a treasure map?

It was a scene that every boy had fantasized about, and even Lance couldn't help but get excited.

It's a pity that there is no reference for this chart. No one knows that part of the vast sea. Now that the ancestor is watching with eagerness, how can he drop everything to find the illusory treasure? So it is destined to be put on hold for the time being.

"Fucking ancestor, why can't you die!" Lance gritted his teeth, feeling unhappy if he didn't scold the old man a few times a day.

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"...He's about to find me...I'll pay...to let you pick out one of my collections..."

Catherine, who had been out investigating for a day, had just returned here. She originally wanted to find the lord, but when she got closer, she heard excited noises in the room.

Sensing that something was wrong, he couldn't go in and could only stay outside the door for a while, but he couldn't hear much.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and an angry woman walked out. The two looked at each other for a moment, but then Tamara snorted and turned away.

Isn't she that Roma?

But why are you so hostile to yourself?

Catherine didn't know where she was offended, but the battle that night did separate herself from those people, and naturally it contained some kind of original sin.

"come in."

The sound coming from the room interrupted Catherine's thoughts, and she happened to walk in, where she could see the lord sitting in a relaxed posture.

Although he didn't know what the two were talking about, the man in front of him didn't seem to be affected by the situation at all.

"Sit down. You have also seen Hamlet's situation. What do you want to say?"

Lance is very confident that in this chaotic era of feudal ignorance, Hamlet under his rule is very special.

Catherine was good at figuring out her leader's mood, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to stay with the emotionally twisted wizard for so long.

He immediately started praising him seriously, even daring to step on Totnes and hold Hamlet up high.

Lance knew better than anyone how the place he built was like. It was nice to hear flattery, but this kind of bottomless flattery aroused his disgust. He always felt that the people in front of him had been corrupted by his ancestors.

"Okay, I don't like people who only talk. I like people who are capable and do practical things."

Catherine stopped what she was saying, and observed with careful eyes, she found that this man really was not shaken by what he just said.

She also inquired about this man. He didn't look like an imperial noble at all, but more like an ascetic.

Don't be stingy with money, and you will be rewarded for every success. Only by spending a lot of money can you maintain the current situation.

Anyone who has experienced it personally does not need to serve, not even a maid.

Not greedy for money, not lewd, but now even showing disgust for flattery, this kind of person is difficult for Catherine to understand.

If Lance knew that, he would definitely laugh to death. He is greedy for money, lustful, and famous.

Money is nothing in front of power. What seems like money now is actually investment to consolidate his rule. At the same time, taking a longer view, these infrastructures will bring him a steady stream of benefits.

What man doesn't like women? However, this place is full of village girls. They work all year round and are exposed to the sun and wind, which is not good-looking. As for the people who can stand it, most of them don't take baths. For him, who is slightly mysophobic, he has no desire at all.

As for fame, this is what he has been doing all along, but what he seeks is not a false reputation, but a real name. It is the people's support based on the masses, not the praise of a few guys.

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