"Who's hiding in the barrel?"
Roy rubbed the cool barrel in confusion, as if he wanted to open it up.
"Hiding a body in a wine cellar is like hiding a time bomb. As Sevier Hogg, if you want to make an ordinary person disappear completely, you don't need to use this method."
Leto was silent for a moment. "Maybe the corpse in the barrel has something to do with the nightmare that haunted Sevier. Of course, it could also be another secret that doesn't matter at all, one that he definitely doesn't want anyone to know."
"Then let's take it open and see." Roy squeezed his fist, looking like he was about to move.
"Doing it without authorization will definitely anger Sevier, and even using the Axif Seal can't completely erase the memory of him and his servants. For a commission of two hundred crowns, it's not wrong to do so."
"Control your curiosity! Let's pretend we've never been to the cellar."
"I'll try other ways to test Seville later, and you'll have to do as I say..."
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After leaving the cellar, Leto went back to the master bedroom on the third floor to re-hypnotize Sevier to hide the key. Roy has seen the miraculous effect of the Axifa seal many times, and he is extremely envious.
If the target has no psychological defense, it will definitely be hit if caught off guard.
"The Aksi French seal has a wider application range and is more convenient than other French seals. It is really a necessary skill for home travel and killing people."
When the dwarf woke up from the bed, he had no memory of what happened before, but the tiredness on his face faded a lot, and he felt refreshed after a good night's sleep.
He glanced at the wall clock, "I actually slept for an hour? I haven't slept so soundly in a long time." As he spoke, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he waved his fists excitedly, "There must be a witcher who is haunting me. That dirty thing doesn't dare to come out and make trouble again."
"Then what will the two of you gain today!"
Facing the expectations of the dwarves, Leto said calmly, "That thing is very cunning and hidden very deeply. I hope Mr. Seville can provide more clues, and can you tell us about your nightmare."
Seville's face suddenly turned white, as if thinking of something terrifying. A twisted look appeared on the face of the always free and easy dwarf. He hesitated and resisted, and stammered, "My nightmare is terrifying and weird, indescribable."
"The witcher can't save you if you don't cooperate openly and honestly."
"Sorry... I really... I really don't want to mention this. The capture of monsters has nothing to do with my nightmares."
Lesso gave Roy a look, and the latter immediately understood, according to the remarks he had prepared, "Of course it does! Mr. Seville, I wonder if you have heard of a monster called Sim."
The dwarf shook his head blankly.
Roy began to describe vividly, "Sim is the product of the intersection of the celestial and spheres. He has no real body and can only live parasitic in living organisms."
"Parasitic in the human body?" The dwarf's face gradually turned pale, and his fists were tightly squeezed.
"The targets it chooses are also very particular, usually people who have done bad things, wrong things, or other animals, and Sim absorbs their negative emotions such as fear, regret, and guilt. And based on their real experiences Constructing dreams based on the model, constantly arousing the negative emotions of these creatures, corrupting and destroying their sanity."
Hearing this, Seville's lips trembled slightly, and even his bushy beard trembled extremely conspicuously.
"My God, invisible devil, how could I get into such a thing!"
"Don't be afraid," Roy said even more vigorously, "please listen to me. Only the host can hear Sim's whisper. It attacks with nightmares, creates illusions, inflicts psychic pain on the host, and indirectly drains the host's vitality."
"The parasitoid is usually unable to sleep well and is haunted by nightmares. And the nightmares become more frequent and more vivid, until they completely destroy the host's sanity, make him commit suicide, or... go mad!"
When these words landed, Seville's whole body was close to collapse, and he grabbed Lesso's right hand tightly, his face faded from blood, and he was terrified of being ravaged by ****.
"Your Excellency Letso, Sim, it's this devil who is hurting me, please help me get rid of it!"
"There is a premise for solving Sim for you." Leto still had a cold expression on his face, while Roy continued to explain for him, "The devil is very tricky and cannot be attacked by normal means. We must use your inner fear to destroy it. Seduce it and let the witcher solve it, like Master Letho."
"So please honestly tell us what's on your mind, the crux of your heart, the wrong thing you've committed."
Seville suddenly closed his eyes in pain, "I'm sorry, I... I have to think about it." When he mentioned the nightmare, he seemed to be instantly freed from his fear and regained his sanity, and his gaze towards the two of them became a little more alert. , to prevent the two from discovering his secrets.
"It's getting late, so I'm going to ask the servants to prepare dinner. We'll talk about it when the two of you come tomorrow."
The two were a little sorry, but they didn't force it.
"If I had known, Leto, you should have given him another Axie rant."
"It's not as simple as you think. The chance of releasing the Axif Seal three times on the same target in a short period of time is too great. Now that he has precautions in his mind, it is easier for him to fail the spell."
Seeing Roy's slightly disappointed look, Lesso shook his head,
"Little devil, calm down and be patient. A clever hunter will wait and wait until the best time to strike the prey with a fatal blow, and gain the greatest sense of accomplishment."
isn't it? The witcher is desperately trying to solve problems for others, is it just for life? They are also chasing the sense of accomplishment after completing the commission.
Perhaps Seville apologized for his uncooperative attitude. The dinner for the two was extremely rich, with all kinds of water swimming, flying in the sky, running on the ground, as well as many Mahakan specialties, and a variety of delicacies to see It was dazzling, and it was the best meal Roy had eaten since he passed through.
When the bright moon rose and Roy hiccupped and left from Sevier's mansion, most of his dissatisfaction was relieved.
"Little devil, come to my room first when you go back to the tavern."
"What's wrong?"
"Continue the study of monster traces that you didn't teach during the day. You personally participated in the first commission today, just strike while the iron is hot and learn a little more."
The two of them were talking, they left the wealthy area and walked into a dark, quiet alley. Suddenly, a guy in a black cloak rushed in front of them.
Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and it could be seen that he was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, with an ugly scar the length of an index finger under his right eye, and his tone was full of frenzy and anger.
"Innocent people, see Tavik's atrocities clearly! The revolution will surely win!" After speaking, he stuffed a notice into Roy's hands, quickly plunged into the darkness, and disappeared without a trace.
Roy took the notice to the moonlight and let the drunken Letso read it out for him, "Vernon Ryan, the great revolutionary leader of Edsberg, ran for the good of the people, but was killed by the cruel Tavi. Baron Ke captured and imprisoned for three months."
"Everyone with a good conscience, please gather at the Prophet's Square in Rebioda at 3:00 pm tomorrow to participate in the protest march!"
"The pioneers of the revolution are immortal, and the flames of purity will burn the rotten and ignorant baronies!