Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); The whole thing got weird, the so-called secret passage became almost a well-known thing, and Siegel heard it twice in just one day. He wants "The Scroll of Moonlight Moya", whether this book is in the hands of the lord or in the hands of McGonagall, maybe only after seeing the female mage can know. But Siegel can be sure that Viscount Purlan has absolutely no chance of letting Master McGonagall leave. How can he have real mercy if he can hang everyone in the village upside down on the rack?

There is a lot of vigilance in his heart, but the mage's face does not show the slightest flaw, and he still has a calm and curious look. After agreeing to Viscount Purlan, Siegel decided to act immediately and asked the Viscount to take him to the entrance of the secret passage. But Puran was also very careful, and only sent a servant to take them there, and he was still at the table to solve the supper that seemed to be never finished.

"Bring a lantern, it's dark inside." Viscount Purin watched Siegel leave.

The servant took a lantern from the shelf at the door, held it in his hand, and opened the door to lead the way. Siegel has been paying attention to the servant's stature and movements, and found that after he left the lighthouse, his body relaxed a lot. It seems that the Viscount Pulan has been in the hearts of the servants for a long time, and he is an irreversible existence. Thinking that he can maintain his rule with tough and cruel means, these servants will not have a good life.

Being able to determine the emotional changes of the servants just made it convenient for Siegel to use spells.

Around the corner of the castle, out of sight of all the guards, Siegel quickly cast the Charm Human spell. A sweet scent drifted into the servant's nose, which immediately relaxed his spirit, becoming relaxed and happy and losing his vigilance. Add in a friendly tone and a smile, and you'll be able to gain friendship from him.

"Why does the Weeping Tower have such a name?" Siegel asked, the charm spell does not mean erasing memory, but he can't prevent someone from asking after the incident, so he has to dig for information in an orderly and seductive manner.

"Oh, it's actually very simple. Because of its disrepair, the tower has been damaged in many places, exposing the mezzanine between the walls. There are gaps and holes of various sizes in many places. When the wind blows. It makes a weeping sound, hence the name. But this tower used to be called the Sea Breeze Tower."

"Yes, it seems that you still know a lot about this place." Siegel praised her with a smile: "How long have you been here?"

"I was born here, and I have been a servant since I was seven. It has been twenty-five years." The man said, "Serving the Lord is a good job."

"I also serve the lord, a very young lord who is also very kind and won't hang so many corpses on the rack."

"This thing is terrible, but who told them to communicate with ghosts?" The servant pouted. Said: "Life here has changed a lot since Mad McGonagall brought the fog. The land has gradually turned into a swamp, and many places can't go. I have a daring brother who saw walking in the swamp while rowing a boat. The monsters. Tall bodies and countless outstretched arms, swaying in the mud with heavy steps. Those monsters let out a terrible roar, and the water waves they raised almost overturned the boat. If you didn't see the opportunity quickly, run away Like many villagers, my brother will be sucked dry, and the flesh will be used as a camouflage for the infiltration of monsters."

"Such a terrifying monster. How dare ordinary villagers make contact?"

"Who knows? But it was because of their folly that the lord was furious and hanged everyone on the rack." The servant led them to the Weeping Tower, opened the door with the key, and said as he walked: " In the face of fear, people don't know what kind of mistakes they will make. At that time, there is no normal thinking. I heard that the village tried to communicate with the monsters, so that they would not loot their villages. However, their efforts attracted the monsters. Note that their own village was fine, but more other villages along the river were attacked."

"These stupid villagers." Siegel's approval made the servant very proud. The power of the charm spell deepened further, gradually taking him completely under control. "If only I could know how to drive away the fog and solve all the troubles."

"You're right." The servant said, "It's all because of Mag. To tell you the truth, Mag is locked in the dungeon. If people outside know about it, they have to rush in angrily. It's impossible to cause confusion. In fact, the Lord has locked her up, and he has always wanted her to tell her how to drive away the fog. But so far, only the information of the amulet has been obtained.

Siegel shrugged and said to him, "Is the amulet really so magical?"

"Yes. Since the lord ordered everyone to use amulets, the number of attacks has really decreased, and there are no more pretenders, and everyone can finally face others with confidence." The servant said: "Our lord always has solution to the problem.”

That amulet was useless at all, not even a magic wave, just an ornament—an expensive ornament. Siegel thought about it for a while, but still didn't tell the truth. After all, the villagers also needed comfort. At least the servant was right about one thing, at least the unnecessary suspicions were reduced, and people could get along.

At this time, the servant had brought them to the entrance of the secret passage. Sure enough, the Weeping Tower kept making strange noises, creaking non-stop. The dilapidated walls were cracked in many places, and in many places were simply reinforced with planks and stones. Fortunately, the main wall is still stable, supporting this century-old castle.

The secret passage is at the location that the well-informed person said, next to the fireplace, the handrails made on the wall with iron ladders lead all the way to the deep underground. The servant took out a lantern, lit it in a sheltered place, and handed it to them. He was about to leave when Siegel stopped him and asked him his last question.

"Will you wait for me here when I come out the same way?"

"No, I didn't get that order, never."

Siegel let go, took the lantern, and sent the servant away.

There were only Siegel and Moore left in the Weeping Tower. The lanterns swayed in the wind, and their light swayed, casting huge shadows on the wall. A group of black bats hung upside down on the broken walls of the tower, alarmed by the light, and made a squeaking sound similar to mice. Mole was very nervous, and he pulled out a long sword involuntarily, and asked worriedly, "Sir, do we really want to go down?"

Siegel nodded and said to Moore, "Yes, there is only one way at the moment."

"I think something is wrong," Moore replied nervously.

"You feel right, so stick with me."

He hung the lantern with the cover on his waist and climbed down the ladder first. This is a very narrow passage. The gaps left on the walls on both sides were just big enough for a person to squeeze through, and the back was sore that it seemed that it wouldn't fall if you let go of your hands, but would only get stuck in mid-air. There is silence here. There is a damp smell characteristic of the ground. They descended about ten meters and came to a passage supported by an arched structure.

Siegel raised the lantern and looked closely.

"Sir, what are you looking for?"

"Remember how the Viscount Pulan told the servants? 'Take them to the passage of the Weeping Tower, which is the place where I won't let you go down. Let them clear the danger inside', and then he individually ordered 'Take it with you. Lantern', do you remember that?" Siegel explained to Moore: "There are torches on the walls, and there are candlesticks at the entrance of the Weeping Tower, why only the lantern? The servant picked up the lantern, and it burned by his hand. Why wasn't the torch lit then, it must be now?"

"I'm getting more and more confused." Moore replied, "You say there is a conspiracy here?"

"That's for sure, but I don't yet know whose conspiracy," Siegel said, digging under the wick of the lantern. Just hear a click. A small tin box was pulled out. The two looked along the light and saw some finely ground powder in the iron box.

Siegel gestured to hold his breath, and then used magic to change the shape of the iron box, directly closing the mouth. Then he took out a handkerchief, soaked it, and put it over his nose and mouth. Moore followed his example and did the same.

Only then did he let out a breath and said to Moore, "There is some kind of medicinal powder in the iron box, but it should be nothing more than toxins or hallucinogenic ingredients. That servant would rather advance in the dark courtyard than light a lantern, I I feel that there are some problems. It seems that after a certain period of time, the burning of this lamp is no longer lamp oil, but this substance. "

"Lord Puran harms us? Why is he?" Moore felt very strange: "We won't cause him any trouble."

"I don't know yet," Siegel said. "This place is really weird, and we have to be careful everywhere."

Then he took out his wand and began to chant the incantation. One shadow after another spread out from under Siegel's feet. Go deep into the channel. Moore seemed to see that these shadows all had the same face as Siegel, but he wasn't sure. He rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but this time he couldn't even see a shadow.

"Let's wait a moment." Siegel patted the squire's shoulder to soothe his nervousness.

After a while, the light of the lantern flickered. A few shadows came back one after another and re-attached to Siegel's feet. The mage didn't panic, squatted down and used his wand to hold the shadow, and said something in his mouth.

He sends invisible shadow servants to scout, and then uses the "talk to the undead" spell to ask for information. Since the necromancer cannot describe and can only answer yes and no, the information obtained is not perfect, and it is not as good as the raven Balon.

However, the undead have their own characteristics. In addition to not being afraid of death, they are immune to all spell effects that affect the mind, and they will not be poisoned, psychedelic, or hypnotized. In their eyes, there is only the color of the soul fire of the living body, and everything else is gray, so it is difficult for them to be affected by the deception of illusion.

Through the dictation of these necromancers, Siegel knew that the journey was a lengthy passage that ended before a secret door that could be rotated. Although the shadow cannot push the secret door, it can drill through the crack of the door. They trembled all over, indicating that they had met a woman radiating a powerful magical light.

"Have you been found?" Siegel asked.

Shading indicates that he is unable to answer the question. Siegel tried to ask for more detailed information, but the shadows felt threatened by the magic wave and flew back.

"Let's go, Mor." The mage dismissed the shadows and stood up. "Put the long sword away, it won't be used for a while."

After speaking, he strode forward, casting various protective spells on himself as he walked. Protection from evil, protection from undead, protection from negative energy, then protection from elements and protection from ranged. In addition, he has to cast detect invisibility, magic vision, detect lies and other spells for himself.

This series of spells can't guarantee your own safety~www.readwn.com~ let alone Mor. So before the secret door, Siegel let Maul stay and unleashed the protection evil for him.

"Let me follow you," said the attendant suddenly, "I know that I am inferior to you in martial arts, and even less so in magic. But I am your attendant, and it is my duty to follow you. I swear to serve you, a A knight must first keep his oath!"

"What if I order you to stay?"

Moore only hesitated for two seconds before replying, "I ask you to withdraw this order."

Time to make him a knight, thought Siegel. This trip has already yielded good results, and Moore has enough courage to be a knight.

"Very good, just follow if you want. Remember, don't open your mouth at any time. If there is a fight, use the longbow from a distance, don't get close, remember?"

Moore opened the space bag and took out both the longbow and the heavy crossbow. The crossbow was wound, and the quiver was slung across his waist. He pointed to his mouth and pressed his lips together tightly.

Siegel pushed open the secret door, and the two entered the room. (To be continued.)