Chapter 385: Evil Eye (1/3)
Chapter 385 Evil Eyes (13)
Steward Moda actually broke free from the influence of psychic brainwashing with his own power, which surprised Ian and Sister Reflecting Light.
Originally, he just wanted to ask for a little information and let the other party lead the way, but he never thought that this old steward who was usually in charge of the affairs of Lean Castle had such a strong mental power that he could overcome the falsehoods constructed by unknown psychics. escaped from the palace.
"...Indeed, the young master died a long time ago. In the past few years, the only person who accompanied me was a resentful soul..."
Feeling the pillar behind him and getting up, the old steward leaned on the stone pillar and took a deep breath.
His gray-brown eyes were full of bewilderment and puzzlement, but he still said slowly: "I remember...but, but I really don't know what the master did."
"In the past few years, the master himself has been responsible for the meals of the young masters and ladies. I only cook a few meals occasionally, and order snacks and afternoon tea..."
"It's just that I know very well that the master has been very weird recently. The young master and the ladies... are not normal children..."
"Thank you for your hard work. Living with a resentful spirit, even if the other party doesn't intentionally influence it, will do some damage to your health."
Ian nodded, he turned around, and walked towards the first floor of the castle: "We are here to investigate Baron Ryan's incidents related to cults, blood sacrifices, and various evil methods."
"I know, you don't want to betray your master, and you don't expect your cooperation."
"But I think you should join us in seeing what your master has done over the years."
At this point, he turned his head, looked at Steward Moda who was still standing there, and patiently invited: "Come with us."
"At the very least, tell us where the rooms of the young masters and ladies are."
"…OK."
The middle-aged people who were originally confident and cheerful are now showing their old age, and even the wrinkles have become more visible to the naked eye.
He got up staggeringly, followed behind Ian and Yingguang, still muttering to himself: "Master...Master...what stupid thing have you done..."
"Could it be me, I made a mistake, I told you not to give up..."
Although some went to the other extreme because of self-blame, Manager Moda quickly brought Ian and others to the first room.
The white door at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
On the white door, there is a crooked portrait of a little boy, with light brown hair and red eyes, the boy is grinning. name.
【Ira's Room】
When he reached the door, Steward Moda, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped. His body trembled for a moment, which made Sister Yingguang ask with concern.
"I just…"
Smiling wryly, Ian rejected, ‘Do you want some tranquilizer? ’ suggestion, the old steward shook his head: "I just have two sets of memories in my mind... the memories that make me feel scared..."
Saying so, he mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth, and wanted to open the door.
But the door seems to be fixed with the space, not moving at all.
"Huh?" The old steward was a little surprised. He wanted to take out the key from his pocket, but Sister Yingguang shook her head: "This is the door and the room were fused together with the earth element."
She stepped forward and pulled out a folding crowbar from the package behind her, which made Ian look sideways, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "This is really well prepared".
Yingguang inserted the crowbar into the crack of the door, and then operated the source quality. A restrained flow of heat and raging fire energy broke through the barrier, and then pried open the immobile door.
The door opened, and there was a faint smell of decay that didn't look like what a child's room should have.
That is the smell of life gone.
Sister Reflecting Light raised her hand, and the gray radiant light illuminated the surrounding area. Steward Moda bent down, trying not to let herself spit out as much as possible, while Ian stepped forward, his blue eyes scanning the inside and outside of the room.
Even if he is well-informed and has killed many people, he can't help being slightly moved.
All you can see are bones.
In the white-based room, the floor is full of polished human bones, which are simply arranged by the children in the shape of antlers and deer heads.
Ian narrowed his eyes, he raised his head in silence, and looked at the wall, where there were sheets of processed human skins, all of which were painted with the image of an animal, compared to the previous ones hanging on the door The 'crooked drawings of humans' are worlds apart, and the animal faces drawn in blood-colored ink are simply lifelike.
In addition, there are also many bone carvings in the shape of pigs, cows, sheep and various animal heads carved from human bones. The craftsmanship is very good, but there are also some immature parts.
There are dinner plates on the floor.
【Incompetent level · Pickled processing · Ordinary · Not recommended】
【According to the Tinder Civilization Protection Agreement, unless it is the most critical moment, it is not recommended to eat intelligent creatures...】
There are many details that declare the cruelty overflowing here.
Ian closes his eyes.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down.
No need to look any further.
It seems that when I came to Ryan Castle, I saw that Ira seemed to be playing and eating something.
What he eats and plays with is probably these things.
The room illuminated by the gray flames is very gloomy, with dripping flesh and blood, twisted leather paintings, bones piled up on the ground, and exquisite but weird human bones and animal heads surrounding the entire room, as if they are staring at the people in the room. everyone in .
Sister Yingguang, who has experienced many battles and seen many scenes of cult sacrifices, also frowned, and the dragon's horn even glowed red.
This time the scene wasn't bloody, but it made her uncomfortable because it was a child doing it.
"What kind of evil priest is this..." Ying Guang clenched his staff tightly: "How can you twist a child to such a state?"
"It shouldn't be the cult's fault, at least this kid isn't."
But Ian remained calm as if there was no blood or tears. After he finished his observation, he turned his head and calmly asked Moda, "Can you tell me now?"
"What are the origins of the baron's adopted sons and daughters?"
The old steward, who had been suppressing his desire to vomit, finally took a tranquilizer provided by Ian.
He left the room, and faced Ian and Sister Reflecting Light wearily in the corridor.
"I, in my memory, Master Yila really likes to play with building blocks, he doesn't like to eat vegetables very much, he likes to eat meat... But... my memory is distorted, I clearly know the truth, but I have always been unaware..."
If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely feel that the old steward was exonerating himself.
But both people present could tell that he was telling the truth and felt grief from the bottom of his heart: "Master Yila, four years ago, the master bought it from a rich family who was attacked by wild animals and died accidentally. kids..."
"But actually...it's fake..."
The truth hidden behind the curtain and false memories is narrated, and Ian's eyes flash with water-colored light.
While the old steward was narrating, his psychic passive was also activated, reflecting various illusions from the past.
The beginning of everything is a tragedy.
Ira's original name is unknown. He was a child bought from a poor family by human traffickers. Because he looked very similar to a child who died in a rich family, he was bought back to raise him and inherited the child who died young. the child's name.
The first life was pretty good. But as time went on, things got worse.
The child who died in the rich family had a pair of pure red eyes, but Ira had one red and one green eyes.
This is a bonus item for other children who have been sold, and it can be sold more expensively at traffickers.
But for the wealthy households who bought him as a substitute for their children, it was a big flaw.
Every time he sees that face that is very similar to his own child, that pair of eyes that are completely different, the rich man who thought he would treat this child kindly can't help but scold him.
Even...Because of this sense of alienation, there is a kind of pathetic jealousy.
At the beginning, he just touched his eyes, and the deep meaning contained in the cold eyes was completely incomprehensible to the child; then, the many toys, pens and papers that were forcibly given to Ira made Ira even more at a loss.
—Since Ira likes to read and draw, you should too.
—Since Ira wants to be a scholar, so should you.
—Because Ira doesn't like small animals, you can't get close to them either.
—Because Ira likes to be quiet, you can't move around.
As long as you do not do well or imitate well, you will be beaten, scolded, and punished.
The boy was originally lively and cheerful, and his nature of liking to listen to birdsong and beast language was forcibly distorted.
Slaps, fists, branches, whips—Because Terra people are physically tough, even children have a high endurance, so they can vent many violent emotions and desires.
Even, even the squirrel, who had been occasionally looking at the boy through the fence, was caught by the rich man and fell to his death in front of him.
【What are you doing? ! Ira would never do that, play with these filthy brutes! 】
If that's all it is, that's all.
Although the wealthy couple is a little mentally disturbed because of the death of their beloved son, the living conditions they provided were impossible for Yila's original parents. Although there are many conditions and strict rules, for the children of the poor, such a life , is pretty good.
It’s just being beaten, being abused, and being asked to be another kind of person.
On this land, what is this?
Alternatives should have the awareness of alternatives.
Until one day, Ira, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Let out a mournful wail, screaming that the child who woke up opened his eyes - after a while, he realized in horror that he only had one eye left.
And his 'father' was standing in front of the bed with a distorted face, holding the boy's eyeballs with emerald green pupils in his hands.
Then crush it.
—As long as you don't have this eye, as long as you don't...
—as long as I don't have this eye, as long as I don't...
Maybe, you can live on.
(end of this chapter)
