Chương 105: The Requiem Makes a Great Contribution

Since it's not a matter of bloodline, but rather an attack— Richard picked up the lute again and played a rest piece.

"Ugh————" Listening to the melodious music, the little girl's breathing calmed down slightly, and the scars on her skin seemed to fade.

Richard was overjoyed: "Great, it works!"

Seeing this, Jonia followed suit and unleashed a healing spell, which also improved Aisha's condition.

However, the two were not happy for long. A few seconds later, Aisha began to tremble violently again, and the wounds on her body reappeared, even oozing blood!

"this----!"

"Our healing speed can't keep up with the enemy's damage output—" Richard continued to have Joni receive treatment while frowning in thought.

Based on the current situation and recalling some literary works he had read in his previous life, he speculated that Elsa was suffering from some kind of spiritual or soul-destroying attack.

For example, an attack launched from a dream?

In this situation, simply treating the external injury is indeed of limited effect. To solve the problem, we must address the spiritual and emotional aspects.

Seeing that Isabella and the other experts in the castle would not arrive for a while, and that the little girl's condition was visibly deteriorating, Richard did not hesitate any longer and began to play a different piece.

This time, he played a requiem.

He felt that the piece itself was a soul-searching attack, and perhaps it could also help Aisha.

Richard's guess was soon proven correct.

Under the influence of this mysterious music, Aisha's condition stabilized—although the wounds did not disappear, they did not worsen either.

"It worked! Mr. Targaryen, you're amazing!" Jonia exclaimed in delight.

Richard nodded, letting out a long sigh of relief, while his hands continued to play the requiem without stopping.

Another half minute passed, and Jon summoned Isabella, Grace, the Earl Schneider family, and the level 12 high priest stationed in the castle.

After carefully observing Isabella's condition, everyone came to the same conclusion as Richard.

Then, the high priest, together with Isabella and other clergy, performed a ritualistic divine spell to save Aisha's life in place of Richard's Requiem.

The crisis was temporarily relieved, and Richard was able to put down his lute and wipe the sweat from his brow.

Isabella looked at him and said with emotion, "Thank goodness you're here—" Marek and his eldest and second sons also looked over, their eyes still full of surprise, but no longer at the princess's attitude toward the poet, but at the poet's own displayed abilities.

After all, most of the poets they had met could not play music that could directly affect the soul.

That's quite an amazing skill!

As for Marek's third son—well, he was dragged out of bed by his servants and was still dazed, not quite understanding what was going on.

Richard waved his hand, "It's just a temporary fix. Let's keep an eye on Elsa. Is she safe now?"

"Unfortunately, no."

The answer came from the high-ranking pastor.

As he took out the blessed holy wine and gently dripped it onto Aisha's forehead, he sighed, "This girl is under an extremely ingenious and vicious curse."

"The sorcerer steals her soul through dreams, and then uses the stolen part of her soul as a lure to continuously deplete her life, just like hooking a goldfish with a poisoned fishhook."

"Neither the poet's music nor my ritual could barely stabilize most of her remaining soul and indirectly keep her alive, but they could not solve the fundamental problem. To put it metaphorically, it was like being unable to cut the fishing line."

"Given enough time, the goldfish will eventually be caught and brought ashore."

Upon hearing the priest's words, Malek's eyes widened: "A curse? This... this is impossible! This is Longspear Fortress!"

Richard didn't quite understand Marek's words, so Isabella explained to him in a low voice, "Remember when I said that this castle was transformed from the tip of the spear of the god of war?"

"Although over the long years, the tip of the spear has become very close to an ordinary mountain peak, it is still not an ordinary mountain peak. Every stone inside it still retains a faint divine power."

"In other words, the walls of Longspear Fortress are protected by divine power."

"No curse or prophecy spell can penetrate the city walls and affect the people inside."

Richard squinted.

That sounds impressive, but Elsa was still affected, wasn't she?

Faced with this undeniable fact, the Earl had no further rebuttal and rubbed his temples, saying, "Damn it, where did things go wrong?"

Jon from the Peiguoti family stroked his chin and said, "What if the vampires infiltrated beforehand and unleashed the curse from within the castle?"

Marek nodded first, then shook his head, saying, "Since you came in, I've closed the city gates and haven't let anyone in or out. Besides, vampires, being inherently evil undead creatures, will still be suppressed by divine power even if they enter the castle—"

"Unless, they hired people of other races to infiltrate using shapeshifting magic, and then—" As Marek said this, the high priest beside him glanced at Grace.

Isabella immediately raised her hand and said, "My people will be fine, but this line of thinking is correct. In any case, the vampire and his accomplices definitely started the curse from inside the castle!"

"This is actually good news, meaning that as long as we can find them, all the trouble will be over!"

Everyone agreed with this statement.

Then they divided the tasks—a high priest and Jonia and others stayed in the bedroom to ensure Aisha's safety, while the rest went in groups of a few to search the castle for suspicious traces.

Once the plan was finalized, everyone immediately began to act.

However---- An hour passed, and everyone searched every corner of the castle. Even a druid employed by the Schneider family turned into a rat, becoming a super-powerful third party, and broke into the homes of other rats inside the walls—but still found no useful clues.

By the end, many people were even starting to despair.

Meanwhile, Richard and Grace, in the same group, were also becoming increasingly anxious as they searched.

He kept using his Eye of Insight to scan any possible items.

As he swept, he found himself back in the long corridor he had passed by before, the one filled with oil paintings.

In the very center of this corridor is a painting, two meters wide and four or five meters long, depicting knights participating in a tournament.

Richard used his Eye of Insight on it.

【Title: The First Tournament of the First Earl Schneider (Can be charmed)】 Rarity: Very Rare Description: Depicts the scene of the Schneider family ancestor's rise to fame and glory (PS: In real history, he was not this tall).

Ok?

What's going on with this level? How can a seemingly ordinary oil painting become so rare?

Richard sensed something was amiss and immediately cast a charm spell.

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