Chapter 1023

The basement of the castle is a three story basement. This kind of underground building is not uncommon in other noble castles. Most nobles like to build cellars to collect some high-quality wine and books, as well as their own gold and jewelry wealth. However, in the underground buildings of the Bourne family, there is no such thing as instruments and people.

A wide variety of instruments are placed in each basement, some of which are more like instruments of torture. There are eight rooms in each basement. There are either tools of torture or prisoners in the rooms. Most of them are about 20 years old. They are in good health. This is the most brilliant moment of vitality.

The man called the black mage was an old man about 60 years old. He wore a black hood, his hair was very neat and beautiful, his silver and black hair were interwoven, and his face was deep. Although he was old, he could still see that he was very handsome when he was young. Now he went down the spiral staircase to the basement, where all the garrisons were dressed in black, like ghosts.

Seeing the arrival of the black mage, the garrison black robed bodyguard bowed his head and saluted.

The black mage went straight to the second floor of the basement. He stopped in front of the fourth room in the middle and pushed open the door. There was a laboratory inside. At the moment, there was a full-bodied woman lying on the metal bed of the laboratory. Her hands and feet were chained to the bedside. She was in a semi coma state. When she heard the movement, the woman opened her eyes slowly. After seeing the black master, her face suddenly showed ferocious resentment The color of poison.

The black mage was not frightened by the ferocious look on her face. Instead, she said with a smile, "yes, it seems that you have adapted to it. The blind struggle will only hurt you, good."

The plump woman glared at him and bit her teeth and said, "you scum, one day the temple will arrest you and burn your holy fire!"

The black mage lifted his hood, and his silver gray hair fell down. In the dim yellow and flickering light, he stood upright and looked at his back like a great Paladin. However, his face was wrinkled and the erosion of years could not be resisted. With a smile on his face, his eyes moved down from the woman's face and slowly moved down her neck to her chest. This is not a man who would rush to see it The moving part is the picture of the egg shrinking in an instant.

The clavicle of the woman's neck is still snow-white, but the skin stops abruptly here. The lower half is cut open, and there is clearly visible blood and flesh tissue inside, just like being peeled alive. At the lower part of the blood and flesh tissue and at the level of the heart, several clavicles are like the claw teeth of a skeleton, which embraces a group of slightly twisted dark red tissue and a red one Beating heart.

The black mage's eyes twinkled with light, as if enjoying a perfect work of art, with a bit of fanaticism and intoxication in his eyes. Although he could see clearly from his vision, his body still could not help leaning forward and getting close to it, as if he wanted to see every blood vessel carefully.

When the woman saw his expression, she only felt sick and looked at him in disgust. "You betrayed Lord Bourne. Sooner or later you will be executed!"

Hearing his words, the black mage turned his head slightly, looked at her, and said with a light smile: "if you want to be judged, only God can judge me. Unfortunately, there is no God in the world. Those guys in the temple can only play tricks. What's more, what they do is not much better than me. The only difference is that they are powerful, so they are legal, and I have not obeyed their rules, so I am not legal. "

The woman said, "a villain like you should die without a burial place!"

Black mage chuckled, turned to leave, waved his hand and said, "since you want me to die, live well, otherwise, how can you see that day?"

The words fall, the person already went out of the door, took up the room casually.

After leaving this room, the black mage went to a laboratory on the third floor of the underground. The laboratory was soaked with various tissues and organs, including the heads of babies, the broken hands of women, the eyes and claws of wild animals, and the hearts and stomach organs of humans or monsters.

The black mage took off his coat and hung it aside. He put on his work clothes in the laboratory. He took out a small glass tube from the freezer. There was a parasite in it. He took it to the worktable, turned on the lamp, and in front of an instrument, he took out the parasite with tweezers, sliced it with a knife, and then put it in front of the instrument for observation.

Seeing this instrument, a flash of light flashed in dudean's eyes. This is a microscope, which is roughly the same as the structure of the old times. However, from the perspective of material, it is obviously made by later generations, with obvious stitching marks.

"It's easy." Tudian raised his mouth slightly, but did not act immediately. He was ready to observe again to see if there was any power behind the Bourne family.

The night passed.

The black mage was fiddling with all kinds of organs in the laboratory. Dudean also observed all night. In the morning of the next day, the black mage felt tired and left the basement to rest in the castle. Less than an hour later, the light of dawn came to the castle. Dudean sat up with a sleepy face and yawned.

At this time, the other three also got up, one by one to get up to wash.

After doudean washed up, he followed the three men to the kitchen. At this time, the vegetable vendors in the vegetable market had already sent the dishes they ordered to the castle. Several people went to receive them, and then used a carriage specially equipped in the kitchen to haul several large cabbages back into the kitchen.Next, several people divide the work, wash vegetables, cut vegetables, make cakes and so on.

Breakfast is easy to make, with milk and vegetables. It's Barrett Bourne's, and it's light. Milk and bacon. This is for the sons of Barrett. Milk with heart. This is for the ladies.

As for the other ten pioneers and masters, they were all milk and steak, and early in the morning they ate high calorie food.

After breakfast, several people prepare the lunch in advance and wait for the order to be prepared.

During this period, we can still spare an hour's leisure rest, and the three people huddle in the corner of the kitchen to chat, or sit in a daze and yawn. Dudean leaned back on his chair and slept with his eyes closed.

Three meals a day soon ended. In the evening, when dudean was ready to go back to rest, she met Angela again. She came to look for him. As one of the top ten pioneers in the castle, her status was only slightly lower than that of the housekeeper. However, the strength of the housekeeper was not strong. She was just a common person. But in this world, power was more important than strength. No matter how strong the person was, there was no one The background is just a high-level thug.

As for rebellion, rebellion? There will always be other willing to submit, or be held by means of surrender of the master out of suppression.

"You, follow me." Angela stopped dudean and the other three on their way back to the bedroom, pointing to dudean walking in front of her, and said without expression.

Dudean frowned and nodded.

Waiting for him to follow Angela not far away, immediately heard the voice of envy of the three behind.

"This boy is really lucky."

"It looks like Angela is addicted to him."

"It seems that the boy is going to be drained."

Dudean looked at Angela in front of her. She should have heard the voice, but she didn't respond. It seems that this woman has no great taboo on this aspect.

With a slight sigh in his heart, he stopped at a lawn and asked, "Miss Angela, where are you going to take me?"

"Go to my room and have a seat. I want to see you." Angela stopped, her face no longer cold, but with a hint of charm.

Dudean laughed bitterly. "Miss Angela, those three elders are very strong. Why don't you go to them?"

Angela's face was cold. "Who do you think I am? What kind of stuff do you think I can look up to? With those three pigs? Ugly as a lump of excrement, bah, it's not qualified to give me shoes. "

Dudean couldn't help but roll his eyes. Whether you can see it or not depends on his appearance.

"Come on, don't waste my time. It's getting late." Angela urged.

Dudean's heart moved, quickly agreed, and quickly followed up.

Angela turned her head and left. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, she heard a cry of pain coming from behind her. Looking back, she saw that dudean fell to the ground.

"Why are you so careless." Angela rushed forward to help.

Duran raised his head, and a bloodstain appeared on his cheek, blood streaming.

Angela panicked. "What's the matter with you?" As soon as I glanced, I could see that there was a small stone where dudean wrestled, and it was stained with blood. Obviously, dudean's face was scratched on it.

Du Di'an's facial features wrinkled into a ball with pain, and he cried out, "it's so painful. It's killing me!"

It has to be said that no matter how good-looking a face is, as long as he is willing to put his heart into it, he will certainly be able to make an ugly gesture. At the moment, Du Dean's facial features are wrinkled, his lips are turned up, his eyes are straight and his eyes are white, and his cheek is twisted. He looks very ugly.

Angela suddenly felt totally uninterested. Unexpectedly, a little scratch would make Du Dean look so embarrassed. For her, injury is just a common occurrence. Seeing Du Dean's appearance, it is clear that she is a real little white face with a beautiful skin bag. If you get hurt, you will die. Although she can deny all shortcomings with her beautiful skin bag, she is not good-looking and cowardly at the moment. She is disappointed in her heart and loosens her hand. She frowns and says, "stop shouting. You can go to see Mr. Rand yourself, or go back to clean the wound and bandage yourself. It's not a big injury. You can't die."

Dudean covered his injured face. His nose was so sore that he could bear the pain and said, "yes, but I still have to go to your place..."

"Don't go." Before he finished, Angela said impatiently.

Dudean was so shocked that he forgot even the pain on his face.

Seeing his stunned eyes, Angela was more upset and turned around and left, too lazy to pay attention.

Walking, she suddenly thought, how could it be so clever? As soon as he disliked the other three ugliness, dudean's face was cut. Did he mean it? With this in mind, she can't help but turn her head and take a look. All of a sudden, her mind is gone. Du Dean covers his face, his shoulder is shaking, and he gives out a low sobbing voice. It is It hurts and cries!

She shook her head for a moment, turned and walked quickly, and while it was still early in the night, she hastened to have some other fun.

Instead of looking for Rand, dudean went back to the bedroom, covering his face and gently scratching the wound with his fingers to avoid healing.In fact, the wound was not knocked by him. Even if he rubbed hard on his face with the quality of the stone, he might not be able to scratch the wound. When he fell down, he cut his cheek with his fingernail, and then he threw his face on the stone, which showed that it was a bruise.

He found that his body's self-healing ability improved several grades after experiencing the experiment of the red moon. First of all, his legs and hands, as well as the scars left in prison, were all healed!

The broken leg has also recovered. The scar shell of the previous dark wound has also been removed. There is a brand new skin inside. Half of the scar can not be seen on the body, and even the magic mark on the chest has disappeared.

Unfortunately, this amazing healing ability did not work on his chest, where his heart is still incomplete.

However, after these days of observation, dudean found that the heart, as if it had grown a little bit, seemed to grow.

This gave dudean a glimmer of hope in his heart. Perhaps, the heart will continue to grow until it fully adapts to his body and becomes a new heart in his body!

Seeing that dudean came back with his face covered with blood, the three people in the dormitory were all startled and rushed to inquire about the situation. Dudean only said that he was hurt by the stone. Although the three were envious of dudean, they still poured water for him and helped him clean his wounds. This made him look at him differently.

Three people from the dormitory out of the first aid hemostatic medicine, to dudean, charged a few words, before they returned to their own bed.

At night, the three soon fell asleep. Dudean got up and used perspective to see everything in the castle. He soon saw that the young master who had climbed from the window to his father's concubine's room last night was climbing from the window to another young girl's room. This is Barrett's eldest daughter, and seems to be the same father and mother with this young master.

Dudean looked with some emotion. This young master is really full of energy.

In addition to the young master's immoral behavior, dudean's attention is mainly focused on the black mage. Through observation in the daytime, he finds that the black mage is the key figure in the castle, and he is not a guard and knight hired by Barrett, but is similar to the identity of a guest. But judging from the performance of the black mage, he is obviously not just a guest in the castle So simple.

At the moment, mage black is reading in his study. His study is very spacious, and there are many books on display. Through perspective, dudean can see the words on the back of the paper and find that he is looking at some strange human anatomy drawings, on which the human and the monster's limbs are mixed together, which looks like the insect man experiment in Sylvia, the combination of half man and half magic object.

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