Chapter 3: Late at night

Chapter 3: Late at night

Even this kind of thing has happened, and it is not too weird to have another library in my mind, which is too difficult to accept, but a large part of the books in my mind cannot be opened, and the content cannot be seen. Lucian was very puzzled.

I tried to keep calm, so that the library in my mind would not be difficult to "touch" because of the emotional ups and downs. Lucien read a book locally and recorded what books could be opened and what books could not be opened.

"History books can be opened."

"Economic books, no problem."

"Art books can also be opened."

"Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and other books, some of them are OK, some are not."

"Is it because the world rules are different that I ca n’t open it, but when I recall similar knowledge I learned, at least college level, I can still remember it without being blocked."

图书 This kind of books that can be opened are mainly junior high school level, but the university comprehensive library will definitely not collect junior and senior high school textbooks, just some scattered teaching research and corresponding medieval thesis materials for students' reference.

There are many books in the library. Lucien only found a few of these issues after reading a small part, but he was not sure, and he could not understand the reason.

After a serious illness, Lucien is now very weak and even mentally unhealthy. After reading a lot of books continuously, her mind has become confused and she can no longer feel the library.

Strongly back to bed, Lucien fell asleep, raised his spirit, and restored health to face the good tomorrow. Lucien will not forget that he has only one piece of black bread, and survival will always be first. Bit of.

Sleepy and drowsy, squeaking sounds and sharp bites of wood biting into Lucian's ears, awakened him who had just dreamed of a lot of food and a warm soft bed.

老鼠 "Rat?"

The drowsy Lucien turned over stupidly and was about to continue to sleep, but the sound of the rat's teeth grinding on the wood and stone became louder and harsher, which made the night feel a keen sense of the quiet road Sean tossed and could no longer fall asleep.

I waited for a long time, but the sound of biting still didn't stop. Lucian had to tear up the blanket and cover her ears, but the sound seemed to be penetrating. It came from all directions and could not keep a quiet environment to sleep at all.

"What kind of life is Nima living?" Lucian, who became irritable, couldn't help but swear, feeling that she was a bit mentally debilitated, eating the most unpleasant, like black fermented with wood chips. Bread, the worst-dressed linen clothes with polished skin, was not covered with warmth and could not see the original material of the blankets. As a result, I could forget all the tiring sleep for a while, and I would not be at peace. , Creak, as if there were thousands of mice.

Balusien gritted his teeth resentfully, listening carefully to the direction of the mouse's voice. Since he couldn't fall asleep, he might as well find these mice, kill one or two, scare away the others, and curse and swear:

"Be sure to get rid of this life as soon as possible!"

His ears listened, and Lucien tried to tell the direction from the howl.

Squeak, squeak ... ohh, ohh ...

It was only after Baluchien concentrated his heart that he realized that the sound of the rat was what he heard, and it was clearly a weeping cry.

Ohh Ohh ohh……

In the quiet night, there were no more rat calls or biting sounds, only sad and sad crying came.

Lucien's heart was beating fiercely, his brain was congested, and his senses became extremely sharp. He seemed to hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the door, and the crying sound was like singing an ethereal song, like an illusion. true.

He rolled over and got up from the bed. Lucien unconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining piece of black bread as a weapon of self-defense. However, in terms of hardness, it was enough to stun the thief.

Alas, alas ... alas, alas ...

Balussian was very surprised at the sound of that cricket, but immediately realized that it was his heartbeat, which was so sharp in his ears.

The dark wind was blowing, Lucian clutched the black bread tightly, and couldn't bear the fear in his heart: "This is a world with magic and magic, is it really a grudge ghost?"

Fortunately, I experienced the crossing, and during the day I witnessed the magic and the scary and fearful experience of being burned to death. Lucian did not have soft hands and feet, blank heads, and tense spirits in this horrible atmosphere. Slowing down his breath and forcing calm.

He moved towards the door step by step, and Lucian discerned the direction of the crying sound.

The wailing sound was full of desolation, and it was so obvious in the middle of the night that it became very quiet, but all the neighbors seemed to be lost in the dream, and no one made a slight movement.

"This cry seems to be coming from under the wall on the right." The closer Lucien approached the door, the clearer the cry was, "Wait, isn't the right side of my house the house of the burned witch?"

Balussian was shocked: "Isn't her residence burned by the church? Is there a hidden cellar or a secret room hiding her grudges and other things."

I thought of the hidden room, and Lucien, who had seen many novels, flashed the words "strange encounter", "treasure", "magic note" in his mind, and a little greedy could not help but appear in his heart.

Ohh Ohh ohh……

The wailing sound seemed to be a little bit stern, and Lucian trembled involuntarily, sobering his head, "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, that is also in the guardianship of the crying spirit."

"I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and I don't know how powerful the Wraiths are in this world. What are the shortcomings, and what can I do to deal with them?"

"Maybe bewitched, killed, or possessed by a grudge!"

After she was sober, Lucien analyzed her situation, and the more she thought about it, the more she became scared. If she was blinded by greed, she was stunned by a strange encounter, and rushed to find her.

"But you can't wait like this, who knows if the Wraith will run up." Lucian's brain turned quickly, thinking about countermeasures.

Huo Ran, Lucien flashed a flash of light, thinking of the power he could use, so he leaned cautiously towards the door, for fear that a resentment would suddenly emerge from behind or in front of him, and the black bread was soaked with the sweat of Lucien's palm .

I opened the wooden door a little, and Lucian's forehead was all sweaty.

The cypress door was ajar, the night was dark outside, and the cold wind rolled.

Kushiro stepped out of the door and saw a little light in the distance.

No wraiths appeared from front to back, up and down, and after coming out of the house, the cry of the ghost had become very small and fuzzy, Lucian relaxed a little, took a deep breath, took another breath, and shouted aloud. stand up:

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts that hurt people!"

The voice was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled, and he did not expect that it was the effect of shouting with all his strength.

"Wangwang", the wild dogs were screamed in fright.

While listening to this, Lucian hurried to Ade to let the church run, and of course purify the grudges must of course come professionally!

And as a neighbour of the witch, she is likely to be stared at by the church. If the original Lucian, of course, it doesn't matter, but she hides the secret of crossing, and if she relaxes a little, she will show her feet. Going to church for help, it's about witches. It just cleans up the suspicion and wins the trust of the church. You don't have to worry about being noticed by the church anymore.

The church members were greedy for the possibility of the witch's treasures killing themselves and planting stolen goods. Lucian also thought about it, so he shouted that there was a ghost to wake everyone up.

In a hurry, Lucian only thought of these aspects, but he couldn't leave everything intact.

Adejean was not far from the church, and soon Lucien saw the building glowing with yellowish candlelight.

Standing in front of the church were two guards wearing silver chain mail. When Lucien ran over, one reached out and stopped him, and one pulled the sword halfway, ready to go. Feeling dangerous.

"What are you going to the church for?" The guard asked, reaching out.

Baluchien didn't have to pretend, but also expressed a tense voice: "There is a ghost, and I heard the cry of the ghost, which came from the house where the witch burned to death today!"

After the guard heard it, he also seemed a little panicked. He didn't doubt the words of Lucian. This kind of thing could not be judged by his apprentice knight, so he left Desian in place and watched by another guard. He turned and walked into the church, and informed the vigil of the night vigil that the sound of the collision of the armor gradually decreased from near to far.

A few minutes later, the young priest in a white robe came out of the church with the guard.

His blond hair, his face is very thin, and he maintains a unique rhythm between walking, and looks very elegant: "I am Rev. Benjamin, you can tell the ghost thing again."

Sting in front of Rev. Benjamin. The two guards stood quietly, afraid to take any action, for fear that the sound of the armor would interfere with Lord Benjamin's questioning.

Baluchien explained how he found the ghost crying, how he thought of the church, and how to deal with it with great care, sincerely and respectfully.

Benjamin listened well A soft smile appeared on his face: "Very well, you did a good job, and you can overcome your fear to the church report, which shows your devotion to the Lord."

He praised Lucian for a few words and turned to the guard: "Thomson, call out Gary and Paul. The witch is just a magic apprentice. There is no need to alarm the Bishop."

"Yes, Master Benjamin." Thomson didn't say much. Master Benjamin is a formal priest. Although there is only a first order, there is no problem in dealing with the magic traps and informal magic left by magic apprentices. And the high-level knight's servants are still large, just like the gap between the formal priest and the high-level trainee priest, both in status and strength.

Benjamin asked Lucian a few more words, knowing his name, until the four also wore silver chain mail, but the sense of strength and the oppressive force far exceeded Thomson's guard.

The witch witch's burned hut was filled with people far away, and the candlelight was like a starlight, bit by bit accompanied by a silver moon in the sky.

At this time, Lucian realized that the moon in this world was silver.

The noisy, uncomfortable noise, disappeared after seeing Benjamin's coming, revealing the feeling of peace, gradually coming around, and talking quietly.

"I didn't hear a ghost."

"Regardless of whether or not, the senior pastor comes over to do a purification."

Balusian listened carefully, and found that there was still a faint cry, but why couldn't anyone else hear it?

Benjamin was not a bit strange, and said lightly to Lucien: "There is indeed a grudge."

Apparently he heard a cry.

The four guards nodded, indicating that they heard the same.