Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Monget opened the study door and walked out. He went to the next room to look for the white mask. However, he didn't find the white mask after looking around. Instead, he saw the annoying little girl sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Where is the white mask?" Mongt asked with a frown.

"He left, and he asked me to give this to you." The little girl handed the wrinkled letter in her hand to Mongert.

Monget looked at the little girl suspiciously, then took the letter and began to read.

But his expression turned ugly as he read on, because in the letter, White Mask asked him to take care of the little girl, and White Mask also wrote down his bank account number and password. The meaning of this was obvious, White Mask was asking for help.

"Is that guy crazy?" Mongt knew that White Mask must have discovered something, but he went to face the danger alone. This letter felt like a will.

"Didn't the fellow tell me where he was going?" Monget asked viciously.

"I...maybe I went to meet Viscount Rose." said the little girl fearfully.

"When did he leave?"

"last night……"

"Then why don't you say it!"

"I knocked on the door, but you were sleeping too soundly..." The little girl looked aggrieved.

Monget scratched his hair in annoyance. However, due to his trust in the noble qualities, he did not think there would be any danger for White Mask to meet Viscount Rose.

So after worrying for a while, Mengte said to the little girl: "I'm hungry, go and cook!"

"Yes!" The little girl got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

And Monget stopped staring at the little girl. He was feeling very confused and needed to calm down.

On the other side, White Mask had already arrived at the Viscount Rose's residence under the cover of night. It took him a long time to get here, after all, the area where Viscount Rose was located was quite far from the villa area. Not only did he have to avoid patrolling troops along the way, he also had to run on his own two pairs of flesh legs. So when he arrived here, he was also exhausted.

However, looking at the large manor in front of him, White Mask knew that the truth should be right in front of him.

The guard at the gate of the manor suddenly became nervous when he saw the white mask. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at the white mask and asked, "Who are you! Take off the mask!"

"I am White Mask, and I want to see the Viscount."

The guard looked at him suspiciously, but still notified the gardener nearby to report the situation.

White Mask stood outside and waited calmly. He waited for about 20 minutes and received the invitation from the Viscount.

So he entered the manor under the guidance of the guards.

There were all kinds of flowers blooming in the manor, but they looked a little droopy, probably due to the bad weather before. It might take some time for them to grow straight again. And now it was autumn, so it was unknown how long these flowers could live.

After passing through the large garden, White Mask came to a reception room.

"Cough cough cough cough~"

Before he entered the door, he heard a violent cough coming from inside.

"The Viscount is ill. I hope you won't disturb him for too long." The guard reminded as he opened the door.

"Yes." The man in the white mask nodded and entered the reception room. The guard did not go in, but closed the door considerately.

As soon as White Mask entered the reception room, he was attracted by the low-key and luxurious decoration inside. His feet stepped on the soft carpet, and he felt like he was stepping on the clouds. Although he had met many big shots, he had never seen anyone as rich as Viscount Rose.

White Mask couldn't help but look around a few times, and finally he looked at a gentleman sitting on the sofa.

The gentleman's hair and beard were already gray, but even though he was no longer young, he still exuded a unique charm. White Mask thought that Viscount Rose must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Viscount Rose smiled slightly when he saw the White Mask. "Mr. White Mask, the famous mystery novelist, I am also a fan of your books. I wonder what kind of story you are going to tell me today?"

White Mask bowed slightly, then quickly walked to the opposite side of the Viscount and sat down.

"I am here today to pursue the truth, and I may do something offensive. I hope you don't mind!" The man in the white mask looked aggressive.

But the Viscount didn't care after seeing it. "It seems that you have found something interesting. Can you tell me about it? I'm happy to be a listener."

"Do you know this police officer?" The man in the white mask took out a black and white photo. The person in the photo was the little girl's brother.

"I know him. He is a police officer with a strong sense of justice. When he was not yet a police officer, I was moved by his sense of justice and donated a lot to him. But recently I heard that he seemed to have died in the line of duty. This is really a pity." The Viscount showed a look of regret on his face, and his expression did not seem to be acted.

"Haha, if blowing up hundreds of people can be considered righteous, then some serial killers can be compared to saints!" The white mask sneered. "Tell me! Why did you instruct him to blow up the chemical plant?"

The words of the white mask instantly made the Viscount stop smiling. Instead of answering him, the Viscount fell into a strange silence.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the White Mask continued, "The guy who blew up the factory was a cultist. As a cultist, he should have known clearly that the order of the rituals could not be disrupted. He didn't kill Victim No. 72, but went straight past him to kill Victim No. 73."

"And if a cultist could abandon the order of the ritual and do something, then it must be that there was an external force influencing him. In addition, the policeman recently received a huge sum of money, so I have reason to suspect that he must have been instructed by someone to blow up the chemical plant."

"That policeman's social circle is very small, and there aren't many people who can afford to give him such a huge sum of money. As his benefactor, you are the most suspicious person."

"Perhaps he interrupted the ceremony in order to repay your kindness." White Mask said, staring at Viscount Rose.

"Do you have any evidence for what you say?" asked the Viscount.

"There is no evidence, so I came here to verify it. I don't plan to go back alive, so please give me the truth!" The man in the white mask had a firm look in his eyes and he was ready to die.

“……” The Viscount looked at the white mask and suddenly laughed.

"Do you know what the greatest harm is to a noble?"

The white mask thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Is it the loss of honor? Or the deprivation of wealth? Or the decline of status?"

"Hahaha! You are right, but there is actually one most important point. That is the extinction of family inheritance." A trace of hatred flashed across the Viscount's expression.

White Mask was also shocked when he heard this. He suddenly remembered that the Viscount didn't seem to have any offspring?

"When I was young, my wife gave birth to a son for me, but unfortunately, the child was too weak and died at the age of three months. I was sad for a long time because of this."

"I came out of the shadows later and wanted to have a second child, but I despairingly discovered that I seemed... unable to conceive again."

"At first I thought it was my wife's problem, so I found some lovers, but those lovers were also silent. It was only then that I realized the problem. I knew there was something wrong with me. At that time, I simply thought that all this was my problem and had nothing to do with others. I fell into depression for a long time because of this."

"I then looked for various methods to treat my condition, but to no avail."

"As the saying goes, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly. After my health problems began, my rose garden also had some problems. Even after careful cultivation, those flowers could not reach the level of the past. As a result, my income also plummeted. I had no choice but to give up the high-end aristocratic market and target the mid-range market."

"As my wealth declined, my status among the aristocracy also suffered. Not only that, but they also discovered that I was infertile. At that moment, I became the laughing stock of everyone."

"I almost lost everything in an instant!" Viscount Rose slowly stood up. Although his expression was calm, the white mask could feel the hatred from the bottom of his heart.

"This...is all this related to the chemical plant?" The White Mask seemed to have figured something out.

"That's right. Before I knew this, I just felt that I was incompetent. I even suspected that I was cursed by someone. For this reason, I was superstitious about metaphysics for a long time. But unfortunately, those metaphysical masters did not solve my problem. After experiencing despair for too long, I was a little numb. At that time, I had actually let it go, and everything was not important to me." The Viscount sighed. That period of time was the only relatively peaceful time for him.

"After I let it go, I started to help some young people with potential. Maybe because I don't have any offspring, when I see those talented young people, I always feel an irresistible admiration for them."

"And this police officer is the one I admire the most. His parents died at sea, and he and his sister were the only ones left in his family. But even in such a difficult situation, he did not give up. He began to teach himself and took the police exam. I have seen his test paper, and he is fully qualified to become a police officer. It's just that due to some upper-level rules, he didn't have this opportunity. I didn't want him to have any regrets, so I helped him."

"That kid is really good. He has a virtue that others don't have. After becoming a police officer, he didn't try to curry favor with the nobles, but helped the poor. It is precisely because of this that I admire him even more."

"I often invite him here as a guest, and after seeing my metaphysical books, he was deeply fascinated by them." The Viscount looked a little sad.

"Strictly speaking, the child was also influenced by those books when he founded the cult. But when I found out, it was too late." The Viscount shook his head.

"Maybe it was because he lost his parents, which led to him lacking someone to talk to, and later he regarded me as that person. The child would tell me almost everything in his heart, and he regarded me as his other father. That's why he told me that he was in love with a girl. I felt very relieved at the time, but when the girl died, I noticed his abnormality. It was from then on that I began to investigate the serial murder case, and during my investigation, I found that the symbols left at the scene were so familiar. Alas..."

"Since you found out, why didn't you report him?" asked the man in the white mask.

"I did want to report it at that time, but what the child said made me change my mind." The Viscount's eyes were slightly empty.

"What did he say?" White Mask was quite curious.

"He told me that many workers in the chemical plant had the same problem as me. They were unable to have children... and there were very few trees around the chemical plant."

White Mask's expression was somewhat surprised. He really didn't know there would be such a thing. People in this era still had a very superficial understanding of chemistry.

"My rose garden is not far from the chemical plant, and where I live now is occasionally affected by chemical fumes. I never thought there was any problem here before, I just thought the fumes smelled bad. There are also some nobles who have invested in the chemical plant, and I don't want to conflict with them. So I just endured it. But I didn't expect... the consequences of endurance would be so serious." The Viscount lowered his head silently.