The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 66 Corian Manor

A week flies by.

"That's all." Professor Marlowe helped two assistants put several suitcases into a white Ford van and clapped his hands.

"No, Clay is also your assistant, isn't he going with us?" Zhu Mingyao checked and made sure the store door was locked, then asked casually.

"Yes, Clay is already a qualified assistant professor. During the period when we are conducting experimental projects, he will stay in the school to teach the students on my behalf. This is also what he requested."

It was probably what happened last time that scared him so much that he probably stayed away from supernatural events, the young man thought indifferently.

Not everyone has the intense curiosity of a Shinigami primary school student and is willing to risk his life to explore unknown things. No matter where he is, people are still the mainstream.

The two cars started one after another and drove the four people towards their destination, Kerien Manor.

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The tender green and soft fragrance are far more intense, and when spring comes, there is velvet everywhere.

In early March, it was the time when the spring breeze was blowing and the flowers and grass were beginning to grow. Under the bright morning light, two cars left Los Angeles and sped north along the highway.

The Corian Manor, as the experimental site, is located in a small town in the northern part of the Golden State, bordering Nevada to the west and Oregon to the north.

In the late 19th century, there was a period of prosperity, but as times changed, it has long been depressed and declined, and now there are only a few hundred permanent residents left.

Probably because there was really no other way, the town government, which was financially strapped, saved some money and reluctantly carried out basic maintenance on the manor, hoping that it could be rented out to earn some money.

"...The rent for a week is only 1800 gold dollars, and it also includes three meals a day for us? This price is considered a Black Friday sale, right?"

Zhu Mingyao pinched the thing in his hand that was either a leaflet or a postcard and said jokingly.

"The main building alone covers an area of ​​no less than 8000 square meters, plus the courtyard garden and surrounding land. If it were not abandoned, the entire building would be worth nearly ten million yuan.

No wonder the local government would rather squeeze some money out of their teeth every year for maintenance than let it be abandoned. I wouldn't be willing to do it if it were me. "

Professor Maro sat in the co-pilot, flipping through the test plan information, and answered casually:
  "It's not worth that much. This place is too remote. It already belongs to the branch of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It's sparsely populated and life is inconvenient.

The value of real estate can't just be judged by the area, but mainly by the location. If this manor were in Beverly Hills, you wouldn't be able to buy it for 2000 million federal gold dollars, but here, no one would buy it for more than half the price. .

What's more, it's a century-old house. If you want to live in it for a long time, you have to completely renovate it, which is a big expense. To put it simply, you can't afford it if you can afford it, and you can't afford it if you want it. . "

The truth is this, but such a large place with a mansion is really eye-catching.

The pursuit of big houses by ordinary residents of the Celestial Dynasty in the previous life, coupled with the love for the land in the Chinese blood, combined with the two buffs, made Zhu Mingyao a little excited.

This place is a bit remote for living, but it is just right for quiet practice. Moreover, the area is large enough, so testing some large-scale spells in the future will not attract anyone's attention.

Why did the predecessors in ancient times like to live in isolation and build caves in the mountains? It was not because they were free, but because they had to play an independent and aloof style. It was a real necessity.

In addition to the reason that spiritual intelligence is lively in mountains and rivers, living in densely populated areas does bring many inconveniences to practitioners.

Just say that you have to practice all kinds of magical powers, and you can't just do it in your mind.

When the realm is low, it's okay to say that when you reach the level of a real person, whether it's summoning gods and ghosts, refining treasures and setting up formations, calling wind and rain, or flying thunder and lightning, all kinds of performances are often very loud, and it's easy to disturb the people. Therefore, such masters often practice in secret realms such as Cave Heaven and Paradise, and seldom walk in the world.

I don't dare to think about caves, heavens, and paradises right now, so it's more realistic to settle for a mountain wilderness.

After the trial is over, you might as well inquire with the local government. If the price is not too outrageous, it can be used as one of the alternative places to buy a farm in the future.

After having a casual meal of Kaifeng dishes at a gas station on the side of the road at noon, the group continued on the road and finally arrived at the end of the trip before dusk.

Looking from a distance, among the rolling low hills, sparse woods half-hidden a European-style classical building.

The dim light of the setting sun shines on the mottled stone brick wall, giving it a somewhat oil painting-like artistic conception.

Corian Manor has arrived.

Someone was waiting anxiously in front of the wrought iron gate entangled with a few withered vines.

Before the car approached, a gray-haired old man threw down the big broom in his hand, patted the dust on his cowboy uniform, pushed open the door with force, and shouted:

"Thank God, you're here. If you don't come, the old lady and I will leave work directly..."

The car drove into the deserted courtyard and slowly stopped aside. An old woman wearing a black and white skirt and a bun on the back of her head who looked like a housekeeper walked down the hall steps quickly.

“I’m Sarah, your housekeeper these days.

Gentlemen, when we contacted, we agreed to arrive before three o'clock, but now it's almost five o'clock, and I have to go back to town after get off work.

The guest room is on the second floor. There is a note on the door with your name written on it. Please go up by yourself. "The old woman complained with a worried expression.

"Hello, Mrs. Sarah, I'm really sorry. I took a long detour on the country road to find this place. I am Maro, the person who contacted you last time. I am the lessor this time."

Professor Marrow stretched out his hand apologetically, holding two banknotes in his palm.

"There are a lot of things. Can you and this gentleman help us? Leave those big boxes to us and you can just get the others."

This act of asking for your luggage, but actually giving me a tip to appease me, is quite appropriate.

But to Professor Marlowe's surprise, Mrs. Sarah only shook her hand lightly and did not take the banknote. She frowned and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Maro, we will never stay here after the sun goes down. Dinner has been prepared and placed in the restaurant."

She raised her arm and pointed at the cars nearby, "Other guests have already arrived. Please tell them about the precautions. We have to excuse ourselves..."

Before Mrs. Sarah finished speaking, the old gentleman's eyes lit up, he tried his best to smile, stepped forward, took the banknotes, and started talking:
  "Okay, but let's agree first, we can only stay for a short while, so hurry up!"

Mrs. Sarah raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, glanced at the old man angrily, and then said reluctantly:
  "Then please hurry up. We will have to leave in ten minutes...not five minutes."

As she said that, she took a suitcase that her assistant had brought down and walked into the entrance hall on her own.

　A book friend actually gave me a reward of 100 starting coins. I wrote so slowly and poorly. I really deserve it.
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