Chapter 165: Curses 1

Chapter 165: Curses 1

"The ruins in Lonyth are located at the border of Lonyth and Wugari," Lucas said. "Aside from a few adventurers who frequent the place to try and find new relics, no one is allowed to go to that place because of how dangerous it is."

"Dangerous? How?"

"The ruins are located next to the dead lake, the black lake that produces Miasma gas. It is very deadly even for Blessed individuals. It's black and could easily blind someone. Many Adventurers who made the mistake of getting too close to the lake would not be able to come out of the ruins. The ones who survived ended up being blind and bald with burnt skin."

"A dead lake sounded ominous."

"According to the legends, the Dark Lord lived in that area. This is why the lake is black and no normal living being could survive in that place."

"No normal living being? Are you saying that"

"Precisely," he nodded. "Sorcerers to be exact. They love a place where the Dark Lord used to reside, but even they are not confident enough to get too close to the lake."

Rosalind nodded. Most of the ruins were near ominous places like the Black Forest where everything is black from the flowers to the leaves including the rain, to the dead lake where the water is black. Still, she could not help but wonder if there were any connections between the two.

Was this just a funny coincidence?

Rosalind refused to believe in coincidences.

"Ah. It seems that your sister is still going to marry that man from the Delibar family. Your grandfather wanted her to do so."

"Victoria would never agree."

"She did," the Duke was now brewing some of his favorite bitter tea.

"She let Dorothy marry into the Delibar Household?"

He nodded in response. She never expected that woman to agree to something like that, especially now that Dorothy was suffering from the curse. What was she thinking?

The two of them went inside the room under the guise of Dorothy's servants. After making sure that Dorothy was doing well, Jeames quickly left. This time, he went to the slums to once again find traces of Milith. After another failure, he went out of the gates and started talking to some Unbelievers.

It was futile.

Most of the Unbelievers don't want to involve themselves in the conflicts between the Blessed families. So, it was already expected that no one told him anything. However, just as he was about to ride his horse away, a man wearing a dark cloak approached him.

"I have what you need," a croaky voice came from under the hood. Jeames tried to make out the man's face but failed. It was still daytime but he could not see anything under the robe that covered the man's face.

"Get away from me," Jeames said. "I did not come here because I need anything," he reckoned the man was a pimp, wanting to offer him a woman for the night. This immediately made him irritated.

"I know someone who can heal any curse."

"What did you just say?" Jeames never mentioned anything about curses! He just visited some tents and bought some things from the Unbelievers while striking up some conversations about the weather. He was just there to eavesdrop on their conversations, hoping that they would mention anything that could give him a clue about Rosalind and that maid.

"Curses!" the man hissed. "I know someone that can heal curses!"

Heal curses?

Jeames' face turned ugly. Clearly, the person is lying.

"I am not looking for one that can heal curses!?"

"You lie, young man, I can smell it on you. Perhaps not you, but someone close to you has received the curse." The man chuckled, his skinny shoulders shaking.

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