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Chapter 18 Start

Although there was only Ryan as a guest, Sir Morrison still arranged the dinner in a very formal way. Pale golden candles were lit, and several crystal chandeliers hanging from the top of the hall made the hall look very bright.

Ryan couldn't recognize the material of the candles, but these candles barely showed signs of shortening after burning for a long time, which was obviously expensive.

"This Mr. Morrison is really rich. I don't know what industry he is in." Ryan glanced at the maids around him calmly.

According to Morrison himself, he doesn't live in this manor often, and he only stays here for less than four months every year.

Despite this, the manor still maintains more than 20 servants all year round.

"Mr. Lane, this is the wine I brought back from Ruen. I heard it is very effective in restoring energy." Morrison asked the servant to open a bottle of red wine,

"Honestly, I thought it would do something for my sleep, but unfortunately it didn't."

"But it tastes really good, you must try it." Sir Morrison smiled slightly.

The half month of torture had almost exhausted his energy. Although he was not affected when he was awake, it was impossible for him not to sleep.

Don't look at him talking and laughing with Ryan now, in fact, he was so sleepy that he wanted to pass out on the spot.

It's a pity that even if he fainted, he couldn't escape the entangled nightmare.

Ryan took a sip of the wine, and his eyes lit up slightly: "It's really good, this wine does have some beneficial effects on the recovery of mental power."

"I bought a lot of this wine. If Mr. Lane likes it, I will ask Leidy to send some to the church when I go back." Morrison laughed.

Leidy is the housekeeper of this manor, the man who picks up Ryan at the church door in the afternoon.

While drinking and drinking, Ryan also knew what kind of business this Sir Morrison was doing. According to him, what he was doing was transnational trade between the Kingdom of Loen and the Kingdom of France.

The Kingdom of Loen is the only country that borders the Kingdom of Gwen in the north. Although it has no alliance, it also belongs to the category of friendly countries.

Even so, it is not an easy task to do trade between two countries.

The Kingdom of Loen is a peninsula country, with more than half of the land facing Gwen across the sea, and the land border is separated by a huge mountain range.

Most smuggling caravans would choose to risk crossing the mountains, and Sir Morrison had his own merchant ship in the port because of the Chamber of Commerce.

This is also the reason why Sir Morrison only lives in Layton for less than four months every year, and spends most of the remaining half of the year on the northernmost coastline of Girvin and on merchant ships.

"Even though they are from the southernmost region of the Gwen Kingdom, they can have their own port and merchant ships on the northernmost coast."

"This Sir Morrison is probably not as simple as it seems." Ryan thought to himself.

After dinner, the two briefly rested in the living room for a while.

"Sir Morrison." Ryan interrupted what the other party was introducing, "It's getting late, shall we start?"

Morrison froze for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I'm really sorry, these days of torture always make me subconsciously want to avoid sleeping."

"Of course, I can understand your troubles." Ryan paused, nodded and smiled: "So I'm here to solve the problem for you, isn't it?"

"plz follow me."

Ryan followed Sir Morrison and walked towards the bedroom. It could be seen that Sir Morrison's footsteps were very flimsy. When he climbed the stairs, he almost walked lightly. Ryan was even a little worried that he would walk halfway. Fall down the stairs.

But in the end they came to the bedroom on the second floor without any risk.

Sir Morrison's bedroom is three times larger than Ryan's room in the church. In addition to the necessary bed and living room, there is even a whole wall of bookshelves, a set of desks and chairs, and many exquisite decorations And oil painting, very extravagant.

In Ryan's perception, this room seems to be somewhat different from the daytime.

"Mr. Lane, do you need me to make any preparations?" Morrison came to the window and drew the curtains.

"Don't be too nervous, you just need to rest normally, and I will wake you up if the problem is solved." Ryan smiled slightly.

Sir Morrison nodded. After coming to the bed and sitting down, he didn't intend to change into his pajamas. Instead, he sat by the bed and hesitated for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to go to sleep.

After a while, Sir Morrison finally finished his mental construction. After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

In less than half a minute, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep at a ridiculously fast speed.

After Sir Morrison fell asleep, the bedroom gradually became quiet, only the steady breathing from the bed remained.

As time passed, Ryan seemed to feel a strange silence in the bedroom, as if there was some deviation between this room and the outside world.

Ryan did not act rashly, but silently hid his breath.

There was probably something else in this bedroom besides himself and Sir Morrison.

ten minutes later.

Sir Morrison's breathing suddenly began to change, and his originally steady breathing gradually became rapid and heavy.

"Huchi. Huchi" the heavy breathing sounded like a bellows with a hole.

The temperature of the bedroom began to drop significantly in Ryan's perception, as if something had appeared in the room.

Ryan was not in a hurry to make a move, but frowned and carefully observed everything in the room.

Although he couldn't see the other guest in the bedroom, he was sure that there must be something else in the bedroom.

"It seems that Harvey guessed wrong, this is not a curse." Ryan thought to himself, the curse will not affect the surrounding environment in this way.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a moan of pain, accompanied by the strange cry of a child.

"It seems that this is what Mr Morrison was talking about. It sounds like it is coming from the head of the bed."

Ryan's face sank, and while holding the wand tightly in his right hand, he built a spell model of the second-order purification technique in advance in his mind.

Then he held his wand and walked gently towards the position of the bed.

But what he saw next made Ryan's scalp tingle.

Sir Morrison, who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, had a painful and hideous expression on his face, and a heavy "wheezing, wheezing" sound came from his mouth opened to the limit.

Most importantly, the strange moaning and crying in the room also came from his mouth.

Without seeing it with his own eyes, it is hard for Ryan to imagine that a person's mouth can make so many sounds when it is opened to the limit.

So, the source of Sir Morrison's nightmare is actually himself?

(End of this chapter)