God-level Demon Hunter

Ignatio stared straight at the witcher, silent.

"Sir, if you want to completely solve the family's misfortune, then please don't hide anything. We can assure you that we will never disclose the privacy of the Lelewis family."

Ignacio sighed and sat down on the sofa, "He is my illegitimate son."

"An illegitimate child?" Roy wondered, and asked, "Where is the mother of the child? We haven't seen your wife since we entered the castle."

"He doesn't have a mother, and I don't have a wife." Ignatius shook his fingers holding the sofa.

"Sir—"

"Okay, let me tell you, I'll tell you everything!" Ignatius roared uncontrollably, and then there was a knock on the door and Grant's butler asked, "Master, are you all right?"

Ignatius ordered impatiently, "Liv, go outside and don't let anyone get close!"

The dazed maid led the order to leave, leaving only the two witchers and the Baron of White Orchard in the living room.

"No one is bothering you now." Jazz hooked Roy, "Remember your promise, demon hunter, never reveal this secret to anyone outside Amavet Castle—"

"Don't worry, Sir, solve your problem, we will leave White Orchard immediately."

Ignacio clenched his fists, his expression changed, and he hesitated for a long time. Before Roy's patience was about to disappear, he finally lowered his voice and said, "To be honest... the child who died in childbirth was not my child, but my mother Mary's illegitimate child .”

Roy's expression froze, and then he suddenly realized, "That's right, it is recorded on the tombstone that Mary died of dystocia. Now it seems that the baby in the unnamed coffin is exactly that poor child."

"Mother became pregnant after father's death..." Ignacio raised his head abruptly, his eyes swept over the two of them, a trace of madness appeared on his face, "Demon hunter, do you think it's perverted and ridiculous?"

"No...you have misunderstood..." Roy and Lei Suo looked calm. "This is the internal affairs of the Viriles family. As outsiders, we are not qualified to judge... In short, you are happy."

Mrs. Mary, her husband has passed away, and she can't hold back her loneliness to find another concubine and have a child.

In Roy's view, it was not surprising. After all, the family style of nobles had always been so messy. On this point, King Foltest of Temeria had already set a further "example".

But the son fell in love with the same sex, and the mother cheated... Is there no normal person in Ignacio Villeres' relatives?

Roy has a vague feeling that all the strange phenomena of this family are inseparable from the so-called "birthmarks" on their bodies, and he still needs to dig further.

"There are many demon spirits in the tomb of the Villiers family. How did the remains of Mrs. Mary be brought into the tomb for burial?"

"There were only one or two ends before, and the soldiers in the castle were enough to handle it. Most of the demon spirits appeared after my mother was buried," Ignacio explained, "Then Colgrim came, and he asked for a trial."

The witcher was silent.

"About Mrs. Mary, the father of the dead child..." Lei Suo asked further,

"Demon hunter! Please..." Ignatius' voice became hoarse and dry, "Stop torturing me with words!"

"Sir Ignatius..." Roy sighed, "It seems that you need to rest and adjust." He changed his voice, "If possible, let me see your family tree, and we will find a way to find clues. "

……

Top floor bedroom.

"Thank you two masters, don't let others see." Ignatius handed a parchment scroll taken out of the safe to the witcher, his face was full of fatigue, "I'm sorry, I need to rest now. Grant , entertain the two masters well for me, and try to satisfy their requirements."

Although Grant was curious about his master's expression as if he was seriously ill, he abided by his duty, didn't ask a single word, and thoughtfully closed the bedroom door for Ignacio.

"This way, please," Grant flicked the key in his hand, "Now the two of you can go to check the basement."

Afterwards, a group of people entered the dark and spacious basement through the wooden ladder extending downwards through the secret door of the kitchen, and the housekeeper lit a torch for illumination.

"Hmm..." the witcher's nose moved, "What are they, moldy?" Old clothes, tattered armor, old furniture, rags, covered with dust and cobwebs, all kinds of sundries piled up There are hills and hills that can't be seen at a glance.

"Amavit Castle's debris has accumulated here for decades, and it has not been taken care of for a long time." The housekeeper fanned the dust and odor lingering in front of his nose,

He led Lei Suo to search for the lost blueprint of the Snake School.

Roy, on the other hand, began to browse through the family tree of the Virileis family. The yellowed parchment scroll had a faint strange smell, and his hands sank slightly.

"Well, let me see, in the spring of 1134, the ancestors of the Viriles family came to the White Orchard in the east of Vizima in Temeria. Tsk tsk, at this point in time, the castle of Amavit is still barren, and the distance from It's been only two hundred years since the birth of the demon hunter, which is a long time ago."

"In 1150, the Amavite Fortress was established east of the White Orchard. The couple Leon and Jennifer Viriles gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, in the following year."

Roy glanced at the family history, then at the family tree that branched like a branch.

"Leon and Jennifer, the first ancestors of the Viriles family, jointly created the Viriles family."

"In 1154, the two had another child. So the second generation of the Virileis family has three children in total."

Leon and Jennifer are at the top of the pyramid, and the descending family tree is divided into three parts, like the branches of a big tree, getting wider and more luxuriant.

"After the three children of the second generation grew up, the girl among the twins, Sarah Villiers, married her son-in-law, Richardson Villiers, and gave birth to a daughter, Lanny, and a son, Franz. "

Their bloodline is located at the very center of the family tree, and they can be called the core members of the Virileis family, serving as the head of the family.

"And the remaining two boys of the second generation intermarried with foreigners and still live in Amavite Castle." These two branches are located on the left and right sides of the family tree, and their family status is obviously inferior to that of Sarah Villiers

"It's weird." The dark gold's pupils showed doubts.

Aristocratic families don’t pay more attention to male heirs. Why should Sarah Viriles be placed in the center of the family tree, but the two boys are placed next to the family tree?

Keep looking down——

"In the third generation, Sarah's son Franz fell to his death in an accident when he was six years old. Sarah's daughter Lanny married another son-in-law at the age of 32 and gave birth to a youngest daughter, Mary Villeret. Si... and the collateral line still intermarries with the outside world, spreading branches and leaves, and the number of offspring is obviously more than Sarah's line, and the bloodline is more vigorous."

It is manifested on the family tree, that is, the two sides are broad and flourishing, while the central lineage remains unchanged, even withering and narrowing.

Until the third generation, the entire Virireth family was buried in the huge family vault after death.

But to the fourth generation, that is, the generation of Sir Ignatius' parents, Mary Villiers, and her son-in-law John Villiers.

Members of the other two branches in the castle left White Orchard one after another, and settled in Vizima in the west, or in Aden in the far east.

Only Mary of the fourth generation and her husband, Ignacio of the fifth generation, remained of Viriles in the castle.

"The two Virireths who moved out of the castle... do they have marks of witchcraft?"

Roy went through the family tree from beginning to end again, and suddenly discovered an astonishing fact. According to the records in the family tree, all members of the Ignacio family died of illness or accident, and none of them died.

In contrast, the encounters of the other two teams were much more normal.

"Is this a coincidence, or is it the effect of the witchcraft brand?"

After the fourth generation John and Mary gave birth to Ignatius, he lost the ability to have offspring, and later died of tuberculosis.

John Villeres and Mary Villeres are the only sons of the current owner.

"Jazz is the only child of the family, but his parents have both passed away, his son hanged himself, and he is alone, and because of excessive drinking, he has lost his fertility. I am afraid that the blood of the family will be broken in his hands."

Roy thought of Ignatius' past absurd behavior, and step by step he turned into today's miserable appearance - is it possible that the imprint is affecting his mind?

The young man fell into deep thought, but Lei Suo came to him at some point, holding a blueprint of animal skin in his hand - the long-lost silver sword forging blueprint of Viper School.

Roy took the blueprint into the space after looking at it for a while.

Then he expressed his doubts.

"According to what you said, there is indeed something strange. Why did the second generation of the Viriles family choose their daughter Sarah Viriles to inherit the position of the head of the family, and the two males were marginalized instead? This has to be asked Ask Ignatio."

"As for the brand of witchcraft," the bald man rubbed his rough chin, "my intuition tells me that only Ignatius and his immediate family members are affected, and have the innate 'birthmark'. The members of the two nearby branches are not affected. influences."

"That's why members of Ignacio's branch will die in their old age, and their offspring are generally rare, at most one son and one daughter, and there will be only one heir for several generations."

"In contrast, the next two branches, the offspring will be much more prosperous."

"Unfortunate death, severing offspring? Is the mark of witchcraft some kind of curse?" Roy thought thoughtfully,

"I've never seen the same type of curse," Lei Suo said with a serious face, "Even the priest of the God of Ominous Omen has no ability to let the curse pass down through the bloodline from generation to generation."

"Not even the God of Omen?" Roy was silent for a moment. "Where are the more powerful warlocks and spellcasters? Ignacio's ancestors offended them, so they were cursed?"

"Then we need more clues to understand Yita's ancestry."

Chapter 13 Ghost Dust in the Attic

The night in the Amavite Fortress was quite cold. Ignacio's puffy body was wrapped in a thick cotton wool coat, holding a cowhide hot water bottle in both hands, still shrinking his neck and shivering.

He threw several sticks of firewood into the fireplace in a row, and the yellow flames rose up, making the fire more intense, and only then did he feel his whole body warm up.

"I don't hide from the two masters. From the generation of my ancestors Jennifer and Leon, the family rules have been established. The Amavite Castle is in charge of women." Ignacio looked at the two demon hunters on the opposite sofa People, now there are only three of them in the entire top bedroom.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the specific reasons cannot be tested. But when I was a child, I heard my mother say...the establishment of this family rule is to commemorate the outstanding contribution made by Jennifer Villiers in the establishment of the family."

Roy pondered for a moment, the rules were weird, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

He poked the back of his head with his finger, and motioned to Ignacio, "Then, do the other two members of the Viriles family have brand...birthmarks?"

"You two should have guessed it," Sir replied decisively, "They didn't. When I was five or six years old, there were still a small number of collaterals living in the castle. I checked them out of curiosity, and there were more than a dozen of them, all of them in different bodies. Any birthmarks, I'm sure."

"Mary also mentioned to me that the birthmark is unique to our branch," Ignacio looked at the ceiling with a hint of pride on his face, "it's a gift, a lucky birthmark."

Lucky birthmark?

This answer was beyond the expectations of the witcher.

What they thought was a vicious curse was actually a kind of gift in Elder Ignacio's mouth?

It's ironic.

"Both of you, you don't look very well," Jazz's heart tightened. "Is there something wrong with this birthmark? Yes, you seem to have mentioned it before?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, Leto and I have the exact opposite opinion of yours. This kind of birthmark is by no means a good symbol..."

The witcher recounted his own analysis, and after Sir finished listening, his swollen cheeks trembled and he said in a trembling voice,

"According to the two...my...my ancestors were cursed by a powerful magician, so this birthmark appeared on their body...the birthmark was passed on to future generations along with the blood? The ultimate goal is...to wipe out our family ... extinct?"

"Otherwise..." Roy asked back, "How can you explain that, except for yours, the two next to you have no birthmarks on their bodies, and the population is much more prosperous?"

Ignacio was slightly distracted, he couldn't imagine that what he had been instilled by his parents since he was sensible had the exact opposite truth.

The birthmark that I am proud of is really a curse used by a wizard to hurt mortals?

"How is this possible, why is Mary trying to trick me?"

Ignacio slumped on the sofa, still in disbelief.

"Have you never doubted it, sir?" Roy's eyes pierced into the heart, "It is clearly recorded in the family tree of Viriles that the branch you belong to will not end well in old age? You never questioned this Unreliable claim - lucky birthmark? What luck does it give you?"

"I think it's bad luck!"

Ignacio thought about it carefully. In his life, it seemed that he hadn't had great luck. On the contrary—the relatives around him died one after another. As a result, he was willing to degenerate, drinking heavily day and night, and completely ruining his health.

Even future generations cannot continue.

"Two masters," Ignatius shook his head with a bitter face, "I am the Baron of White Orchard, a nobleman, but also a mortal... I have never been exposed to warlocks, witchcraft... I can't compare these two things. Get in touch."

"If you don't understand, it doesn't mean that other people are also confused. Sir, the two generations of collateral members of the family have all left the castle, and they may have discovered something strange."

"Yes, but why didn't they warn me?"

"How do I know? You have to ask your parents."

But Mary and John were gone, and there was a moment of silence in the bedroom.

"This birthmark...is it really... really a curse?" Ignatius pleaded, "How can I get rid of it? Please help me?"

"I have never seen such a powerful curse," the bald man said regretfully. "The only way to break it is to find the original caster of the curse."

"Master..." Ignacio's voice suddenly became tense, "100 years have passed since my first generation of ancestors, is the person who cast the curse still alive?"

"Don't use common sense to judge spellcasters. There are many warlocks over a hundred years old..." Leto tapped his fingers on the table regularly, "Sir, the man behind the scenes may be monitoring your family's movements somewhere."

"I have fulfilled all your requests. The blueprints are returned to their original owners, and I sincerely kowtow to Master Kolgrim. I hope you two will keep your promise and help me find the real culprit behind this as soon as possible."

"If you are willing to cooperate, we will try our best to help you." Roy paused, "Take us to check the rooms on the upper floor of the castle. Your deceased relatives used to live in it, right?"

The Jazz hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I hope you two will act softly, and don't destroy my family's relics."

……

In the middle of the night, all the servants in the Amavite Castle fell asleep, and he dismissed the servants who were in charge of taking care of Ignacio. Now only the lowest floor of the entire castle has soldiers on duty at night.

This kind of quietness was exactly what Ignatius wanted, and he took a kerosene lamp and led the two witchers out of the bedroom.The corridors were dimly lit, and except for a single oil lamp hanging outside each bedroom door to illuminate a narrow area nearby, it was mostly dark.

The light from the oil lamp cast the shadows of the three onto the wall, which looked unusually huge and hideous.

There was a faint sound of insects coming in from outside the window, accompanied by a series of "tap, tap, tap" footsteps echoing in the corridor, and a cool wind lingered, blowing from one end of the corridor to the other, sending out bursts of strange whimpers, as if A woman's sob.

Ignatius stopped outside a door, "This is Mary Villeres' room."

The witcher nodded, and the room closest to the Jazz's bedroom belonged to his mother.

"crunch-"

"This room has not been lived in since Mary passed away two years ago, but servants come to clean it every week." Ignacio looked melancholy and somewhat nostalgic, "Master, be careful not to break anything."