God-level Demon Hunter

The room was unexpectedly clean and simple, with no extra decorations. On the wall opposite the soft big bed, there was a striking bust of Mary Villeres.

Mrs. Mary in the portrait is probably in her thirties, at her most mature and glamorous age.A head of thick brown hair is tied back, the face is slightly narrow and long, the chin is a bit pointed, and the eyebrows are light and long.

The black eyes are big and energetic, and a palm-sized flower earring hangs on the right earlobe.Her lips were slightly thick with gorgeous rose red lipstick, and a beauty mole on the lower right side added a bit of charm.

At this moment, her expression is calm, her chin is slightly raised, and she is full of confidence.

The most amazing thing is that her dress is not at all like a dignified noble lady, it is too gorgeous and unrestrained.

The upper body is a small lace vest with a bright yellow print, which sets off the beautiful waist and abdomen lines.The lower body is an elegant ruffled skirt, layered on top of each other, imprinted with eye-catching and exaggerated bright colors, as well as various mysterious plant patterns.

She is like a flame full of mystery, people can't take their eyes off.

"Gypsy girl..." This adjective spontaneously popped out of Roy's mind, but he immediately laughed and shook his head, "Gypsies don't exist in the world of witchers. It's just that Mary Villiers' appearance is really... ..."

"Sir Ignatius, with all due respect, Lady Mary's beauty is impressive."

"Of course..." Ignatius gently stroked the edge of the portrait, his eyes fascinated, "This is the excellent blood of the Viriles family, inherited from his grandmother's amazing beauty. It is no exaggeration to say that Virile The women of the Reese family are more than enough to compete in any country's beauty pageant."

Ignatius continued to admire the portrait, while the witcher began to search the room. After half an hour, there were scattered books on the bookshelf, wardrobe, dressing table, pillows and quilts on the bed, the dark area under the bed, the floor, and the walls. , and even the area behind the portrait of Mrs. Mary, the witcher has searched all over, and there is no hidden space.

"Sure enough..." Ignacio breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "Mary doesn't know anything about it."

"Be quiet, don't talk." Lei Suo suddenly closed his eyes and listened carefully.

"What did you find?"

"The sound of the wind," the big man raised his index finger and pointed upwards. "Empty behind the ceiling?"

"Yes, there is an attic behind the ceiling." Ignacio said calmly, "Every room has it."

The demon hunter nodded, "Can you check?"

"As you wish."

……

Soon, Roy, who was lighter, climbed up to the ten-high ceiling with the ladder brought from the utility room, pushed open a trap door, and entered a small dark room.

There was a double wooden bed in the corner of the dark room. A shutter was opened on the wall of the wooden bed, and a faint cold air drifted in from the outside.There was also a red quilt to keep out the cold on the wooden bed, covered with dust.

"There's a bed in the attic. Could it be that Marie Villeres sometimes climbs up to sleep?" He leaned over, the floor creaked and it didn't sound so solid. "Is this a special hobby of nobles?"

Roy quickly searched the dark room, and found a small pile of suspicious dust somewhere on the floor.This is no ordinary dust, with a faint smell of human ashes, each grain showing a strange emerald green.

The witcher is all too familiar.

Roy's heart skipped a beat, "Why is there a bed and ghost dust above Mary Villiers' bedroom?"

After a while, Roy went down to the bedroom again and informed the two of the results.

"It's less than one-tenth of the amount, and most of it has been blown away by the wind. But it's enough to show—" Leso glanced at Ignacio, "There was once a A demon spirit. How did it come in from the outside without disturbing anyone?"

"The shutters in the dark room... demon spirits can enter the castle from the outside along the shutters." Roy pondered, "I have another idea, whether this pile of evil ghost dust came from the female who escaped from the tomb Demon, she returned to the bedroom where she was alive, and was wiped out?"

The hearts of the two demon hunters moved, which made sense. The demon spirit that Mary turned into after death returned to the bedroom where she was alive because of some leftover obsessions and instincts...

But here comes another problem,

"No one in this castle can kill a banshee," Roy was confident based on the observation results, "unless the banshee committed suicide."

On the other side, Ignacio could hear the souls of the dead profusely, dripping with cold sweat. He could not believe that there were ghosts moving almost right next to his bed.

"Sir Ignatius, don't worry," Leto comforted, "Although we don't know who did it, this demon spirit has been completely wiped out and can't hurt you."

"No! Master...can you check my bedroom first."

……

"Sir Ignatius, congratulations, your bedroom is free of ghosts."

"Not in the attic on the ceiling?"

"Yeah, not there either, we promise."

Ignacio breathed a sigh of relief, but he would not be safe for a moment until he got a thorough understanding of the matter, "Come here, masters, and continue to search John and Florian's room."

……

"There is nothing unusual about your father and son's house."

Ignatius was like a wind-up pocket watch, unable to stop for a moment, and continued to lead the witcher to search the bedrooms where his grandfather's generation and great-grandfather's generation once lived.It is also the residence of the second and third generations of the Virileis family.

When the witcher finished searching the four rooms, a cock crowed from the castle courtyard.Before you know it, it's time for the servants to get up.

"It's really hard for the two masters to work all night. I'll send someone to prepare breakfast immediately." Ignacio yawned, and the dark circles under his pupils became thicker.Although there were still two bedrooms to be searched, his weak body could not hold on.

Roy waved his hand, "You don't need to worry about us, go rest, we will find Grant if necessary."

For a witcher, a night without sleep has no effect, they are still refreshed and uplifted.

So far, the two have searched a total of seven rooms, all of which belong to the immediate members of the Villiers family: Ignacio's great-grandfather, great-grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, father Sir John, mother Lady Mary, Ignacio and his Son Florian.

"Evil spirit dust, there are three places in total." Roy analyzed the existing information, "Mrs. Mary, Sir's grandmother, and the attic of the great-grandmother's bedroom."

The places where evil spirit dust is found are all women's rooms without exception!

No trace was found in the men's room in the family.

"Coincidence? No, there must be some connection."

In addition, the witcher saw the portraits of these three women. Their beauty was different, but their temperaments were somewhat similar. They smiled confidently, and their dark and deep eyes revealed a touch of mystery.

This wonderful coincidence comes from the way their families reproduce their offspring—women hold power, recruit son-in-laws, and pass down the family rules from generation to generation. Until Ignacio’s generation, there were no female heirs.

It can only be inherited by him.

The witcher had faintly discovered some kind of pattern, but it hadn't been confirmed yet.

"After searching the two rooms of the founders of the Viriles family, Leon Viriles and Jennifer Viriles, I feel that there will be a major breakthrough."

Chapter 14 Mirror

"squeak--"

The door was slowly pushed open, accompanied by a burst of gum-sick rubbing and dust blowing on their faces, the two demon hunters had to restrain their movements and carefully cover the door.

"The founder of the Viriles family, Jennifer Viriles..." Roy looked around, the room looked like an antique in disrepair, and traces of time could be seen everywhere: the mottled walls were cracked , the old floor surface was corroded to reveal patches of black marks, and the bed, wardrobe and other furniture were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Obviously, it has been left unattended for a long time, but shallow and messy footprints can still be seen on the dust on the ground, obviously someone has come in.

"Ignacio doesn't even take good care of his ancestor's room... Maybe he only cares about Mrs. Mary." Roy turned his eyes to the center of the left wall, which is exactly the same as the previous rooms, with the owner of the room hanging bust.He walked over and gently wiped off the dust on the surface of the portrait, and suddenly a bright and beautiful female image came into view.

Maybe it's a genetic problem. The women in Ignacio's branch are more beautiful than the other.Jennifer Villeres is also in this list, she is very beautiful and attracts people's attention.

"Little devil, look at the eyeballs popping out again! Go check the bookshelf, Mrs. Jennifer may have recorded the spellcaster." Leto said, rummaging through the box, he did not check the dark room on the ceiling—— Ignacio's first-generation ancestors, Jennifer and Leon Viriles, didn't deliberately build an attic behind the bedroom ceiling, so naturally they couldn't find the strange pile of evil spirit dust.

Roy walked to the bookshelf, turned his eyes to the side, the sky outside the window began to break dawn, and a faint arc like an egg yolk appeared.He squinted his eyes and glanced at the bookshelf from the corner of his eyes. There were about a dozen books on it, all covered with dust and inconspicuous.

""Poetry of the Moon"..." He took out a copy and brushed off the dust on the surface, and opened it casually, "When the moonlight is full, it is the time when the passion blooms... Well, the founder of the Virileis family is A poetry lover."

Roy himself doesn't love poetry, but he doesn't hate it either.Which young man doesn't have a suave bard dream?As Dandelion, with his handsome appearance, poetic talent, and fluent tongue, he sows seeds all over the world, and even dares to give a hat to the Duke of Toussaint.

"I need to supplement my knowledge of poetry and find out a few songs that are suitable for Coral's beautiful voice. When the time comes..."

Dispelling the beautiful thoughts in his mind, Roy quickly flipped through, checked, and chased any artificial notes in the pages of the book.But it is a pity that this Mrs. Jennifer probably does not have the habit of taking notes in reading, and there is no trace of ink left in the whole book.

"Let me see," he said as he prepared to look for the next book, ""Winter Tundra", "The North Wind of Temeria", "Praise of Love"... all twelve books are poems, which one should I choose? Roy glanced to the end, "What do I see!? It seems that a strange book has been mixed in, "The Eternal Goddess"? Isn't this a religious book?"

Roy took it out from the bookshelf. This tome has a solemn black hard case. He remembered seeing it once in the library of the Temple of Meritelli.

"Depicting the Faith of the Goddess Melitelli."

"A book describing religion is mixed into a pile of poems...it's weird." Roy opened the book, and soon found an unexpected discovery, a yellow and old note with a row of vague and beautiful handwriting on it .

"Goddess of Mercy, if you truly exist in the world, please have mercy on your devout believers! Heal her aging body!" This line of text is written in a common language, which is easy to understand.

The general idea is that an old and fading woman is telling her desire to the goddess Meritelli.But her desire is obviously unrealistic. The priests of the goddess will help those in difficulty and treat the seriously ill and injured, but they will not and cannot intervene in the normal aging process of mortals.

"This woman is Jennifer? She can't face the reality with her heart? But how can it be so easy to cure aging?" Roy continued to turn backwards, frowning. He found a large missing page, and it was torn off violently. The tear is rough and extremely uneven.

Roy could feel the man's anger at the time.

Not long after that, he found another note.But the content on the note is extremely weird,

"Blood of the Sun!!! Blood of the Sun!!! Blood of the Sun!!!" The handwriting was deep and pierced through the back of the paper, reflecting the extremely excited mood of the person who left the note.

Roy fell into deep thought, "Both these two notes are left by Jennifer Villiers? What does the blood of the sun mean?"

"Roy!" Leto suddenly yelled, waking him up from his contemplation.

Roy could only temporarily put down the note and hurried over, "Did you find anything?"

"I searched all the rooms, and found no hidden compartments or traps, but there is one thing that is very strange. Look carefully..."

Roy's eyes kept moving along the direction of the big man's fingers, and passed over the bed, drawers, hangers, wardrobe...

"What's strange?"

"It seems that Rita Nieder hasn't taught you how to understand women..." Reso crossed his arms and shook his head, "Let me give you a hint, the owner of this room, Jennifer Villiers, is not only a woman, but also a woman." A beauty with outstanding appearance. But there is something missing in her room!"

"You mean?" Roy propped his chin in thought for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Mirror!"

"That's right, the rooms we checked before, including the bedroom of the man Ignacio, have a full-length mirror. Don't you find it strange that there is no mirror in the residence of a beauty like Jennifer?" Leso said with certainty , "I tell you from the perspective of someone who has experienced it, as long as they are normal women, no matter whether they are beautiful or ugly, they all need a mirror. Unless—"

"Unless she doesn't want to see herself in the mirror!" Roy said, showing the two notes to Lei Suo,

"If the owner of the note was Jennifer, then she must have been very old at the time, so old that she didn't want to see her face in the mirror. But she was unwilling to lose her youth and beauty, so she made a wish to the goddess Melitelli It's a pity that these are all illusory things, and the goddess will not intervene in the normal aging process of a mortal."

Lei Suo stared at the repeated writing on another note, "The Goddess will not help her, but the blood of the sun can! Do you remember the detailed use of the blood of the sun? What kind of potion can this herbal medicine make? "

"Universal antidote." Roy replied. Originally, there was a sun's blood in his private space, but he used it in Brokleon.

"more than--"

"There's also... Wan Ling Beauty Pill."

"The Wanling Beauty Pill can greatly prolong the lifespan and keep people youthful until death. But it is obvious that Jennifer Villiers did not get the blood of the sun and the Wanling Beauty Pill until she died. There will be such a big resentment." The amber eyes at the corner of Lei Suo's mouth are shining, "I have some ideas, Roy, sometimes-"

The witcher's tone was inexplicably sighed, and he turned his eyes to the window. At this time, the sun had risen in the sky, casting a ray of light, which was extremely dazzling. "Women will pay any price for beauty."

"Jennifer Villeres must have a secret!"

"But after searching all the rooms, where is she most likely to hide her secret?"

"Mirror?" Roy's dark golden eyes sparkled, "If I were her, I would seal the secret with the mirror."

……

"Mirror?" Butler Grant looked at the two witchers in surprise. He became more and more suspicious that their motives were not pure. First, he made his master look like he was seriously ill, and now he made such harsh demands.

"100 years have passed, who can find the mirror used by the ancestor?" But Grant still remembered his master's instructions, "Sorry, two masters, I really don't know the whereabouts of this thing, I think it should be in the It was disposed of a long time ago."

"Look for it again, it's very important. It should still be in the castle..." Leto said uncertainly.

"The master may have to ask the master face to face..." Grant said rigidly, "I will notify you when the master wakes up."

The witcher didn't wake up Sir Ignatius right away, Leto decided to search the side rooms and the basement again, and Roy quietly left the Amavette Castle.

"Mrs. Mary's coffin was checked before. Now you go to the Villiers Family Vault to check the coffins of the other three women, Ignacio's grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-grandmother Jennifer. Make sure that the bodies of the three of them are still there .”

In this way, the two demon hunters split into two groups and acted separately.

……

After the two of them finished their work, Ignatius came to his senses and met them again on the top floor.

"Great-grandmother's mirror? To tell you the truth, I still have some impressions." Ignacio recalled, "When I was young, Mary mentioned to me that the mirror left by my great-grandmother was made by her with a special Commemorative significance. This mirror is specially kept by the female family members of the family. After the death of the great-grandmother, it was passed to the great-grandmother, and the great-grandmother passed to the grandmother, and the grandmother passed to my mother. It is equivalent to a family heirloom." Ignacio asked curiously, "Could it be Is there something weird about this mirror?"

Roy nodded, "Where is the mirror?"

"Speaking of which, the two masters have seen it before." Ignatius suddenly revealed a trace of sadness, "It's in Florian's room."

"what?"

"After Florian passed away, my mother, Mary, prepared to leave his room for her next child. Mary had a premonition that the child would be a girl, and the mirror was also prepared for her. But I didn't expect the child to die unexpectedly, and Mary also Didn't make it through the dystocia."

"My condolences, sir, we will help you undo the bad luck that haunts your body."

"hope so."

Ignatius led the two to Florian's room quickly, and then they saw the mirror next to the wardrobe.The two demon hunters had actually checked the mirror before and found nothing abnormal.

"Maybe the inspection method is wrong..." Roy moved closer.This mirror is as tall as a person, rectangular in shape as a whole, as thick as the surface of a palm, with slightly inward-contracting arcs on both sides, and platinum-gold copper borders on all sides.The mirror surface is smooth and flat, and it doesn't look like it has experienced 200 years.

mirror