Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 117 Merovingian Dynasty

Decades ago, Nock's grandfather was a powerful lord, he had Brionelli's territory, honor, and the family had also produced Holy Grail Knights.

Everything was good, very good, until Mr. Knight in their family fell in love with the lord's woman, a beautiful lady.

Her hair is long and beautiful, like the Seine. When the knights raised their swords to duel with the lord because of her unreasonable thoughts, the fierce battle was fought from the top of the castle to the bottom of the castle until they found out. , alarmed the real owner of the castle underground.

It was a powerful vampire. Sir Nock's tired grandfather was killed with one blow. The knight gentleman realized his mistake at this moment, desperately rushed out of the cellar, and brought the lord's son out of Grantset Castle.

But after that, Granset's noble descendants must remain anonymous, because everyone knows that his ancestors had a disgusting vampire, and the rebellious knight felt ashamed of them, so he gave up his fief, Quinari. The hotel in Sicheng was handed over to them.

He went on a quest by himself...

In the end, the knight still did not come back, leaving only the last bloodline of the Grantset bloodline.

But now, all the grievances and grievances and complexities all fell on Sir Nock. He left his hometown, took risks, became a knight of the kingdom, and was recognized by the goddess until his heart and blade would not be confused and dull.

He returned to his hometown, the real hometown, Brionne, and he was summoned by the baron soon after he had learned a lot, passed the judgment, and then sat here.

After Jazz's story was finished, the leaves beside him trembled suddenly, but not too much. The two of them were drunk and didn't care.

After hearing the story, Roel just drank his brandy and shook his head. "You are also a miserable person."

Sir cursed. "That's right, who isn't?!" He bit the jerky fiercely, not caring about the stench left in his armor.

When the two literal stinky men vented their inner pain with wine and food, the beautiful and graceful figure landed on the table, took a piece of jerky and ate it.

"Two short-lived ghosts." Elena chewed on the jerky, complaining. "Do you short-lived ghosts all have a destiny or something?"

Roel pouted. "When did you come back?"

Elena brushed her waist. "This afternoon, but none of you are here."

"The battle doesn't seem to be going well?"

Roel and Nock immediately began to complain about each other.

"Enough, those orcs know the location of the mortar team for some reason!"

"We were disgraced by the bombing!"

"My God, Tal."

Roel was completely relieved of the Jazz at this moment, and he only told this matter.

"There is an inner ghost between us who revealed this information. When I was investigating the greenskin camp some time ago, there were undead who were sending information to the Cyclopes."

"But the Baron's dead. It's obviously impossible for the two of us. I really don't know who did such a bastard thing."

This matter has become a haze, and it has fallen on Roel. He is not sure if the spy caused this failure, but...

Elena smiled. "I found oh, evidence."

She took out a book from her pocket and slapped it on the table, a lot of smoke and ash came out, the front of it was burnt badly, it was obviously taken out from the fire, but the material of the pages on it was wrong, like leather, but not common Animal, but kind of like...

Roel shook his head, then asked. "What is this?"

Sir Noke wiped the cover of the book with his fingers and read a few letters from it.

"Merovingian, Dynasty..."

Elena turned to the first page, but the strange book was actually empty, Elena spoke again. "It is a magical tool shaped by the wind of death. It records the names of the Duke of Musilon, Merovingen, and all the vampires whose bloodlines he left behind, even including the descendants of mortals."

"And this book is extremely resistant to burning, the wind of death makes it repair itself like life, and it will not dissipate like a dead spirit, so that the people in the village found it in the rainstorm the next day, and only a little bit of the cover was lost in the ashes , very scared."

"Kaloma and the others are doing well, and the lord's magic items have basically been destroyed physically. Only this book they couldn't clean up until I found it."

"Of course, but I only know so much, because opening the book requires the blood of the Merovingian court."

"Obviously, it is the lord's most valuable collection, and it is also what the baron here wants."

Roel stroked the page with his fingers, and it felt like smooth skin... He felt goosebumps all over his body, and then immediately thought that the baron needed it, which meant that the baron also felt that he was being monitored by something?

Could this be the key to finding the traitor, right?
"Sir, try with your blood, you are a descendant of the orthodox Merovingian palace!"

Jazz's face was ugly. He was treated unfairly because of this, but he still cut his fingers with his great sword and slashed across the pages of the book.

This wonderful book does not seem to be wet, blood falls on it, a blood bead gathers, the light blue light shines, the blood is sucked into the book, at this moment Roel smells the smell again, that is.

"Wind of death?" He murmured and felt familiar. Like Eustabe, he may have begun to sense the death wind, one of the eight winds. This is not a good thing, it will make him extreme and painful...

But why did it feel like this just now?
When the book finished absorbing the blood beads, the characters appeared on the top, the first page was written with the name of the Duke of Meroving, and down was his dependent family, from the sad and weak to the powerful earl, who had been patronized by his blood kiss People are on top.

The name of the dead is dim, but the living is bright, although for a vampire, such a judgment of life and death is very vague.

Roel couldn't understand, so he could only listen to Jazz's dictation.

"This page is not, and this page is not..."

"It's hard to say what clues..."

Jazz complained while turning the pages of the book. His movements suddenly stopped. Roel looked at the page curiously, and the name on the first page of that page was Grantset...

Jazz swallowed his saliva, pointed his finger down gently, and said strange names one after another, until he pointed to a familiar name and said it.

"Nock Grantsett..."

"The original Granset... the vampire who occupied the castle, or rather, the vampire who guarded his own family property..."

"Lounte Grantset, my father."

"Lina Lamia Granset... who is she?!"

"My mother is not on it, she is a direct line of my family? But why is her name on it, that is to say, her generation is older than my grandfather?"

Roel swallowed, a female vampire, Lamia... bloodline...

Proficient in political struggle, behind-the-scenes operations.

Roel suddenly remembered when he had smelled that strange smell before.

"Yes...it's the baroness, the spy is the baroness!"

(End of this chapter)