Volume 2 Before the Disaster Chapter 103: Poor Red Patriarch

The night was quiet, and in the village beneath the White River Valley, most people seemed to have fallen asleep.

The man in the long robe walked along the dirt path in the village with a smile on his face.

He could hear the peaceful breathing and heartbeats of the people in the house. These ignorant people probably had no idea what was going to happen tonight?

He looked at the castle in the distance. That guy named Marvin was really bold.

"It's always us from the Twin Snakes Sect who rob others. This guy actually stole my things."

"A mere baron, do you really think the Wizarding Union will protect you?"

"But we still have to see. If it's suitable, it wouldn't be bad to develop him into a believer. That useless King Cobra couldn't even guard an underground granary. I had to come here in person."

Thinking of this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Red Shepherd.

The most urgent task is to find the eleven golden bulls.

What Marvin didn't know was that the eleven golden bulls not only contained a large amount of food, but also a very important secret of the Twin Snakes Cult.

The secret of how the twin snakes of destruction broke free from the spiritual world.

So he had to take back the eleven golden bulls.

As for the White River Valley.

It depends on his mood whether he kills them all and makes them into human skin kites, or bewitches them all to become his believers.

Maybe it depends on whether Baron Marvin understands the current situation.

Thinking of this, the Red Patriarch Okin suddenly stopped in his tracks.

…

“Boom boom boom!”

There was a knock on the door of a farmhouse.

There were grumbles in the room, followed by impatient inquiries.

Okin said calmly: "I am a lost traveler. I need your help. I am really sorry to disturb your rest."

As if he heard these words, the owner of the house hurriedly put on his clothes. After a while, the wooden door creaked open.

A scary pale man came out. He was wearing coarse clothes and had dull eyes, as if he had not woken up yet.

"Are you looking for a place to sleep? There's a wind mill in front, and the back door is unlocked, so it should be safe there. If you want to ask for directions, I'm sorry, but I've never been out of the White River Valley in my life. Maybe you should get some sleep and go to the castle to ask tomorrow morning."

The man said so.

Okin smiled and said, "No, I am here to ask about the eleven golden bulls that your lord brought back."

The next second, his eyes suddenly emitted a faint red glow.

Mind control!

The Crimson Patriarch was confident that, as an ordinary person, he was not yet at the point where he would need to use the legendary mind-control technique.

Who would have thought that the man had no reaction at all, but pointed at the eyes of the Red Patriarch and said, "Your eyes are a little red, are you very tired? Go and have a rest. Hey? You mentioned the golden bull just now? How did you know that? Our Lord is indeed very powerful, but you must have heard the wrong rumor. He brought back more than eleven golden bulls!"

"Twenty-one in all! Indeed, I counted them myself."

The man said mysteriously.

He looked a little silly, but he didn't seem to be faking it.

The Red Patriarch stood there in a daze.

"How is it possible...my mind control technique has failed..."

Bang!

Before he could react, the man closed the door and a yawn came from behind the door: "Go to the wind mill and take a nap, sir. I'm really sleepy."

…

Okin stood outside the farmhouse, frowning.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"There were clearly eleven bulls, how did it become twenty-one?"

"How is it possible that this man is not controlled by my mind control technique?"

Is there something wrong with this village?

The Red Patriarch has always been suspicious.

The next second, he immediately closed his eyes, and in an instant, the entire village was covered in his brain!

[Divine Art·Spiritual World]!

The faint yellow spots are the sleeping people.

They are living and breathing normally.

There is nothing wrong with this village.

The Crimson Patriarch opened his eyes, still somewhat confused, but he soon got an explanation.

Small places like the White River Valley are filled with a bunch of country bumpkins who don't have many desires and just live a very simple life.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

This kind of lifestyle means that there are very few impurities in their hearts - which means that their customs will be more simple and honest.

The key to mind control is to stimulate the target's deepest desires and then distort them so that they can be used for one's own benefit.

It was obvious that the man just now had no ambitions, so it was understandable that he was not controlled by the mind control technique at the first time.

"It's just a rural area. What could threaten me?"

"I am still too suspicious."

Okin adjusted his mood and continued to move forward.

…

He walked a few more steps forward, and this time he stopped in front of a house that was a little more exquisitely built.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

"Hello, I am a lost traveler and I would like to seek your help." Okin's lines remained unchanged.

But what surprised him was that this time, the person who came out to open the door was a little girl.

Like the person just now, her face was very pale.

"Are all the people in the White River Valley so white? They look like ghosts..."

Okin couldn't help muttering in his heart.

He had seen countless deaths. From an ordinary Twin Snake Cult priest, he had climbed step by step to the position of the Crimson Patriarch, with endless rivers of blood flowing on his hands. He had peeled off more than a thousand human skins with his own hands, and tens of thousands of people had died because of him. He was very sensitive to the breath of death.

If the girl in front of him was a ghost, he would definitely be able to tell it at a glance.

But she is not.

The girl looked at Okin with curiosity: "Are you lost, uncle?"

Okin gave what he thought was a kind smile: "Yes, a thief stole my eleven golden bulls. Can you help me find them back?"

Mind control!

Start again.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the little girl showed hostility and said angrily: "The lord is not a thief!"

"You are so annoying. The golden bull he brought back provided bread for everyone. He is not a thief."

"You disgusting thing, I don't want to see you."

Bang!

The door is closed.

Okin was stunned again.

Oh shit……

How could my mind control technique fail twice! ?

This must be an illusion!

He raised his head suddenly and looked towards the simple little village.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the village was a little eerie.

His instincts were always right. At this moment, he should run!

However, his rationality told him that there was still a chance that the mind control spell would fail. The little girl did not look into his eyes at all, but started to close the door the moment he spoke, so it was normal that she did not receive the mind control spell check.

And it's such a small village.

Such a small castle.

The lord who is said to be somewhat powerful but only at the level of a second-level ranger.

There's no way you would let a legend like me back down, right?

"I must have been chased too hard by Constantine recently. I feel a little guilty wherever I go."

"Damn it! When I find my golden bull, I will make everyone in the village my slaves!"

A ferocious look appeared on Okin's face.

…

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

He knocked on the door of the third farmhouse.

This time the person who opened the door was a middle-aged man, thin and looked like an old bachelor.

Also pale.

This time, Ao Jin didn't say anything and directly cast a mind control spell over!

The latter paused and was finally hit!

There was a faint red glow in his eyes.

“Finally succeeded…”

The Crimson Patriarch burst into tears. After two consecutive failures in mind control, he thought that his magic had been taken back by the Twin Snakes of Destruction.

"Tell me everything you know about the White River Valley, about the castle, about Lord Marvin, and the eleven golden bulls he brought back!"

Okin said without question.

The man nodded honestly: "Ah, our White River Valley actually doesn't have a very long history. I am a second-generation resident, and I used to make a living in the south of River Beach City, but you know, times are tough..."

"Stop!" Okin couldn't help but feel a headache.

This time, the mind control technique actually controlled a chatterbox...

If we let him keep talking like this, we might not get any results until dawn!

"Tell me where is Taurus?" he asked directly.

The man immediately whispered, "Everyone thinks that the golden bull is hidden in the castle by the lord, but that's not the case."

"Yesterday evening, I saw with my own eyes that he secretly dug a big hole on the riverbank and hid all the golden bulls in it!"

“I saw it with my own eyes, and no one knew about these things.”

The Red Patriarch frowned.

Buried by the river? Is this lord crazy?

However, when he looked at the man in front of him, his eyes were red, and he was obviously under the control of his mind. He wanted to read the other person's mind directly, but mind reading was a four-ring magic, and he only prepared one, which he saved for Baron Marvin tonight.

His intuition told him that this guy who could steal the Taurus must have some unspeakable secrets.

…

The two of them then came to the Bai River and stood under a strange-looking tree.

The middle-aged man held a shovel in his hand, and Okin said, "Dig."

Then he began dig the soil frantically.

The sand on the river beach was very soft and was easily dug up.

His movements were ferocious and he had no self-control at all. A large amount of sand was raised, some of which flew directly onto Okin's face and clothes!

"Damn it! Idiot!"

Ao Jin was so angry that he stomped his feet. He had never felt so aggrieved as tonight!

However, he also knew that people who were controlled by mind control were already mentally handicapped.

He could only step back, thinking that he had bad luck, and watch him dig bit by bit.

…

As time passed, the hole on the riverbank became bigger and bigger, but there was no sign of Taurus.

The middle-aged man panted and murmured, "It must be here, it must be here, I saw it with my own eyes."

Okin is getting impatient!

He felt that something was wrong tonight!

He took a deep breath, rushed forward and grabbed the man by the collar!

"What the hell are you?"

The man suddenly chuckled and said, "Guess what I am?"