: seven hundred and thirty keys
The history of Farren Manor predates that of Icefield Town.
A hundred years ago, the surrounding territories, including Icefield Town, belonged to Baron Flanlon, the descendant of an isolated nobleman. He always wears loose clothes, which are tightly covered from neck to feet, his face is covered with cloth, only his eyes are exposed, and he rarely goes out, as if he is afraid of talking to people.
Baron Farlan had a peculiar sense of tension when talking to people. He slurred his speech, and sometimes even showed inexplicable anger and ran away.
The eccentric aristocrat keeps everyone away from him, and he hides in the manor every day, not knowing what to do.
The last time Baron Flanlon came out was to pay his respects at the grave of his father, Viscount Flanlon, and he has not come out since that day when the gates of Flanlon Manor were closed.
Occasionally, there will be some strange sounds inside, like something being smashed, crackling thunder, and huge snoring, which makes people feel even more frightened.
In the huge iron gate and stone wall, some strange animal corpses are occasionally thrown out, such as mice, bats, and snakes.
For a long time, the surrounding area of Farren Manor became a restricted area, even the brave Kalmars who were born did not want to approach, and no one wanted to make trouble.
"Viscount Flanlon was a heroic commander, but he returned after the front line was injured. The area around the ice field was designated as his territory. However, he died within a few years because he injured his internal organs."
Lucas took a sip from the glass next to him and said, "When I was on duty in Eric City, I heard the commander and the others say that Viscount Farlan died very strangely, and that no corpse was seen. He came back from him. After that, Baron Farren forbade everyone to visit the viscount, and placed his father in the manor."
He lowered his voice: "The next year, Baron Flanlon announced the death of the viscount, inherited the fief, buried the viscount, and never came out again."
Matthew raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Lucas, what do you mean..."
"Needless to say?" Lucas showed a tacit smile on the corner of his mouth: "If the Viscount does not die, how will the Baron inherit the fief? So the death is just right."
The nobility's struggle for inheritance has always been cruel and cold-blooded.
"And Baron Flanlon is an illegitimate son, and he was only learned by the Viscount when he was an adult. However, in addition to Baron Flanlon, the Viscount also has an heir, the young master Doe who was born to him and his deceased wife. you."
"When the viscount came back from the front line, Doyle was already twenty years old. According to the hereditary nobility succession law, the succession of the title needs to be reduced by one level, and the duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron move down in sequence, usually by the eldest son."
"Originally, Doyle has been determined to be the future baron. He stayed in the manor, waiting for his father's return. As a result, when the viscount came back, he brought back an illegitimate son."
Lucas laughed, talking about this historical gossip without end: "As soon as he came back, Viscount Farren announced that the heir was the illegitimate son, and asked Doyle to go to the army for training."
"No one expected that Doyle would endure so much, enter the army at his father's request, and later became a commander."
"The viscount was buried and the manor was closed. Since even the tax collector could not go in, and he could not find the Baron Flanlon, the title of Baron Flanlon was cancelled by the king later."
"Speaking of which, this matter can be considered a secret. In fact, Doyle has repeatedly instigated other nobles to buy off, and together they asked the king to abolish the eccentric Baron of Farren."
"Doyle even brought soldiers to the vicinity of the manor in the name of chasing the thieves, and the Flanlon manor was inexplicably set on fire. It goes without saying who did it."
Lucas licked his lips, sat on a chair and took a sip of wine: "The fire burned for two days, and the nearby trees were all burnt out, but nothing happened to the manor in the fire, but Doyle was injured by thieves. He'll be dead in a few days."
"Flanlon Manor is such a place." The middle-aged alternate vice-captain said, "Don't look at it as an old story from a hundred years ago, now you can occasionally hear strange noises in the manor, and the dogs bark nonstop when they get close to it. You can see things like living corpses, and there is only curse in Farren Manor..."
"People who are close to the manor will have strange red spots on their bodies. The longer they stay, the more itchy and painful. Only by staying away from there can they slowly recover."
Lucas looked solemn: "So, Matthew, listen to me, don't go to that place. Don't think about it."
"Uncle Lucas, how much is that manor?"
"Uh, although the town has been putting up auctions, no one will think about it at all... The same price as thirty years ago, a gold coin. Wait, you still want to go?"
Matthew showed an embarrassed smile: "No way, there are only a few gold coins, and this is the only manor that can be bought."
Lucas was speechless for a while.
He gritted his teeth and handed back the rye cake with two gold coins: "Matthew, listen to me, never approach that manor."
"Thank you, Uncle Lucas." Matthew said with a smile, "To my friends, I have never had the habit of asking for gifts that I gave out, and I will often be in trouble in the future."
Lucas didn't continue to persuade, he had done what he could say, everyone had their own aspirations, and too much interference would turn good intentions into a burden.
"Since you've decided... it's better to get some mercenaries to accompany you," he said. "But the Bismarck family's title is still there. I remember you should also be... a baron?"
"yes."
I'm ashamed to say that, despite the appearance of Matthew's poor life, his identity is a genuine nobleman, although he is the lowest-level baron. The first generation of the ancestors Bismarck was canonized by the king himself as the Earl of Bismarck in recognition of his outstanding contributions to the Kalmar Kingdom. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
But in the Kalmar Kingdom, there are not many nobles who have lost their fiefs and are penniless. The difference from ordinary civilians is that they can be exempted from military service and have private soldiers recognized by the kingdom. That’s all.
Scratching his head, Lucas seemed to be thinking about some kind of major decision. After a while, he said wait for me. Then he ran into the hall alone, holding an elm box in both hands.
Lucas' chubby fingers pulled open the lid of the box, revealing a necklace inside.
A pendant with a strange shape is strung on the thin beef tendon rope.
Its shape is a spiral condensed hand in a mass of silt. It is dark all over. It is unknown what stone or clay it is fired from. The tentacles have a faint matte texture.
"This is the prayer of the bishop of the temple himself, and the blessed symbol of the ruler of all things 'blocking the hand of darkness', with the blessing of the gods, can probably avoid the curse."
This is the first time Matthew has touched something in the temple, and there is still data in his eyes.
Ancient God Symbol: Ancient God Symbol.
Value: Yield 1, Nutrition 0, Satiety 0, Spirit 1, Magic 0.
The data may seem useless, but this is the first time an inanimate object has been identified.
Matthew put it away.
"Uncle Lucas, I've always had a question...why, why are you helping me?"
Hearing this question, Lucas was a little surprised.
"Probably because you are very similar to me when you were young. You look stuffy, but you actually have a paranoid ruthlessness. I help you, but I don't want you to be like me when I was young, without any help, bumping into walls and filling It's just a pity when I was young..."
Lucas waved his hand: "If you really appreciate it, you will repay me in the future."
"It's a word."
Matthew held out his hand.
Lucas laughed and shook hands with him.