A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 590 Lyon's Traces

The corridor was very long, with a locked iron door every five meters on both sides. The three of them walked forward for about fifty meters before they saw Triss stopped and stood outside an iron door that was slightly open.

"Not going in?" Rasmodes was very dissatisfied with Triss's behavior of blocking the door.

"There's blood all over the place and there's no place to step. What we need is clues, not to see the believer's miserable condition, so we just need to wait for Or to deliver the confession." Triss explained.

As Triss finished her words, a pale, bloodless arm stretched out from the crack in the door. The arm was covered with dense wounds and stitches, making it look like a rag doll that had been battered and patched. In the palm of this arm, there was a piece of blood-stained paper.

Triss was a little disgusted, so she didn't reach out to take it, but Rasmodesmos didn't care. He directly copied the paper into his hand and started reading.

After a moment, Rasmodes read all the contents with a heavy face, and threw the paper to Roche beside him.

"So, where was Leon sent by that primitive teleportation magic?" Triss asked directly to Rasmodes who had finished reading the interrogation information.

"The coachman doesn't know." Rasmodes shook his head: "According to him, he was just an unlucky guy who was coerced. He sent us to attend your banquet yesterday, and while we were waiting, he was taken away by the Lost Heart.

At the Lost One's hideout, he saw his family tied to a makeshift altar. The Lost One used this as a condition to get the driver to cooperate with their plan. As for the purpose and reason, he had no idea. He was only certain that this plan was indeed aimed at me.

"So we just caught a puppet?" Triss frowned when she heard that, and then went straight into the prison that she had previously disliked, ignoring the blood on her shoes and blocking out the bad smell in the room.

Seeing Triss appear, a thin figure silently shrank into the corner, trying hard to hide his presence. Fortunately, Triss didn't care about his thoughts at all, and walked straight to the coachman who was lying on a wooden bench, his body completely covered in blood.

"You extracted his soul?"

Following closely behind, Rasmodes looked at Triss and put her hand on the driver's head and asked.

"Although I have great faith in Orr's methods, I still think we should review his soul memory just to be on the safe side." Triss nodded.

"It won't add to your burden, after all, you already carry many soul memories that don't belong to you." Even though he really wanted to know the answer, Rasmodes still felt that Triss's behavior was a bit reckless.

"I can use a magic potion to make him repeat himself. An ordinary coachman can't stop him."

"That's just his perspective. After I extract his soul, I'll be able to obtain much more information than you can. And you don't have to worry. I've cleared those burdens from before. Now, let alone carrying the memories of an ordinary person, even carrying yours would be stress-free."

After Triss finished speaking, a gray-brown misty soul body appeared in her hand.

After receiving the soul, Triss immediately absorbed it into her consciousness. Then, in a short period of time, she experienced the driver's life from his perspective, skipping all previous memories until the night before, when she slowed down her reading. Triss was now the driver, but compared to him, she could see more, observing even the smallest details that the driver had overlooked.

At first, the driver was leaning against the carriage smoking a cigarette, and then he was knocked unconscious and taken away. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a brightly lit house. The furnishings in the house were very simple, there was no bed, only a layer of fine sand on the ground, with traces of someone lying on it.

In the room, there was a guy whose body was covered by a black robe, and a fat woman and a little boy besides the coachman. As the coachman said, these two people were tied to the only decoration in the room, a flat altar cut out of a round stone. The altar was carved with the lines of a distorted human figure, and outside these lines, there were also countless pairs of eyes. Almost every one of these eyes was carved differently.

What followed was the black-robed man's threats and inducements against the coachman. Triss already knew all of this, but she still listened carefully, trying to analyze his identity before he became a Madman from his accent, choice of words, and some small movements.

At the same time, she was observing some things that the coachman did not notice but were subconsciously remembered, such as the room furnishings, the scenery outside the window, etc. When her memory went to the part where the coachman and the man in black robe modified the carriage together, and she saw the spell materials used by the man in black robe, Triss instantly understood.

The memory is still playing, but the subsequent part has no meaning. What follows is that the coachman spent the whole night in anxiety, and on the next day he brought the modified carriage to wait for Rasmodes and his party to board. Finally, he was controlled by Rasmodes, and then brought here, where he was tortured by Or.

"What did you find?" Seeing Triss open her eyes, Rasmodes hurriedly asked.

"One good news and one bad news." Triss rubbed her aching head before continuing.

"The good news is that I roughly know where Leon was sent, and the bad news is that this place is the Land of Falling Stars."

"The Land of Meteorites? The area where most of its remains are located?" Rasmodes felt a little desperate after hearing this answer.

"Yeah." Triss's expression was also very heavy at this moment.

"If we're there, the chance of a successful rescue is basically zero, Rasmodes, there's nothing we can do."

"I know, but I want to try." Rasmodes shook his head, then clenched his fists. "If Barron can do it, I should be able to do it too. I know you're concerned about the black fog there, and you wouldn't launch a large-scale operation there just for one person, so I'll do it myself."

"You" Triss wanted to persuade Rasmodes, but when she saw Rasmodes' expression, she took back the words of dissuasion because she knew that Rasmodes had made a decision.

"Although I can't provide manpower assistance for the rescue, I can provide support with supplies. After all, Leon is the grandson of an old friend, so I will also help."

"There's no time. I have to go straight there. Every second I delay could cost Leon his life. That area is not one he can enter right now. Even if there is natural protection, the power of nature over there won't be able to pull him back to safety."

Rasmodes shook his head and then left the dungeon directly.

(End of this chapter)