The red moon returns

Chapter 432 Excuse me

The city lord was not there. There were only two painters in the hall, who were putting the final touches on a portrait.

The painting shows two men and three women. A middle-aged man is sitting in the front with a half-grown child standing next to him, and three women are standing behind him.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. The other four looked somewhat similar to him. All five of them had serious expressions, without a trace of smile on their faces.

If nothing unexpected happens, these are the city lord and his three daughters.

The artist revealed that the city lord was still there not long ago.

In the past few days, they have been working overtime at the request of the city lord, just to finish this portrait. The city lord seems to attach great importance to this painting. No matter what happens in the past few days, he will stay here with his three daughters for at least eight hours to let the painter paint. As for the boy, he was copied from the portrait.

The city lord gave them enough money to paint, and the only requirement was that they finish the painting before tomorrow. The two painters worked hard and finally finished the painting at noon today. All that was left was some post-processing, and the finished product could be delivered tonight.

The city lord was overjoyed and gave them a large reward on the spot.

Oh ho, it’s over.

The portrait is ready, and it seems that he is prepared for the worst.

But why? Has he already spared no effort to resurrect his son?
According to the painter, only the city lord came today, but it was the final stage, so it didn't matter whether others came or not. The city lord let them paint here for the whole morning, and it can be seen that the city lord is still in a good mood, and even joked with them a few times, as if he got what he wanted.

Until ten minutes ago, the butler Rocky suddenly came, which surprised the city lord.

But Mr. Lodge seemed uncomfortable and said nothing. He just gave the city lord a letter. After reading it, the city lord hurried away and his whereabouts are unknown.

Mr. Lodge stared at them working on the oil painting, which made the painters feel terrified. He ignored them when they talked to him and left after staring for a while.

Lynch looked at the two painters with a very strange look for a while, and finally just patted them on the shoulders. The fact that they could survive being alone in a room with the infected people was enough to brag about until the end of this ancient memory.

In fact, it is not surprising that the butler became infected. This is why Dr. Sven planned to develop drugs before looking for the body. If you come into contact with the body without taking drugs, you will soon become infected. If Rocky has been following his young master Jack since last night, he must have been infected.

What's really strange is that Rocky's infection was controlled.

Lynch had already been alerted by the few infected people who had escaped before, and Rocky's appearance further proved his concerns.

Being able to suppress the cannibalistic instinct and even deliver messages is a typical example of being under control.

The previous experimental subjects showed no signs of being under control. The first one to show signs of being under control was the young master Jack. Since him, all the infected people have shown signs of being under control.

Maybe old Sven had just found a way to control the infected, but Lynch was more inclined to believe that it was Jack who gave old Sven the ability to control the infected.

Or maybe Jack is the key to controlling the infected, and old Sven is just controlling the infected by controlling Jack.

Lynch's thoughts gradually took shape in his mind. This was probably the reason why old Sven made all this trouble. He wanted to create an army of infected people who would obey his orders.

The four of them looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Dr. Sven and the entire city died in the end. Otherwise, once the infection reached a large scale, the era of cold weapons would have been an unsolvable dead end, and the history of the world would have ended in the Third Age.

Terry didn’t think so much, and asked anxiously: “You don’t know where Master Jackson went?”

"I'm sorry, Sir Knight." The painter said timidly, "The Lord of the City never said that."

Terry sighed heavily and was about to say something else, but saw Lynch shook his head and then pulled him out of the castle hall.

"It's no use asking them. Let's go to the basement and check out the room where Master Jack's belongings are kept." Terry thought it made sense and immediately led the four people around the castle for a long time, and finally entered a dark staircase.

They met several servants on the way, and they all said that they had not seen the city lord. However, when they saw Mr. Lodge had just passed by not long ago, they were stunned, but still followed him.

It was cold and damp, and the huge stone walls were covered with dirty water drops. But it was still bright, at least I could see the surroundings clearly.

There were no servants in the basement, only a few winding corridors like a maze. Terry just looked around and chose one to walk down.

"I asked Rocky last night, and he told me the exact location of the room." Terry said with a sad expression, "He didn't understand why Mr. Jackson arranged such a room at that time."

As they were talking, the group had already stopped in front of a door.

It was a heavy and gorgeous wooden door, closed tightly. Terry pulled the door handle and suddenly stopped.

The door is unlocked.

"wait."

Lynch called out to the armed knight who was hesitating whether to enter the door, and took the Torch of Light handed over by Miss Diana. With his other hand, he had transformed his cane into a serrated sword.

Beside him, Officer Natalie drew her sword without any reminder, and the two of them stood on the left and right, blocking the Countess and Judy.

"Okay, let's go."

"Don't rush in when you open the door," the female police officer reminded, "Close it immediately and then open it again."

After all, he was a high-ranking official in the city, and even in the Dark Ages he did not have enough sense of crisis. Knight Terry's expression tensed, he took a deep breath, and carefully opened the door as instructed.

However, the room was not dark, but brightly lit. With the help of the bright candlelight, the group saw a strange scene.

Behind the door was arranged like a restaurant, with a long table, wooden chairs, and the table was filled with sumptuous food.

A group of people were eating around a dining table. It didn't feel like they were in a dark basement at all, but rather like a normal restaurant.

This group of people included both big and small, male and female, some sitting and some standing.

The butler who had just met was lingering around the table with an empty tray in his hand, while the rest of the people were sitting at the table.

Lynch recognized at a glance that the three adult women were the three daughters of the city lord in the portrait, and the other two men and three children must be the city lord's son-in-law and grandson mentioned by Terry.

How come they were here, in the same room with an infected person?
As soon as the doubts arose, these people took action.

As if startled by the sound of the door opening, a group of people slowly turned around and happened to come face to face with a group of five people outside the door.

His eyes were bloodshot, his expression was ferocious, and hungry saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to suddenly freeze.

The next moment, Lynch took a step forward and quickly closed the door, blocking the sight of the group of infected people.

Sorry, I took the wrong road. Sorry to bother you.

(End of this chapter)