Chapter 481 Undercurrent
Drakenberg Tower, laboratories of the Risberg Civil Partnership.

“Boss, the order to search the laboratory has been issued.” Big Head trotted over with a shield in hand.

“Well,” Wyatt nodded, leaning the heavy tower shield against the wall, “Lord Risberg’s collection is very valuable. You go and keep an eye on it, and don’t let them do anything rash or steal.”

“Brothers, we don’t want everything,” said Big Head, unconvinced, “If this isn’t intestines, it could be the heart or the brain. No one would want it even if they were given away for free.”

“What nonsense! Just go now if I tell you to!” Wyatt blew his beard and glared.

“Let’s go…” Big Head shook his head, muttering something, and left with a few shield guards.

He scolded the guards perfunctorily and carried out a mission that was called searching for hidden enemies, but was actually cleaning up the devastated ruins after the battle.

After the shield guards had gone far away, Wyatt retracted his gaze and said to the void beside him:
“Are you sure you can hide this from the wizards?”

“Of course not,” Carlo’s voice sounded in the void, “Ronnie Dickins is not an ordinary warlock. He is the first person under Master Ottolan in the Lisberg Civil Partnership. He is not much younger than Ottolan. He was born into a minor noble family, but he has learned a lot…”

“Investigation, torture, rituals, divination, magic… with so many methods, he can always find the truth.”

“Then why?” Wyatt’s eyes widened.

“Since no one wants to fight against the Wolf School’s demon hunters, we have to find something for them to do,” Carlo looked at the busy guards and shook his head. “Let’s go to the inner room and help collect the bodies of those wizards from Lisberg…”

“When Ronnie Dickins comes back, we can find some excuses to deal with him.”

Wyatt nodded, picked up the tower shield, and followed Carlo.

The most serious damage to the laboratory was in the front half close to the gate, while the monster specimens in the back were relatively well preserved.

in the air.

The pungent smell of formaldehyde gradually faded as the two men moved away from the core of the battlefield, and the sweetness of over-fermented apples seeped out, which, like these hideous and bloody specimens, made people feel even more uncomfortable.

Wyatt’s little eyes turned away from the glass jar where the snake was entangled with the bumpy toad with disgust, and he couldn’t help but say:

“Those wizards are getting more and more crazy. They even dare to plot against the demon hunters…”

“What’s even crazier is the demon hunters,” Carlo shook his head. “A seriously injured demon hunter master and an apprentice who somehow learned a few spells actually dared to force their way into Drakenberg. They were lucky!”

“That’s not crazy,” Wyatt denied dissatisfiedly, and corrected in a silly voice, “A real man should do this. When your companion is arrested, do you really want to stand by and watch?”

Upon hearing this, Carlo suddenly stopped, turned around and looked up and down in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Wyatt asked uncomfortably.

“Do you really think so?” Carlo said in a strange tone, “I didn’t expect you to be so naive after staying in Drakenberg for so many years…”

“I… am naive?” Wyatt was stunned for a moment, then he was furious. “What do you mean I am still so naive? Your brother was arrested, are you going to watch him and not save him? Are you still a man?”

Carlo paused, remained silent for a few seconds, and said coldly: “Have you forgotten where this is?”

“This is Drakenberg, the largest and most secure prison in the Northern Continent!”

“Ian Sheedy sent wave after wave of people. Did they rescue even one Ian Sheedy?”

“no!”

Carlo answered his own question, his voice sharp, and he said sternly: “They are just wasting innocent lives in vain!”

“The same goes for the two demon hunters from the Wolf School. If they hadn’t been lucky enough to have killed Padraic Vasquez first and not encountered Ronnie Dickins, they would have been let off by the two of us…”

“If any one of these factors had not been met, they would both be dead now.”

“The wizard is dead, there will be Ronnie Dickinson investigating, Evans has nobles and kings, but what about the two witchers from the Wolf School?”

“No one’s coming, Wyatt! No one!”

“No one outside of Drakenberg will even know that today, two demon hunters from the Wolf School, like real men, risked their lives to save their companions and broke into the largest prison in the northern continent.”

“perhaps……”

“We have to wait until the severe ice and snow cover the icy walls of the Ancient Sea Fortress.”

“Only those slow-witted demon hunters of the Wolf School would toast to the death of their two companions at a long table in front of a warm campfire, and then forget about those two fools after a night of drunkenness.”

“Wyatt!”

Carlo appeared from the void, his clear black eyes gleaming with anger:

“Saving people is hurting people!”

Wyatt was taken aback by Carlo’s sudden and inexplicable outburst of emotion.

He doesn’t understand.

It’s not like the Wolf School’s demon hunter died in their hands, so why did Carlo suddenly get so angry?
“Then…how can those long-eared elves compare with demon hunters?” Wyatt smiled awkwardly. “The goddess of fate is their protector, and the father of the sky appreciates powerful warriors who wield swords to fight against evil. He will not let demon hunters die from the oppression of their own kind…”

Just say it.

Carlo suddenly disappeared from the void again.

But Wyatt could feel that Carlo’s emotions seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and he was looking at him quietly, which made his scalp tingle.

for a long time.

“Carlo?” Wyatt asked carefully.

“Ian Sheedy is a non-human race, but demon hunters are not?” Carlo asked.

“Demon Hunters… How could Demon Hunters be a non-human race?” Wyatt scratched his head. “Although they look a little different, they are all human children.”

“And they are risking their lives to protect humanity.”

Carlo remained silent for a few seconds, then murmured in a very weak voice: “Ain Sheedy also once protected humans.”

“what?”

“Nothing,” Carlo shook his head and said softly, “Sorry, I just lost control of my emotions.”

Wyatt waved his hands repeatedly:

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I get irritated after staying in Drakenberg for too long. I have so many brothers. After more than ten years, I see that you have always been alone…”

“That’s right, Brother Carlo!”

“Why don’t you wait until this matter is over and ask the new manager for leave to go home and rest for a few days.”

Wyatt took a few steps forward and patted Carlo on the shoulder.

Carlo paused, remained silent for a few seconds, and shook his head gently: “No need…”

“How can I not use it? Let me tell you, there is nothing more relaxing than going home, hugging those brats, and cuddling them at night…”

“I don’t have a home.”

“Oh…you didn’t…” Wyatt paused as he realized what Carlo was talking about, not daring to say anything else.

fortunately.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination.

The wooden door was carved with mysterious etched patterns, and blood slowly flowed out from the bottom, forming a pool of dark red blood.

The smell of rust is so strong that even the pungent smell of formalin can’t suppress it.

Wyatt and Carlo looked at each other and pushed the door open.

“Squeak~”

Wyatt only stepped his left foot into the stall when he suddenly stiffened and stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Carlo raised his dagger vigilantly.

“Carlo…” Wyatt said in a dry voice, pointing to the compartment, “Maybe Master Dante and his apprentice didn’t rely on luck…”

Isn’t it based on luck?
What does that mean… Carlo frowned, walked around the tower shield that occupied most of the space, and looked into the compartment.

The horrible little room no longer looked like a cutting-edge laboratory. There were limbs, skulls, charred bodies, a toppled iron chair and torture instruments that had been split in two. Only at the innermost part were there monkeys, humans, and elves that seemed to be test subjects, spitting bubbles and sealed in glass jars, proving that this was a laboratory, not a bloody slaughterhouse.

“Creak~Creak~”

The sticky blood seeped into the gaps in the leather boots, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound with every step.

He lowered his gaze.

The blood-stained head in the pool of scarlet blood stared at him with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Carlo felt that the man looked familiar at first, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

“Ronnie… Dickinson?!!!”

“Tap~Tap~” Carlo took two steps and stepped into the compartment.

Behind the molten iron chair, beneath the white lab robe stained with the blood of a headless corpse, is a black robe lining that represents the identity of a warlock of the High Council.

You can’t go wrong!

Ronnie Dickinson!
He’s Ronnie Dickinson!
and many more……

Carlo glanced around again.

One, two, three… Including Quaid outside and Padraic Vasquez in front of the tower, there are eight wizards in total…

All the wizards in the Nonhuman Studies Division of the Risberg Civilian Partnership are here, and they’re all dead!
The demon hunters of the Wolf School do not rely on luck, they kill their way to the top through hard work.

Wyatt stared at the corpse on the ground and murmured, “Is Master Dante so powerful?”

“It’s not Dante,” Carlo said firmly, “His breathing is very disordered and he has been seriously injured.”

“It won’t be here…”

“No, it’s an old injury, not a new one.”

“That?”

Wyatt raised his head in shock and looked at Carlo in astonishment, who also realized something.

Carlo’s eyes were filled with incredible brilliance, and he nodded affirmatively: “Yes! It’s that child!”

“The Thunder of Sky Father,” Wyatt gasped, “but he…but he doesn’t look more than sixteen years old…”

“and many more……”

Wyatt looked at Carlo: “Didn’t you fight him before?”

Carlo frowned and recalled, then shook his head:

“That was just a disguise. We didn’t use any strength, but he was really strong.”

Just say it.

There was silence in the compartment for a few seconds.

“Are you sure?” Wyatt couldn’t help but ask again.

Carlo hesitated and was not sure.

The key is that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child has good swordsmanship, good physical fitness, and even knows a few spells…

Time is limited, just a dozen years.

If you spend too much time on swordsmanship, you won’t have time to learn magic. If you learn magic, you won’t have much time to train your body. Everything is good, but when combined, it can kill Ronnie Dickinson…

This… this is almost impossible.

“Oh, right!” Carlo suddenly thought of a question, “Do you know the name of that child?”

“Aylin!”

It wasn’t Wyatt who answered.

Milo, wearing knight’s armor, pushed the door open from outside.

“That child’s name is Aylin.”

He glanced around the cubicle, his eyes passing over the pool of blood, and after lingering for a second on Ronnie Dickinson’s head with his eyes still open, he looked quietly at Wyatt and Carlo.

Wyatt surrendered first, blinked his eyes guiltily, and lowered his head.

Carlo kept looking at Wyatt very calmly.

“There’s no one injured out there,” Milo said. “Don’t you have anything to tell me?”

The compartment was silent for a few seconds.

“Where is Lord Evans?” Wyatt couldn’t help but break the silence in the solemn atmosphere.

Milo said calmly, “They were kidnapped by the Wolf School’s demon hunters on a large griffin.”

“Oh, being taken to the great lion…” Wyatt was confused, “Being taken to the great griffin?!!”

He could understand whether Evans was kidnapped or killed.

But why did the giant griffin suddenly appear?
Or a demon hunter from the Wolf School with a large griffin…

How do these words fit together?

Carlo also lost his previous calmness and looked at Milo in shock and confusion.

“Ah~”

Milo was silent for a few seconds, shook his head, sighed, and roughly narrated everything that happened in front of the tower.

Just say it.

The cubicle was silent for a few more seconds, and Wyatt and Carlo looked at each other.

Wyatt smiled and said, “You must be talking about the plot in some knight novel. It’s quite interesting. The ones I’ve read all have giant dragons…”

Milo, holding the helmet with one hand, looked at him quietly, causing Wyatt’s smile to gradually stiffen, his throat to become dry, and he gradually became unable to speak.

“You’re talking about…really?!!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Milo said coldly.

Wyatt and Carlo looked at each other again.

Carlo asked, “What are you going to do in this situation?”

“I have sent a messenger to Tretog as fast as possible to tell you what happened tonight,” Milo said. “The king’s order will arrive tomorrow evening, perhaps accompanied by a large group of nobles looking for trouble.”

He paused and glanced at the bloody compartment again:
“I will write to the Lisberg Civil Partnership Organization after receiving the king’s order.”

“Take advantage of this period of time to be more thorough and don’t leave any loose ends behind.”

Carlo and Wyatt were stunned for a moment: “Thank you.”

“Just a baron, nothing, but don’t forget our mission.” Milo’s gaze stayed on Carlo’s eyes for a while, then he turned around and was about to leave.

“What will happen to the Wolf School?” Carlo suddenly asked.

“I don’t know,” Milo shook his head. “But our king is Radovid IV the Bald, so what do you think?”

Carlo was silent for a few seconds, then asked, “Even if there is a big griffin?”

Milo left after saying a few words and didn’t even look back.

“Even with the Great Griffin!”

(End of this chapter)