Chapter 480 The dead body in the wet stone chamber
“Boom!”
Amidst the loud noise and rising dust and mist, the steps under the sarcophagus finally appeared in front of you.
Pinching his nose and fanning away the dust with his hands, Horn had a smile on his face.
He didn't know how the mechanism of the sarcophagus worked, but he knew that there was a passage under the sarcophagus, and that was enough.
He asked someone to use a sledgehammer to smash the altar in the hall, and in front of him was the mysterious tunnel Aijalang said.
On the slippery gray brick wall, iron-black torch holders were hung, and it was so dark that it was difficult to see the scene below.
On both sides of the wall, there are faint niches, and there are rotten wooden tools and various sundries on both sides of the steps.
It seems that this tunnel is quite old.
Just judging from the shape and stone excavation, it probably did not exist in the palace itself, but was built later.
Horn could guess that this was probably the tunnel where Favaleri escaped.
Although it is too late to catch him now, at least the tunnel should be collapsed to prevent any more demon hunters from coming.
A guard holy gunman picked up the torch and probed twice at the entrance of the cave. When he saw the torch extinguished, he immediately shouted behind him: "Here comes the Miracle Priest, we need wind."
The two miracle priests tossed back and forth for half an hour before finally blowing away the suspicious gas in the stone chamber in front of them.
Several guards with ropes tied around their waists walked carefully downstairs holding torches. Horn waited at the door for almost half an hour before walking around the stairs.
Being idle and bored, Horn looked around and caressed the stairs, trying to find a new mechanism path.
Unfortunately, he touched for a long time and got nothing except a handful of ashes.
Lowering his head in boredom, Horn saw a pile of regular square stains stuck to the base of the wall next to the steps.
From this appearance alone, Horn could deduce——
It should have been a few scattered pieces of paper, accidentally pasted on the wall, and over time, it became covered with dust. Turned into a square stain.
Hmm... there seems to be a white scratch next to the square stain?
Horn raised the glowstone lantern and began to assess the damage on the wall.
The sharp scratches on the wall went all the way down from the stairwell, and something must have scratched the wall.
Squatting on the ground, Horn stretched out his fingers and touched both the steps and the scratches.
There was light shining on the fingertips, which were fine black powder and debris. An idea flashed in Horn's mind. Could this be the obsidian obelisk left behind?
If the group of demon hunters didn't go through the main road, they probably took this road, and they might have left some traces.
Hold the fluorescent stone lamp, Horn's heart beat rapidly. He immediately stood up: "Go, search around to see if there is anything different."
The military police immediately dispersed and searched along the shrines on both sides of the steps and in the cracks in the ground.
There are a lot of papers piled up in the niche, but they are either blank papers or copied drafts of scriptures.
The papers were too wet and stuck together, and the writing was blurred and could not be read clearly. The military police flipped through them for a long time, and the only harvest was a few parchment books.
These books are still in good condition, they are parchment after all.
Picking up the first parchment book, Horn didn't even wait to walk up, he eagerly opened it on the stairs by the light of the fire.
In the swaying firelight and fluorescent light, Horn nodded frequently while reading a book.
There were a few illustrations with strange geometric shapes among the yellowed pages, but he couldn't understand the rest at all.
Horn's cultural papermaking skills are not low. Although he does not understand the meaning, he can distinguish most languages in the empire.
But he didn't recognize the text on the book in front of him at all. It was phonetic writing written horizontally from left to right, and the letters were all vertical.
These words are winding and twisted, like small black snakes crawling on the book. One glance at them makes people feel their scalp numb.
This should be some kind of code word or text from the small Norn tribe, but if it was left by Shilov's grandmother, then she should be able to translate it or have some clues.
I hope this is really the clue left by Shilov’s mother.
"Check these books to make sure there is no danger, and then send them to Shilov and let her see if she recognizes them." After giving instructions to the military police, the people in the stone room below finally climbed up the steps to report. : "Confirmed that it is safe, Your Majesty."
Rafeel, who was following the Guards Holy Gunslinger, said even more excitedly: "We found the bodies of Favaleri and the lycanthrope queen, just down there."
Horn hurriedly dragged Jeanna down the stone steps to the stone room at the bottom.
This stone room is not big, about twenty or thirty square meters in size. It is more like a corridor than a stone room.
Jean Na sniffed, and the air indeed smelled of putrid corpses.
Stepping on the floor tiles of the stone room, Horn lowered his head and saw the dead body of a lycanthrope lying on the ground near the steps.
Farther away on the opposite side of the steps is another human corpse.
The middle-aged demon hunter with gray temples fell on the wet and cold stone bricks. He sat against the wall, his body twisted in an unnatural posture, and his fingernails were full of stone chips and soil.
His eyes were round and sunken, his mouth was as wide as an O shape, and his wrinkled face was full of unbelievable despair.
Not far in front of him was a stone door covered with scratches. There was a hole in the middle of the stone door that had been smashed and dug out.
The loose soil from the hole poured out and covered his legs, making his once clean trousers full of mud.
Is this Favaleri?
"How did he die?"
"Your Majesty, he died of suffocation." After whispering to the investigating military police for a while, Rafael walked to Horn and reported.
Suffocated to death? It's only been two days, is the oxygen depleted so quickly? Why didn't he open the sarcophagus above?
"Call the two demon hunters over and see if it's him." Horn snapped his fingers behind him, and the two demon hunters appeared at the steps.
The old demon hunter walked at the front gloatingly, and behind him was Aigalan, whose eyes were so swollen that he could not open his eyes, and his sleeves, collar, and lips were covered with blood spots.
He had three shackles on his feet, two handcuffs on his hands, and an iron collar around his neck. He could only move half a step.
Rafel stepped aside, pointed at the middle-aged man's body by the wall and asked: "Do you know him?"
Seeing Favaleri's body, the old demon hunter The person was stunned for a moment, then shook his head mockingly: "I know him, he is Favaleri, ha, I knew it..."
At this time, Aigalang came from behind with difficulty, but compared with the old demon hunter's calmness, his mood was much more excited.
"Impossible, this, Favalery, there used to be a road here, and there was a tunnel." Aigalan took half a step forward, but was stopped by two gendarmes.
He looked at the corpse on the ground with unbelief in his eyes. Favaleri, died like this?
"There is a road here, there is a road here." Staring at the back of the stone gate, Aigalang yelled incoherently, still walking there while shouting.
"Why are you so crazy?" The holy gunman next to him hit him in the stomach with a stick, causing him to fall down.
But he was still mumbling to himself, still unable to believe the reality: "Why is there no road? There was a road when we came here before, right?"
The old demon hunter watched by Aigalan He sneered: "I guess the mechanism of the sarcophagus was tampered with, and then the church outside removed the tunnel supports, so the people inside couldn't get out."
"Why?"
The old demon hunter wanted to ridicule, but under those swollen, tearful eyes, he seemed to see his former self. He sighed: "The church doesn't want us to come back. We are lucky. If we follow Favaleri, They all died here."
"Master Pierre is here, how could he allow the church to do this?" Aigalan still couldn't believe it, "Just because. The balance of these tens of gold pounds? ”
As the master witcher of Wolf Castle in Gravelland, Pierre is almost the father and idol of the younger generation of witchers. He even has his own "Witcher Stories".
It was Pierre who even introduced Aigaran to Favaleri's professional team.
"Who knows how many gold pounds there are, dozens, hundreds, or thousands?" The old demon hunter smiled bitterly as he looked at the tunnel blocked by mud and Favalery who died of despair. , "If Master Pierre is really kind, why would he introduce you to the task of assassination instead of hunting monsters?
To be honest, I am not surprised at all that this happens in our industry. But it’s you, Aigalang. Is this your first day in the empire?”
Sitting on the ground, looking at the hideous-looking corpse, Aigalang said nothing.
(End of this chapter)