Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Until evening, Maul went to ask the guards of the castle, only to know that they had been allowed to meet the Viscount Purin. The two didn't want to waste time, so they had to guard the pass, and then went straight in.

The tower where the lord lived was originally called the Watchtower, but now it is called the Tower of Lights because it is the only inhabited tower nearby. Inside is a well-ventilated hall. Affected by the terrain, there is a breeze blowing here all the year round, so it is not as wet and unbearable as the outside. There are six huge fireplaces by the walls, one every ten bricks, and it must be very warm here when they are all lit. Now all the fireplaces were extinguished except the one closest to the lord, and the cold dust kept fluttering like feathers in the breeze.

Four spear guards in short cloaks guarded the gate and the Viscount Purin, who was dining, and the host was sitting behind a huge board table with food in front of him. The Viscount is about forty years old. When he is upright and energetic, although he is not tall, he moves his hands and feet quickly and chews quickly when he eats.

"Your Excellency Viscount Pulan, Lord Lord." Siegel said after getting close.

"Sit down, take a plate for the guests, and pour the wine." Viscount Pulan's eyes were gray-white, like sand mixed with milk, and looked a little cloudy. His voice was short and powerful, slightly hoarse: "It's been a long time since I saw a knight from outside, eh? I heard it was Heim's Land, right?"

"Yes, I am Soth, a free knight from Heimland, and this is my squire Mo."

The viscount gestured to the cheese, bread, cold meats and fruit on the table, then raised his glass: "I hope my food here will satisfy you, but would you like red wine or white wine? I've had enough. Local mushroom mead, but I have it here if you want."

"I'd like to help you out, so try the mushroom mead. My companions will just need some water or milk."

"Aha, it's still a baby." The Viscount inserted a slice of ham and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he greeted the servant and said, "Pour a glass of mushroom wine for Knight Soth, and give this child some water. Hurry up!" Turning to Siegel, he said, "Do you know what happens to sheep that eat mushrooms? They don't produce milk at all! So all you have to do is wean and drink water. Hahahaha!"

Siegel was expressionless, but nodded slightly to thank the servant who brought the food. Moir, who was ridiculed, said nothing, and clenched his fists under the table.

When the drink was served, the lord waved his hand. Signal everyone to leave. The servant hurried away quietly, and there was only one guard left at the door. Viscount Purlan leaned back in his chair, with a knife hanging down in his hand, chewing the meat in his mouth while staring at Siegel.

"Try the ham. It's local pig, grown on mushrooms, and it tastes very different."

Siegel took a bite and couldn't tell the difference at all. "Viscount Pulan, as far as I know, pigs don't eat mushrooms."

He laughed softly. "You know, since our family occupied this wasteland, there have been a lot of rumors outside. Mushrooms raise pigs, mushrooms feed sheep, and even our chickens eat mushrooms before they can lay eggs." He picked up a piece of yogurt. He swallowed, then took a gulp of red wine. "You're very interesting, you have some brains, and you don't brag about slapping horses. What are people like you doing here on the edge of ours?"

"My lord, Baron Siegel, has a task for me. Come here to find a mage named McGonagall and take back a book belonging to the Association of Mage in her hand." Siegel opened the bread with a calm expression and put it Added a few more hams to the plate.

"I also want to know where she is, so that I can hang her with my own hands." The lord replied: "The weather here was fine, but I was suddenly enveloped in this **** thick fog. It's all the problem of that hateful woman. Damn mage! "

"She escaped? Hiding?" Siegel decided to corner the lord. "Do you need our help?"

"Ha! The two of you?" Viscount Purin rolled his gray eyes. "Do you know how big the wasteland is? You can't see anything in this fog. What are you looking for? Are you looking for death? If it's for this, I advise Where are you calling and where are you going?"

"Myr City doesn't need the two of us for the time being. The southern coalition has been defeated long ago, and the castle that surrendered to the lord has settled down."

"Yes, I heard about you." Viscount Pulan threw away the knife: "Are all mages like this? Using magic to do evil, how can there be chivalry and honor in the future?"

"My lord is an honorable knight." Siegel took an apple. He broke it apart with his fingers, threw the half with the pit aside, and looked at his plate with satisfaction. "The lords in the south were overly self-sufficient. They smashed their heads against my castle and lost their armor and armor. I just hope they don't become hopelessly stupid, and they can learn some lessons."

This was a threat, Viscount Purlan knew in his heart, but he wouldn't take it. He raised his cup and shouted, "Let's toast for victory!"

"To win." Siegel asked for a sip, his mouth full of sweet flavors.

"So... Knight, right? I am located in a remote place, and many news are hearsay. It is said that your lord is not big?"

"It's almost twenty, and he just became a father and gave birth to a young lord."

"Oh, this is news. It's a good thing." Viscount Pulan said, "But it's bad news for me. I still want to marry my daughter to him."

"It's unfortunate, but it shouldn't affect the friendship between the two lords," Siegel said. "The Baron will appreciate your help in this lost and found incident."

"Help?" Viscount Purin shrugged and said indifferently: "What can he give me? Although I am barren here, I don't have to worry about food and drink, and no one will be interested in this land. I don't need his gold, he doesn't. I need my mushrooms. A sailor-turned-mage, it is better to live his life honestly and not run around."

"His Excellency the Baron did not run around, because he knew that if he ran around, the entire South would be disturbed." Siegel smiled, "Uther and the southern coalition can't support him for more than a day, he really shouldn't run around. run."

"Are you threatening me?" Viscount Purin slapped the table, the plates clinking.

"No, I'm stating the facts." Siegel raised his glass and took a sip of mead: "In our case, threatening people is something else, like sending a poet to sing 'One Day War' in the hall of the enemy. But don't worry, I have a bad voice, and I can't sing that song. As I said when I first came, we're here to find people and books."

"As I said earlier, Mag can't be found!"

A faint smile remained on Siegel's lips: "If it were an ordinary lord, he would accept your words and leave with disappointment. But my lord is not. He said that Mag is here, it must be here. ."

"Let him find it himself!"

"Are you sure, my lord?"

Viscount Purin snorted and stroked his moustache, his gray eyes flickering. After a while, he shouted: "Where is the person! Hurry up and serve the barbecue, how can you eat it when it's cold?"

The servant hurriedly pushed open the door, put a large piece of roasted horse meat with charred skin and blood red inside in front of everyone, and then retreated in a panic. This time, Viscount Pulan waved his hand, and even the guards at the door withdrew. There were only three people left in the huge room, standing by the fireplace that was about to go out.

"Baron Siegel wants a book?"

"Yes, Master McGonagall borrowed a book from the Federation, The Scroll of Moonlight Moya, and has never returned it. Baron Siegel's teacher asked him to retrieve this book, so he sent me Come."

"What is this book for?"

Siegel shook his head, "I would never ask a mage this kind of question."

"Hmph, it's mysterious." Viscount Pulan waved his hand and said, "Since it's not for Mag, it's just a book, then I'll tell you that this book is gone."

"What does it mean?"

"If I tell you that Mag is in my dungeon, I've searched all of Mag's things, and I'm sure there's no such book in it." Viscount Pulan cut the charred horse meat, and the table knife rubbed against the plate to make a harsh sound. "If I say, Mag must have something hidden, and it has what I want in it, but she won't say it, what do you think should be done?"

"So, you caught her because of this?" Siegel methodically cut off a piece of horse meat, blood running along the dinner plate. "I heard the news that you announced that the dense fog was caused by Master McGonagall, so you are wanted."

"It can only be the ghost of a mage. As for this mage and that mage, what's the difference. Maybe the culprit who caused this fog is your lord: Siegel! Think about it carefully, this fog gave him a lot of damage. The good thing, now that all the goods from the south want to go out, they have to take it from his Heim, and life must be easy, right?"

"If you are officially accusing my lord~www.readwn.com~ then in order to defend his honor, I will fight with you." Siegel put down his knife and fork and looked at Pulan coldly.

"Don't be nervous, I just said, I can open the door for you in this matter, as long as you can cooperate with me." Viscount Puran said: "Look, you want to find a hidden book, I Want other treasures that may exist, that's not a distraction in itself. I'll let you guys meet McGonagall, and your job is to trade this book for her freedom, let her tell you where she's hiding things, and then tell I."

"and then?"

"You take your books, I take the treasure I want, and McGonagall gets her freedom. Everyone benefits, right?"

Siegel looked at Viscount Pulan, the greed and smugness in his eyes that could not be concealed, and nodded.

"I tell you a secret passage, going down from the Weeping Tower, leads to the cell." Pulain said: "Go down from there!" (To be continued.)

PS: Two hundred and fifty chapters, hehehe