Chapter 187: Brother
Chapter 187 – Brother
When venturing out alone, important things are definitely carried along with you, what’s the use of bringing unimportant things into the manor?
This old apprentice had waited outside the manor for an unknown amount of time, and had even asked his student to hide and observe the outside of the manor.
I’m afraid that he just wants to find some more companions to enter together.
Now Saul had a general understanding of the manor’s situation. He didn’t want to wait with trepidation like Kron, not knowing if others who would be visiting would arrive.
Krang was in a bit of a dilemma.
He had agreed to the rich merchant’s request only to see him go on to ask for help from the others.
Kron was outwardly upset, but he wished he had more companions to share the adventure with.
Although the Bloodthorn Clan was now in decline, the fame and prestige it once had was enough to make him, a wandering apprentice, fearful.
Therefore, after taking the lead to the outside of the manor, Kron did not rush in, but waited silently in the shadows, hoping to find a few reliable companions.
It was just that he didn’t expect that the first one to arrive here, Saul, had walked in by mistake. However, the other party’s reflexes and ability to cast spells quickly both caught Klang’s eye.
That’s why he took the initiative to share the manor’s information, wanting to seek an opportunity for cooperation, only he didn’t expect this little guy to be so eager.
Now Klang was even more certain that the other party came from the Sorcerer’s Tower, and only those who came from that kind of large sorcerer power would be so arrogant.
With this cooperation object, outside those small fish and shrimp Klang also do not want.
“Alright then, let’s go in now.”
Klang simply packed up and took the little apprentice, who was obviously getting nervous, and followed Saul along towards the manor gate.
However, Saul looked up at the gate, which was even higher than the fence, and turned his head to Klang, “There’s no need to enter the manor and then split up, I’m going to go over the fence from over there and take a look.”
Thinking that it shouldn’t be too dangerous beyond the main building, Krang nodded in agreement. “Good, then we’ll meet up in front of the castle gates in an hour.”
Saul nodded and bid farewell to Kron and the two for the time being.
He walked a small half circle around the manor fence, keeping his eyes on those roofs that were exposed above the fence.
As he came to a point where the top had collapsed a small section of the fence, he once again heard a strange noise.
This time he heard it a little more clearly, as if it were some sort of stringed music.
Like a silent man who was absently plucking at the strings.
“This is it.”
Saul cupped the scroll in his left hand and instantly tumbled through that gap in the fence.
He gently stomped his feet as soon as he landed, confirming that underneath his feet were soft ground and dense weeds.
At this time, several pleasant strings with accompanying melancholy melodies sounded behind him.
Sol frowned and turned his head, looking up at the man standing at the top of the fence.
“Victor, what are you playing at this time of night, why don’t you come down?”
A silver-haired young man holding a harp was standing at the top of the fence, looking into the distance.
The wind blew his fine, soft hair into disarray.
The youth’s face carried a faint melancholy, and his heart seemed to be full of sorrow.
“The once-sorcerer family has fallen just like this.” Before the words left his mouth, he plucked the strings of his zither, and a low yet pleasant sound seemed to echo his lament.
“If this world has a main theme, it must be, melancholy.” The youth’s turquoise-blue eyes were brimming with water.
Saul’s forehead rippled with a single vein, and his clenched fists trembled. The scroll in his hand made an unbearable sound, as if it was going to burst open in the next second.
“Victor! We’re here to steal, not for you to perform an opera here, if you don’t come down I’m going to beat you up.”
Victor still had a sad face, but finally listened to Saul and jumped down from the fence, landing lightly beside Saul.
“Saul, do you have you talk to your brother like that?”
Thor was in a trance and seemed a little confused, but when he saw Victor about to raise the strings again, anger once again took over his mind. “Sing again and you’ll get rid of your broken violin!”
Viktor pursed his mouth in aggravation and clutched his small log harp, which was less than half a meter tall, tightly to his chest.
Seeing his brother in this state again, Saul waved his hand helplessly.
“Well, let’s go to …… first,” Saul froze in place, “I forgot where I was going after being disrupted by you.”
Victor clutched his lyre and lifted his chin.
“The garden, you said to check out the garden.”
“Right.” Saul slapped his forehead, not understanding how he had just suddenly forgotten, “That garden is very much like the center of the spell. When you go over there in a while, be careful and don’t run around, in case you encounter any danger …… don’t give me any trouble.”
“Although brother I’m not as talented as you, but I’ve also entered the promotion level two for many years!”
Saul helplessly said, “Am I not trusting your strength? I am not trusting your brain!”
Victor’s expression stagnated, and a few moments of incredulity gradually surfaced on his face.
“Saul, I’ve never seen a brother as fierce as you.”
Saul was too lazy to argue with Viktor, he beckoned the other party to follow him and turned around to walk towards the garden in the front yard of the manor.
“I just observed that the center of this manor is in this garden. Strange, this front yard garden is too big.”
Victor honestly followed behind Saul, but his eyes had begun to stop looking at the road.
“Perhaps the owner of this manor is a romantic gentleman who likes to stroll between the fresh breeze and dewdrops in the early morning and dusk to smell the fragrance.”
“Maybe he just lacks places to display these so-called artifacts of his. The gardens are so big, it would be easy to kill someone and bury them.” Saul happened to pass by a stone statue and raised his hand to knock on it, solid, and found no magical fluctuations on it.
“Strange, what is the manor owner doing with so many human statues?” Saul passed by another stone statue and looked up at the equivalent human sculpture on the stone pier.
“That’s art, brother.” Victor stood under the sculpture, “Look at the look of panic on the face of this sculpture, it’s so lifelike, it really looks like the work of some great man.”
Saul stared at the sculpture’s expression, the wide eyes, the open mouth, the twisted jaw.
He couldn’t feel the artistic flavor, but only a chillingly eerie thrill.
“You be careful.” Saul couldn’t help but lower his voice, “I have a feeling that these stone statues might have been transformed by living people. It’s just that it’s been too long and the magic fluctuations on them have dissipated.”
“Is that so?” Victor followed Saul’s example and pressed his hand on the statues, “I can’t feel the breath of life, what a pitiful person, obviously already running hard, but he can’t escape the clutches of fate.”
Seeing Victor start huffing again, Saul rolled his eyes helplessly.
“There’s no organ, and there’s no trace of sorcery. Hurry up and go, the treasure shouldn’t be here.”
Their quickened steps entered the garden in the front yard.
The garden was large, only that it had been left untended for a long time, and some of the delicate and famous flowers had withered and faded, but clusters of brightly colored wildflowers bloomed in the corners of the flower beds.
“The center point should be over there.” Saul looked around again, calculated again in his mind, and finally pointed to a spot in the garden.
Victor followed behind Saul, looking left and right, with a leisurely posture, completely without the intention of using his brain.
When the two came to the location that Saul estimated, they both stopped and frowned at the front.
In front of them, there was a dilapidated flowerbed, the center of which had been dug by whoever, with dirt scattered all around, the dirtiest place in this garden.
“It’s over, could the treasure have been dug up by someone else?” Victor asked in mock nervousness.
Saul sensed the surroundings and did not find any danger, he still cupped the scroll of Spirit Armor Technique in his left hand and slowly approached the deep pit.
Although this place had been damaged to a certain extent, from the shape of the deep pit thus one could still tell that a four-square object had once been placed in the pit.
“It seems like a coffin was buried here.”
(End of chapter)