Chapter 1751

The consumption of "Key of the Door" was not much, and the just-used "Moonlight Wheel · Second Form," although the effect was not good because it was used in a hurry, also had the same consumption.

Compared with Xia De, the state of the three ghouls was worse. Xia De was equivalent to breaking their Misuo head-on. Under the backlash of spellcasting, the three ghouls were listless and gathered together at this moment, and did not take advantage of Xia De's recovery state to counterattack.

Even if the other party was an undead creature, Xia De's recovery speed was faster than theirs. In the time of a few breaths, as the scorching air rushed into his lungs, he raised his head again to look at the three ghouls huddled together.

They also discovered Xia De's movements. Almost at the same moment, the three corpses rushed out in three directions. One climbed toward a higher place along the wall, one jumped down and entered the soil like diving, and the last one rushed toward Xia De.

"Do these things have too many tricks?"

The ghoul rushing toward Xia De began to swell, and at the same time, black mist emerged from the muscle cracks of the swelling corpse. Its eyes emitted a miserable green light that frightened the soul. While the whole ghoul drew an arc in the air, it was like an eraser rubbing over a pencil sketch, actually causing the space steamed by the heat to undergo further deformation.

"Black Moon Symbol."

The long staff was stabbed out by Xia De like a javelin. After pinning the forward-rushing ghoul to the ground, a large Black Moon Symbol slowly appeared on the ground.

With a light sound of bang~, the ghoul finally exploded. But this didn't have much power; it was just a large mass of white ash scattered all over the sky. Xia De pulled out the Yggdrasil Staff and avoided the exploding white ash:

"Help me pay attention to its soul."

【No observation.】

And by the time Xia De walked out of the burning granary and went to look for the traces of the other two ghouls, they had already disappeared. They had broken through the Thorn of the Moon while enduring the damage.

However, Xia De did not bother to chase the two fleeing ghouls; after all, he didn't think he could catch them either.

Turning to look at the fire, he first collected the severed limbs of the ghoul he had just cut off, subsequently entered the warehouse behind the building that was also on fire, and then lifted the door of the cellar and entered the underground.

The heartbeat sound Xia De heard underground just now came from here. As for how he discovered the door of the cellar, it was because of the bloodstains on the ground.

The cellar of the farm looked like it was used to store vegetables, and the area was just about the same size as the basement of Xia De's house. When walking down the stairs, he immediately smelled the foul smell of ghoul toxin.

The firelight at the cellar entrance projected into the underground, letting Xia De see people who had died here after being poisoned. These people looked like they were mostly the servants of the manor originally, and their dress and appearance were not glamorous, but the appearance of being pitch-black after death was similar.

The number of people who died here exceeded thirty. It looked like they had hidden here immediately after encountering the ghoul attack. Not everyone was already poisoned when they came in. Observing carefully, he saw a man with several steel forks inserted in his body lying in the corner, and his degree of corpse change was the highest.

"Is he the source of the infection here?"

Ghouls are not blood-sucking species, and the probability of people becoming undead creatures after being bitten by them is also very, very low, but very low does not mean impossible. And in this relatively enclosed place, even if this kind of lowest-level "living corpse" seen today appeared, the threat to people was fatal.

There was only one person alive in the entire basement, and that was the man leaning against the wall, whose face also showed traces of poisoning. He was in the deepest part of the basement, like someone watching over corpses in an enclosed tomb, waiting for death quietly.

He naturally noticed Xia De walking over, but still did not say any words. Xia De took a candle from his bosom to illuminate the other party's face:

"Are you... Mole?"

This was the person Xia De came to find, consistent with the photo in the information.

The man who only had his last breath left still did not speak, so Xia De said the contact code:

"Mr. Mole lives in a boot, and Mr. Mouse in the boot moved to the spider's house."

Only then did the man, whose face already showed traces of ulceration, have a lively expression in his eyes:

"Then where did Mr. Spider move to?"

"Moved into the master's stomach."

Xia De matched the last sentence, and the poisoned man also breathed a sigh of relief. He did not hesitate and said the situation he knew:

"No one discovered me; I hid very well. The intelligence collected is in storage cabinet 109 of the Glass City Art Museum. Those three monsters appeared about 20 minutes ago. They didn't come for me; they took the hearts, heads, and reproductive organs of two people."

"Those two people are..."

"I have the information of everyone here. The only common point and intersection of those two people is that they are both descendants of the townspeople of Green Lake Town—yes, the abandoned town on the central island of Green Lake."

He was out of breath when speaking, but still tried hard to provide the last intelligence:

"Their goal is very clear, but because they didn't want their purpose to be discovered, they slaughtered everyone here. Not afraid of bullets, not afraid of fire; pitchforks and sickles also didn't work. This is that kind of thing from legends."

His pupils were already a bit unfocused, and the last sound, even if Xia De leaned to his ear, was almost inaudible.

Thus, Xia De moved his hand toward the man's chest, but was grabbed by "Mole" with his last strength:

"What do you want to do?"

He widened his eyes.

"Treat you. Don't worry, I can definitely resolve this kind of toxin."

Xia De said very easily.

"No, please don't do this."

The man looked at Xia De with eyes that were almost bleeding:

"If you do this, the church will know that you exist among us, and the church will know that this matter really has to do with MI6."

He shook his head hard:

"For the sake of the motherland, don't save me, don't take away my corpse, don't move my position, don't take away any mementos on me; please let me die here."

He was like a flash of light before death at this moment, and the strength of his palm was astonishing. Although this was not enough to clamp Xia De, Xia De did not take the initiative to struggle free:

"Even if I saved you, the church might not necessarily be able to discover it."

The outsider admired such people very much, so he reminded him actively.

"Cannot gamble on such a probability. My mission has been completed, and the intelligence has also been given to you; don't make extra trouble. Please let me make my last contribution for the 6th Department, for Delarian."

"Mole" said the last sentence like a request:

"Please give me the last chance to offer loyalty, for the 6th Department, for the Cavendish royal family, for Dela..."

Without Xia De's treatment, the toxin destroyed his brain and heart, and he just looked at Xia De like this and swallowed his last breath.

Although there were not a few people who died in front of the outsider since coming to this world, the death of this stranger still made him stunned for several seconds:

"Loyalty, huh?"

Xia De did not want to impose his own views on others regarding whether life or loyalty was more important. He respected the choice of this colleague in front of him. Although the outsider's sense of belonging to Delarian was not strong, it did not prevent him from admiring those who could truly do "for the motherland."

"How come every matter in the Green Lake region finally involves that island?"

He sighed and stood up, then looked at all the dead people in the cellar. Strictly speaking, the death of these people was not only because of the ghouls, but "Mole" also had a very slight relationship. After all, if the Gray Gloves hadn't suspected that there were spies among the manor servants, the servants wouldn't have been transferred here for review.

Even though the negotiations between the two countries were still continuing, even though the war was still far from arriving, the secret victims had already paved this cellar. The outsider had nothing to say about this; he knew that some things were destined to be irredeemable. The secret war between Delarian and Karsenrik had already begun.

Leaving the cellar, because there were no living people here, Xia De didn't go to extinguish the raging fire, but threw the crystal shoe and left here directly.

After returning home, he first changed his clothes. The fire had caused serious damage to Xia De's coat and pants. Subsequently, before lunch, he wrote the intelligence about "Mole" into a document, and then took Little Mia to Green Lake City.

First, he had lunch at the Green Lake Hotel and asked the hotel servant to send the intelligence to the address left by Director Anluosi, and only then did he take the cat, which had eaten its fill and wanted to go home, and embarked on the journey to the south bank of Green Lake.

By 2:00 PM this Wednesday, when he saw Miss Sylvia at the manor again, Xia De didn't expect Megan to be here too. Before Xia De arrived, Megan was asking Miss Sylvia for advice on the application of spatial power. After the maid reported, Xia De walked over with Little Mia, and the two witches greeted them together:

"Good afternoon, Xia De."

The three went to the study upstairs together. Xia De briefly described what he saw and heard at the farm that morning. Subsequently, he took out a book from the illusory bookshelf beside him and handed it to Megan:

"Please confirm whether you recognize these three people?"

The appearance of the three ghouls from the morning appeared on the page, and Megan's face turned ugly immediately after just one glance.

Xia De looked at Miss Sylvia, so the young black-haired Great Witch asked tentatively:

"Is your father among them?"

"Yes."

She closed her eyes, covered her forehead, and sighed, pointing to the one in the middle. Fortunately, this was not the one eliminated by Xia De, but the one that climbed the wall and escaped.

"Do you recognize the other two?"

Xia De asked again, but Megan nodded:

"This one on the left looks very familiar; he looks very much like Uncle Edward. My father, Alphonse Edwards, had the best relationship with Edward Edwards, the second son of the fourth generation. There was no such mature photography technology in that era as there is now. The only oil paintings of other family members I have ever seen are the oil paintings of my father and Uncle Edward. But those were oil paintings of them when they were young, and there is a certain difference from corpses."

Edward Edwards on the left was the one eliminated by Xia De. But he suspected that this didn't count as elimination at all; he couldn't have thoroughly killed a member of the Edwards family so easily.

PS: Illustration name: For the Motherland.

(End of chapter)