The person most familiar with the environment of the Black Forest was actually Mr. White Cat. At his suggestion, the four of them deviated from the unclear path in the forest. It was only when they went around and arrived near the cemetery faster that they found unusual traces.
"I smell a bad smell."
Jenkins, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly reminded, shrugged his nose again, and then came to a conclusion:
"It's the smell of herbs that haven't been properly cared for."
He'd smelled it many times at old Jack's.
"... It seems to be a herbal medicine for treating trauma, but there is a problem with the preparation method, and the dosage of Dolora herb is wrong."
When I got closer, I found that there were indeed things walking and patrolling around the large cemetery. But that is not a dead spirit, but a real living person.
At least ten "sentinels" patrol the unobstructed area, apparently protecting a burrow in the southwest corner of the cemetery.
"Guess, is there that terrible sword inside?"
Miss Yindi asked in a very low voice, using the same girlish voice, but Jenkins knew her true face.
"No, I don't think so. There isn't as much death around here as there is on Mr. Candle's horse."
Miss Magic replied.
"I agree with that, I don't feel undead either."
Mr. White Cat also nodded.
"Yes."
Jenkins finally echoed: "There are four gifters in the cave, one is Mr. Hood, and the other three are all below level four. A numbered item..."
The monocle appeared silently in front of the left eye.
"The special item is in the shape of a human palm, but it's not a trick or a magical item. They hold a lot of undead spells and man-made items, which may be a bit troublesome."
The clues he provided were so detailed that the three companions almost thought that this was a trap set by Mr. Candle.
But this idea is too funny. Although Mr. Candle is very weird, at least he is not dangerous.
Of course, Jenkins' words were not complete. Among the bestowers he saw, besides the familiar Mr. Hood, there was an acquaintance. The Duke who escaped during the day happened to be underground.
"It seems that fate doesn't want to let you go."
Jenkins said in his heart.
It couldn't be easier to bypass those ordinary people's guards. The four bestowers present are all experienced. But the focus of their operation this time is to rescue Mr. Hood who was kidnapped for unknown reasons.
Jenkins is actually very curious. The other people in the underground are all givers who are weaker than him. It is really unreasonable for Mr. Hood to be caught by them.
"Is there any help?"
Startled, Jenkins hugged the flower pot even harder.
"I have a plan."
Miss Magic called the other three people to come up, and she pointed to the cave in the distance:
"We only need to lure the three people from the ground up. The key point is to rescue Mr. Hood."
"I'm worried that even if we make a noise on the ground, not all the people underground will come out."
Mr. White Cat said worriedly.
"I don't care, I have the means of invisibility. After a while, two people will go down, and two people will deal with it on the ground. I think if Mr. Candle's information is correct, we should not be in danger."
The other three nodded. After discussing, the "strongest" Jenkins and Miss Magic went to explore the unknown crypt, while Miss Silver Flute and Mr. White Cat dealt with the others on the ground.
Of course, it would be even better if they could solve the problem in a short period of time. None of the four is a holy mother who refuses to kill.
There was no problem with the start of the plan, and Miss Silver Flute was carrying a steam bomb with her for some reason. After pulling the safety catch and throwing it near the burrow, mud and stones splashed everywhere after the loud noise, and more than half of the ordinary patrolling people were killed or injured immediately.
Miss Silver Flute and Mr. White Cat rushed out from the bushes to deal with the remaining people, while Jenkins and Miss Magic hid themselves near the entrance of the cave, and bent down to enter the cave after the two bestowers ran out.
The inside is narrow and dark, obviously transformed from an ancient tomb. Jenkins has a monocle that does not require lighting, and Miss Magic also has abilities similar to [Darkvision].
"It's deeper here than I thought."
The woman muttered to herself, echoing in the narrow crypt.
"Turning the corner ahead is the end point. The person other than Mr. Hood is not near the entrance. I think we haven't been found yet."
"That's good… "
Miss Magic turned her head and glanced at Mr. Candle behind her, before she hesitated to speak:
"I don't know if I should remind you that your cat is eating your flowers."
"Um?"
The cat is indeed doing this, but fortunately it was discovered in time, and it is leaving shallow teeth marks. Just now, the cat crawled from the right shoulder to the left shoulder in the dark, and then stretched out its claws to grab the flower branch, but Jenkins didn't notice it at all.
"It's here, it's here..."
Turning the corner, I saw a small underground space, with torches on the rock wall, and some coffins lying here and there in a narrow and irregular space. The coffins were all open, and the corpses inside were gone.
The hapless Mr. Hood was bound and thrown in one of the coffins, while the Duke of Antark lay in the other.
Mr. Hood's face was perfectly visible in the darkness, exactly as Jenkins had imagined it to be, a thin, middle-aged man with a scruffy beard. When Miss Magic and Jenkins entered here, the Duke of Antak did not get up, sleeping peacefully in the coffin like a vampire in an ancient story.
But Jenkins knew that he was and is not a vampire. Mr. Writer was familiar with vampires, so he was sure of his conclusion.
"Woo~"
Mr. Hood was not unconscious, he vaguely saw an acquaintance and a familiar cat, and immediately tried to make a sound that no one could understand.
Jenkins approached the coffin of the Duke of Antak, and Miss Magic directly reached out and took out the rag that blocked Mr. Hood's mouth.
"Go quickly, there is a secret passage under that coffin, and the skeleton sword and its sword-bearer are below."
As soon as he regained the ability to speak, Mr. Hood couldn't wait to speak.
"What?"
Unlike Jenkins, who was fully prepared, Miss Magic never thought that the group might encounter that terrible disaster. Without thinking about it, she picked up the rope that bound Mr. Hood, and ran out like a countryman carrying a piglet.
Jenkins didn't leave immediately, but quickly touched Duke Antak's coffin in the dark, and punched him on the head.
With Jenkins' strength, if the punch is solid, although the skull will not explode, the person will definitely be gone. It's a pity that this punch did not hit the Duke's head, but was caught by the bone claws protruding from the bottom of the coffin.