book of old days

Chapter 7 Whispers in the Ear

Xiao En sighed silently when he heard this. Sure enough, he didn't get any good things, just a few books.

He was a little disappointed. He thought he could be economically free.

But something is better than nothing.

The will was announced soon, and those who got the property were naturally elated, and those who got a small share would complain and sigh, questioning the unfairness of the will, but the matter was a foregone conclusion, and no one dared to disturb loudly. As for making the family lose face.

As the eldest son, Edmund obtained the ownership of Darkwood Manor, and inherited the title of baronet, as well as all the estates and major properties.

Several of his younger brothers and sisters were allocated a store or some stocks each, so it was no problem to make ends meet, and it was impossible to think about being rich.

Sean is not surprised by this result. The primogeniture system is popular in the Kingdom of Brighton. In order to avoid the fragmentation of the family business, most of the family property is usually reserved for the eldest son to inherit.

Edmund got into the role quite quickly, and immediately regarded himself as the master.

Arranging for everyone to stay and inviting everyone to have dinner, Sean didn't really want to stay among this group of unfamiliar relatives for a long time.

Anyway, the left and right are just a few collections of books, so let’s go when you take them, it’s only after seven o’clock, if you walk faster, you can go to the town to stay at night.

However, when he walked into the library of the castle, he realized that his thinking was too simple.

The library is the size of a house, with tall wooden bookcases standing up like walls, and a wooden gangway to help get books.

The collection of books is almost all tomes. He has seen many ancient philosophical books, military theories, literary masterpieces, and even some rare mystical works, many of which are still sensitive and banned books. However, in this rural place, It is estimated that the management of the Society of Rationality is not in place yet.

Sean roughly estimated that there must be at least a thousand copies.

Considering that books in this world are quite expensive, this is not a small asset.

Looks like I'll have to hire a carriage.

He was not going to take all the books back, it was neither necessary nor too troublesome, he was going to pick the most valuable ones and try to load them in a carriage.

Sean had a headache and thought that maybe he could call the old man to help carry it tomorrow, but he didn't know if he could come.

It seems that we have to stay overnight tonight.

The dinner was held in a ballroom with bright chandeliers and flickering candles, and members of the Forrest family sat at long tables.

There was not much sadness and sadness about the loss of loved ones at the dinner table. It was as peaceful as an ordinary family gathering. Sean looked around while eating roasted grouse and toast and drinking creamy mushroom soup for dinner.

He does not look at people, but observes the surrounding environment.

Is this where the tragedy happened that night?I don't know if it's a psychological factor, but there seems to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

He looked under his feet, the floor was washed and almost faded, and he could no longer see what happened here, only the gap between the floor joints, there seemed to be an ominous dark tone remaining.

"So you are a professor at the University of Sword Castle?"

When Sean came back to his senses, it was an aunt who asked the question.

"Yes, professor of literature."

"Ha, great writer, amazing."

He smiled reservedly. Generally speaking, this group of relatives is not annoying, and there is no such thing as domineering or hypocrisy, but they are not very likable either.

Sean decided to maintain the necessary politeness and politeness, and just stay out of touch after this day.

However, he thought this way, and others didn't think so. A girl with pale golden curly hair suddenly smiled and said, "Cousin, I may go to the University of Sword Castle next year, and I need you to take care of me then."

"Uh, of course." Sean agreed casually, wishing he wouldn't come.

After dinner, Sean was arranged in a room next to the study.

Sean was exhausted from the day's travel, so he went to bed early.

He had a dream.

There was darkness in the dream, and he saw himself standing in front of a gorgeous coffin, looking into the coffin, his grandfather was lying inside with a calm and peaceful expression.

Suddenly, Albert opened his eyes, Sean was startled, and instinctively stepped back two steps, but Albert slowly sat up in the coffin, looked at him calmly, and slowly moved towards him. Slowly raised his hand.

It took Sean a while to realize that the other person was pointing at his back. Sean turned around abruptly. In the darkness, a huge purple pupil stared at him, and a chill instantly poured into his whole body.

Sean woke up suddenly, the quilt on his body slipped to the side at some point, he shivered, the fear in the dream quickly dissipated, he didn't think much about it, it was easy to have strange dreams in the strange mirror, What's more, he just attended a funeral, the so-called day and night have dreams...

He put the quilt back on his body, but the chill on his body didn't subside much, Xiao En couldn't help but secretly cursed, although this broken old castle looked magnificent, it really wasn't very comfortable to live in.

Sean squeezed the quilt tightly, trying to keep himself warm, but just as he was about to fall asleep, a urge to urinate came out.

Dry!He cursed secretly, he shouldn't have had so much soup at night.

Reluctantly put on the woolen coat, thought for a while, took out the pistol from under the pillow and put it on, pushed open the door of the bedroom, there was no one in the dark corridor, only the cold moonlight shone in from the French windows on the left side of the corridor .

He pulled up his slippers, walked through the corridor, and hurried into the bathroom to solve his physical problems.

Going out and walking back, when passing the study, there were whispers in each other's ears.

who?He suddenly turned around and looked, there was no one there, only the door of the study was facing him.

Is it an illusion?He thought uncertainly.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the door was slowly opened.

Hearing the creaking sound of the wooden door hinge, he couldn't help shivering. Everything in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if it was a scene from a horror movie.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward and closed the door of the study, turned around and left without hesitation, and suddenly, the voice sounded again.

Just behind him, the voice seemed very far away, and it seemed to be whispering in his ears. He couldn't hear what the voice said, but he felt faintly that it seemed to be calling him.

He was nervous and excited, and he recalled the terrifying legend about the devil told by the old coachman again in his mind.

Could there really be ghosts?

Bah, bah, bah, rationality above all, those are just horror legends.

He was so heartbroken that he didn't leave at all, he took out the revolver from his pocket, and said in his heart that it doesn't matter if you are a man or a ghost, if you really dare to show yourself, you can shoot him down and talk about it.

Since he came to this world, he has never felt safe, so he bought a gun for self-defense, but unfortunately it hasn't been used for ten years, and today he wants to make a profit.

Sean walked to the door, pushed open the door and broke in, looked around vigilantly, but there was nothing in the empty study room, just when he was wondering if he was hallucinating, the voice came again It rang.

This time he finally discovered the source of the sound. It was a strange ancient book, which was lying flat on the desk in the study.

The thick cover is embossed with pitch black, and in the middle of the cover, there is a dark purple eyeball, which seems to be carved from some kind of gemstone, shining brightly, looking at everything around it like an eye.

(End of this chapter)