"Dah, dah, dah, dah..." There were rapid footsteps echoing in the corridor, and Grant panted open the bedroom door on the top floor of the castle. , Lying there was a pale-faced, alcohol-smelling, slightly puffy man. The man was obviously fast asleep, his chest heaving and his snoring loud. There was a petite maid by the bed.
"It's fine." Grant breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm really insane to believe the nonsense of those two witchers!"
But his concerns were not without reason.
If something happened to Ser Ignacio, the House of Veliris would be wiped out.
At that time, the right to rule the white orchard was taken back by Vizima, and their servants, including the superficial butler, could only go back to be farmers and shave food in the land.
Being used to being an old dog by aristocrats, Grant was unwilling to become a mud-legged man again.
The noble class, even the lowest baron, no matter how rotten their life style is, they are still nobles and nobler than ordinary people. Grant strengthened his beliefs and gently closed the bedroom door. He wanted to send someone to the tomb to verify it.
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Roy drank the lipstick tea, and put a slice of lemon in the tea. The mouth was slightly sour. "I feel that the housekeeper is not lying. It doesn't look like the castle has been invaded by a banshee. Maybe it has already left the White Orchard." I looked at all the observable objects, but unfortunately they were all ordinary people.
The pendant on the chest didn't suggest any magic fluctuations.
"Then find a chance to search the castle." Leto said, "The blueprint of the Silver Sword of the Snake faction must be kept somewhere by Ignacio."
"Don't forget, to get back the blueprints, I have to seek justice for Cogrim in front of Ignacio." Roy said, "And think about what the tavern owner mentioned, Ignacio used to be in white. The crimes committed by the orchard are more terrible than the devil... If there is a chance, why don't we just do it?"
The young witcher raised his palms into knives and made a slashing motion.
"Don't worry, Roy. Nobility's territory is not a bandit's den... The current situation can't allow us to mess around!" Lesotho rubbed his chin and said seriously, "I don't want to be famous in the name of assassinating nobles. Messy Temeria Wanted."
"The south is not easy to mix, and we can't cut off the back road of the north."
"I'm just kidding."
"Caz..." The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, Grant wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked in, smiled at the two witchers on the sofa, "Sir is sleeping soundly, I'm sure the two masters are worried The monster is not in the castle. Just now, I have sent someone to the tomb to verify the situation, there will be news back before noon, but the two will have to wait for a while."
"Exactly," Leto said, "we have a few questions for Butler Grant."
"Master, please speak." Grant lay down on the rattan chair in front of the desk, his eyes narrowed comfortably.
"When we came before, we overheard the conversation between the butler and the servant," Leto said thoughtfully, "Sir, did you just go to bed this morning?"
"It's not uncommon, and I don't hide it from you..." Grant frowned, looking worried. "The Jazz has always been plagued by insomnia, and he can't fall asleep until he is exhausted in the morning."
"Sir has to rest during the day, and the burden of managing the entire castle rests on the butler's shoulders. It's hard work."
Grant's chest stiffened after hearing this, and his round fat face showed a bit of pride.
"I can't help it, the servant is to share the master's worries. Sir is not in good health and energy, and I want to take care of the castle for him so that he won't have such a headache."
"It's so loyal..." The witcher sighed in admiration, and the irony in his eyes flashed away. "A subordinate like Butler Grant must have worked in the castle for many years and was highly regarded."
The witcher's words just scratched the itch in Grant's heart, and his fat face began to glow, "I have been working in Fort Amavit since I was twelve years old, when Lord John and Lady Mary were still alive..." Opening his mouth is like a flood that has opened the gate, showing off his past incessantly.
The two witchers quietly exchanged glances.
"My lord saw that I was young, but my abilities were outstanding, and my ancestors were three generations of farming, so he made an exception for me to be the housekeeper..." The housekeeper spittled and raised his head inadvertently, and then he saw the witcher make a strange mark at him. With a gesture, the look in his pupils completely dimmed, and he was paralyzed in the rattan chair, stunned like a puppet.
"Now, let's talk about something interesting," Roy locked the door of the office and went straight to the subject, "Two years ago, Ser Ignatius tried a witcher named Cogrim, and Do you have any impression of wronging him for kidnapping the beekeeper's son?"
"Remember... remember."
"Sir found a blueprint from Cogrim. Do you know where he hid it?"
"The basement..." Grant said stiffly. "Sir thought the freak's weapon blueprint was not collectible, so I threw it in a chest in the basement, with the junk."
Roy's eyes flashed with excitement, but he did not expect to obtain important information so easily.
It's one step away now, and they will bring back the long-lost equipment blueprint of the Viper School.
The two then inquired about the location of the basement.
"Under the kitchen?" Roy couldn't wait to find out, but too many people in the castle noticed their whereabouts, and this time was obviously inappropriate.
The inquiry is far from over, and the two still have questions about the village of White Orchard and the tomb.
"What is Sir Ignacio busy with?"
"Drinking..." Grant replied mechanically.
"Have you noticed that Jazz has some kind of strange behavior, such as fiddling with a bunch of bottles, herbs, mysterious liquids, and flipping through some books you don't understand at all?" Roy's voice tightened.
"No..." Grant replied decisively, "Sir hated books the most in his life. When he was sober, he was either drinking or crying while holding the portraits of his relatives."
This is completely the image of a middle-aged widower who gives up on himself, but according to the statement from the owner of White Orchard, Ignacio is by no means such a weak and decadent person, he is absurd and cruel.
"Before that, what caused Ser Ignatius to slaughter more than half of the villagers in White Orchard?"
This is the huge change mentioned by the tavern owner.
Grant's lips trembled, and a trace of struggle appeared on his face. The struggle lasted for a few seconds and his expression returned to calm, and he answered the witcher's question obediently.
"Because of what Sir has done over the years, the residents of White Orchard sent a petition to Vizima Court, which finally recognized their dissatisfaction and allowed them to move out of White Orchard. Sir witnessed the territorial residents. Leaving one by one, I couldn't help but feel soft, and sent people to persuade the crowd."
"But the peasants, backed by the Vizima Court, said some nasty things to the sergeant, which angered him. Then the killing started and it got out of hand."
"This can't be used as an excuse for Ignat to take care of his life, he is a butcher!" Roy said, and then rubbed his temples. He noticed Brandt's first sentence, stared at the butler's calm face and asked,
"In the final analysis, it was the petitions of the villagers in White Orchard that caused the massacre... Then what the hell did Ignatius do before that, to drive the farmers to this point."
In this era, farmers would never leave the land they depend on for a living unless they were forced to.
"Is Ignacio more terrible than a robber?"
The next second, Grant's facial features shrank into a ball, the fat on his face trembled, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his resistance to Fayin became more intense.
Both Lesso and Roy raised their hearts. The more intense the butler's resistance, the more troubled their problems and the closer they were to the castle's secret. Of course, it is also possible for the housekeeper to wake up directly.
The butler stammered, "Sir...Sir...Sir's reputation and...style aren't very good..."
"What a bad law?"
"Sir... After discovering that his son, Master Florian, was in love with a same-sex friend, a hunter in the village, he expelled the hunter, and the master hanged himself. To make matters worse, the old lady Mary also died two years later. "
"Since then, Sir has become a lonely man, drinking all day long, his temper has become more and more irritable, and his brain has become abnormal. There are rumors in the village - some people say that Sir is possessed by the devil, and will kill everyone around him."
Roy sighed slightly after hearing this, "Poor people must have something to hate. Florian's tombstone only generally records one who died of suffocation. It turns out that he was forced to death by his own father."
"Once..." Grant continued, still taking care of himself, "Sir got drunk... broke into a... wedding banquet in White Orchard, forcibly exercised the first... night power over... the bride, and cut off... a hapless one. 's head, because the opponent's hat was picked too slowly."
His tone was choppy, his voice getting softer.
"It really is absurd." The two witchers looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes, "Isn't this kind of right abolished long ago? How dare he?!"
"What's next?"
Grant didn't answer this time. He closed his eyes and mouth, his upper eyelids wriggled for a while, like a nightmare, and then suddenly widened his eyes and his eyes returned to clarity.
The witcher on the opposite side sighed secretly, slightly disappointed, but unfortunately he couldn't use the Axif Seal on one person in a short period of time.
"Two masters, I'm sorry, I just lost my mind." The butler wiped the fine beads of sweat that appeared on his forehead inexplicably, and sighed, "As long as this person is over forty, sometimes he seems to be sleepwalking during the day... By the way, Where did I say that before?"
"Just in case, you have to take us to check the servant's room," Roy rolled his eyes, but did not dare to make it too exaggerated, "and the basement."
"Have I said that? Wait a minute for the two of you," the butler frowned, with a reluctant expression on his face, "Let's talk about the news from the tomb." 1616045098