Underground in the castle is a three-story basement.
Such underground buildings are not uncommon in other noble castles.
Most nobles like to build cellars to store some high-quality wine and books, as well as their own gold and jewelry wealth. . \ A wide variety of instruments are placed in the basement on each floor, and some instruments are more like torture instruments.
There are eight rooms in the basement on each floor.
The rooms are either stacked with instruments of torture or imprisoned.
Most of them are around 20 years old and in strong health, which is when their vitality is at its most brilliant.
The man called the Black Mage is an old man of about sixty years old.
He wears a black hood.
His hair is very neat and beautiful, with silver threads intertwined with black hair.
He has a deep face.
Although he is old, he can still be seen as young.
He was extremely handsome.
At this moment, he followed the spiral staircase to the basement.
The people stationed inside were all wearing black robes, like ghosts.
Seeing the arrival of the black mage, the stationed black-robed guards bowed their heads and saluted.
The black mage went straight to the second floor of the basement, stopped in front of the fourth room in the middle, and opened the door.
Inside was a laboratory.
At this moment, a plump woman was lying on the metal bed in the laboratory, with her hands and feet covered.
The shackles were locked beside the bed, and she was in a semi-conscious state.
When she heard the noise, she slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw the black mage, a look of ferocious resentment suddenly appeared on her face.
The black mage was not frightened by the ferocious, man-eating look on her face.
Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it seems you have adapted.
Blind struggle will only hurt yourself.
That's good."
The plump woman glared at him angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "You scum, one day the temple will arrest you and burn you with the holy fire."
The black mage lifted up his hood, with his silver-gray hair hanging down.
Under the dim and flickering light, his body was upright.
Looking at his back, he looked like a majestic paladin, but there were wrinkles on his face.
The erosion of the years could not be resisted.
He With a smile on his face, his eyes moved down from the woman's face, along her neck and slowly moved to her chest.
This was by no means a part that would make a man excited when he saw it, but a scene that would shrink his eggs instantly.
The woman's neck is still white at the clavicle, but the skin stops abruptly here.
The lower half is cut open, and inside is clearly visible flesh and blood tissue, as if she was skinned alive, and slightly below the flesh and blood tissue. , at the level of the heart, several clavicle bones opened like claws of a skeleton, holding a slightly twisted mass of dark red tissue and a red beating heart.
Black Mage's eyes were shining with light, as if he was admiring a perfect work of art, with a bit of fanaticism and intoxication in his eyes.
Although he could see it very clearly with his vision, at this moment his body could not help but move forward.
Lean, get closer, as if you want to see every blood vessel carefully.
Seeing his expression, the woman felt sick to her stomach and looked at him with disgust, "You betrayed Lord Bourne, you will be executed sooner or later."
When the black mage heard his words, he tilted his head slightly, glanced at her, and chuckled: "If I want to be judged, only God can judge me.
Unfortunately, there is no God in this world.
Those guys in the temple can only It’s just pretending.
Besides, what they do is not any better than mine.
The only difference is that they are powerful, so it is legal, and I did not obey their rules, so I am illegal.”
The woman groaned, "A villain like you deserves to die without a burial place."
The black mage smiled softly, turned around and left, waving his hands and saying: "Since you want me to die so much, just live well, otherwise how can you see that day?"
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By the time he finished speaking, he had already left the door and brought him to the room.
After leaving this room, the black mage went to a laboratory on the third underground floor.
This laboratory was soaked in various removed tissues and organs, including the head of a baby, the severed hand of a woman, and the eyes and claws of beasts. , and the heart and stomach organs that were soaked so dark red that it was hard to tell whether they were humans or monsters.
The black mage took off his coat, hung it aside, put on his laboratory clothes, and took out a small glass test tube from the freezer.
There was a parasitic soul worm frozen inside.
He went to the workbench, turned on the desk lamp, then took out the parasitic soul worm with tweezers in front of an instrument, sliced it into pieces with a knife, and then placed it in front of the instrument for observation.
Seeing this instrument, a flash of light flashed in Dudian's eyes.
It was a microscope.
It had roughly the same structure as the old era, but judging from the material, it was obviously made by later generations, and there were obvious traces of splicing.
"It was easy."
Dudian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but did not act immediately.
He was going to observe again to see if there was any force behind the Bourne family.
The night passed.
The black mage was playing with various organs in the laboratory, and Dudian also observed it all night.
In the early morning of the next day, the black mage felt tired, got up, left the basement, and returned to the castle to rest.
Dudian also took the opportunity to close his eyes and rest his mind.
Less than an hour later, the dawn shone into the castle.
Dudian sat up with a sleepy look on his face and yawned.
At this time, the other three people also got up one after another, getting up and washing up one by one.
After washing up, Dudian followed the three of them to the kitchen.
At this time, the vegetable vendors in the market had delivered the dishes they had ordered to the castle.
Several people went to receive them, and then used a carriage specially equipped by the kitchen to deliver several large packages of vegetables.
Hauled back to the kitchen.
Next, several people divided the work, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, making pastries, etc.
Breakfast was easy to make, milk and vegetables, this was Baritburn's and it was light.
Milk and bacon belonged to Barritt's sons, and milk and pastries belonged to the ladies.
As for the other ten pioneers and masters, they all ate milk and steak, high-calorie food early in the morning.
After finishing breakfast, several people prepared the meals for lunch in advance and waited until ordering to make them.
During this period, they could still find an hour of free rest.
The three of them huddled in the corner of the kitchen, chatting, or sitting in a daze and yawning.
Dudian leaned on the chair alone, closing his eyes and sleeping lightly.
Three meals a day ended quickly.
At night, when Dudian was about to go back to rest, he met Angela again.
She came here specifically to find Dudian.
As one of the top ten pioneers in the castle, her status was only slightly lower than the housekeeper. , and the butler is not very strong, he is just an ordinary person, but in this world, power is often more important than strength.
No matter how strong a person is, he is just an advanced thug without a background.
As for rebellion, there will always be other masters who are willing to surrender, or who are forced to surrender by means, to suppress it.
"You, come with me."
Angela stopped Dudian and three others on their way back to the dormitory, pointed at Dudian who was walking in front and said expressionlessly.
Dudian frowned slightly and nodded.
When he followed Angela not far away, he suddenly heard the envious comments of the three people behind him.
"This boy is really handsome and blessed."
"It seems like Angela is addicted to him."
"Looks like this kid is going to be drained."
Dudian looked at Angela in front.
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She should have heard such a sound, but there was no reaction.
It seemed that this woman did not have much taboos in this regard.
With a slight sigh in his heart, Dudian walked to a lawn and stopped, asking: "Miss Angela, where are you taking me?"
"Go sit in my room and see you if I need anything."
Angela stopped, but her face was no longer cold, but with a hint of charm.
Dudian smiled bitterly, "Miss Angela, those three seniors are strong, why don't you go find them?"
Angela's face was slightly cold, "Who do you think I am?
Do you think I can like all kinds of things?
Just because those three pigs are as ugly as a piece of shit, bah, they are not qualified to carry my shoes." " Dudian couldn't help but want to roll his eyes.
Whether you like him or not depends entirely on his appearance.
"Hurry up, don't waste my time, it's getting late."
Angela urged.
Du Di'an felt moved, quickly agreed, and followed quickly.
Angela turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she heard a scream of pain from behind.
When she looked back, she saw Dudian falling to the ground.
"Why are you so careless?"
Angela quickly stepped forward to help.
Dudian raised his head, and a blood streak appeared on his cheek, and blood was flowing.
Angela was startled, "What did you do?"
She glanced around and saw a small stone stained with blood where Dudian fell.
Apparently, Dudian's face was scratched on it.
Dudian's facial features wrinkled up in pain, and he shouted in pain: "It hurts so much, it hurts me to death."
It has to be said that no matter how good-looking the face is, as long as you are willing to use your heart, you can definitely make an ugly posture.
At this moment, Dudian's facial features were wrinkled in pain, his lips turned up, his eyes rolled back, and his cheeks were twisted, making him look very ugly.
Angela suddenly felt that she had no interest at all.
She didn't expect that a small scratch would make Du Dian look so embarrassed.
For her, injuries were just a common occurrence, but looking at Du Dian's appearance, it was clear that he was a real pretty boy, with all the beauty.
His skin is a little bit injured, and he will die or live.
Although she could negate all shortcomings with her good-looking skin, Dudian at this moment was not good-looking and cowardly.
She was greatly disappointed, let go of the hand she was supporting, frowned and said: "Stop screaming, you go find Mr.
Rand yourself."
Take a look, or go back and clean the wound yourself and bandage it.
It’s not a serious injury and it won’t kill you.”
Dudian covered his injured face and his nose was so painful that he endured the pain and said: "But, but, I still want to go to your place."
"No need to go."
Angela said impatiently before he could finish.
Dudian was so stunned that he even forgot about the pain on his face.
Seeing his stunned look, Angela felt even more upset, turned around and left, not bothering to pay attention.
As she walked, she suddenly thought, how could it happen that Dudian's face was scratched just as she disliked the other three being ugly?
Could it be that he thought about it on purpose?
She couldn't help but turn her head and take a look.
Suddenly all thoughts disappeared, Dudian was seen covering his face, shrugging his shoulders, letting out a low and choked sob, actually crying in pain She shook her head, turned around, and walked quickly to find some other fun while the night was still early.
Dudian did not go to Rand, but returned to the dormitory with his face covered.
While covering his face, he kept lightly scratching the wound with his fingers to prevent it from healing.
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In fact, the wound was not caused by his collision.
With the quality of the stone, even if it was rubbed hard on his face, it might not be able to make a wound.
When he fell, he cut his cheek with his nails, and then cut it.
His face fell on a stone, and it looked like it was bruised and scratched.
He found that after experiencing Feiyue's experiment, his body's self-healing ability had improved several levels.
First, his legs and hands, as well as the scars left in prison, were all healed.
The broken leg has also recovered, and the previous hidden scars have also faded away.
Inside is brand new skin.
There is no scar on the body, and even the magic marks on the chest have disappeared.
Unfortunately, this amazing healing ability did not affect his chest, and his heart was still incomplete.
However, after these days of observation, Dudian discovered that the heart that formed the relationship seemed to have grown a little bit, and seemed to be growing.
This gave Du Di'an a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps, this heart would continue to grow until it completely adapted to his body and became the new heart in his body.
Seeing Du Dian coming back with his face covered in blood, the three people in the dormitory were all startled.
They quickly came over to ask about the situation.
Du Dian only said that he was injured by a stone.
Although the three of them were jealous of Du Dian, they still hurriedly poured water for Du Dian and helped him clean his wounds.
Du Dian looked at him differently.
The three of them dug out first-aid hemostatic medicine from the dormitory, applied it to Dudian, and gave a few instructions before returning to their beds.
At night, the three of them fell asleep quickly.
Dudian cheered up and used clairvoyance to see everything in the castle.
He soon saw that the young master who climbed from the window to the room of one of his father's concubines last night, climbed from the window again tonight.
He crawled into the room of another young girl.
This was Barrit's eldest daughter.
She seemed to have the same father and mother as the young master.
Dudian was a little emotional when he saw this.
This young master is really energetic.
In addition to the young master's unethical behavior, Dudian's attention was mainly focused on the black mage.
Through observation during the day, he found that the black mage was the key figure in the castle, and he was not the guard or guard hired by Barritt.
He is a knight, but has an identity similar to that of a guest.
But judging from the performance of this black mage, it is obvious that he is not just a guest in the castle.
At this moment, the black mage was reading in his study.
His study was very spacious, and there were many books on display.
Through perspective, Dudian could see the words on the back of the paper, and found that he was looking at several weird human anatomy drawings, with human and monster figures on them.
The limbs are mixed together, looking like the bug-man experiment in Sylvia, a combination of half human and half monster
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