Sean looked at the magnificent temple in front of him and was dying. The temple was made of huge stones and was more than ten meters high. Under the eaves stood statues of deer, bear, goshawk and raven.

Although it still looks magnificent, the magnificent temple is now obviously ruined, and a decadent and declining atmosphere is everywhere.

The mottled wall, the stone pillars with only half left, and the thick door with a crack were all telling all this.

Why did he be here? He thought strangely, where is this place?

At this time, a sensation came from the dim hall.

Through the crack on the thick wooden door, you can see the vague flash of fire in the dark hall, which does not give people a warm feeling. It is like a ghost fire in the cemetery, with shadows, but the flame still attracted Sean's attention, as if something was waiting for him there, a destined fate that drove him forward to find out.

He stepped forward a few steps and stepped on the ancient stone steps covered with moss. The song gradually became clear. It was a hymn to praise the warriors, sung in the Nord language. Sean didn't know Nordish and hadn't even heard it a few times, but at this time he could clearly hear the meaning of the song.

"Hey, hey, Nord Warriors are brave."

"Hey, hey, the long sword battle axe flashes cold light."

"I'm not afraid of the dragon spurting fire, I'm not afraid of the devil's lies."

"Go up to that high mountain, into the deep sea, and spread the name of my Lord Omway."

"Step into the battlefield, blood-stained shield, and the name of Aum sings, spreading my reputation."

The song was intoxicating, as if countless people were singing loudly together.

Sean felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to join the chorus, sit by the fire and drink and eat meat, and cut off the enemy's heads. He was fearless like a battlefield.

He walked to the door and was about to push the door when a white light suddenly appeared behind him.

He turned around and a white star flashed in the vast starry sky. Somehow the light actually came to his eyes. The starlight was dim and you could vaguely see the outline of a woman appearing in it.

"You shouldn't go in." The woman sighed.

The singing in his ears became louder and louder, as if calling for his joining. Sean hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help pushing open the door.

"You shouldn't go in."

He suddenly woke up from his dream.

Huh, Huh, Huh! Sean gasped loudly, and in front of him was the ceiling of wood. He stared at the goshawk pattern on the wood. After a while, he realized where he was.

Here is Nordfordson, the nameless estate in the Oak Valley, his new home.

It has been a week since he moved in, but Sean is still not completely used to his current life. Occasionally, he wakes up in the middle of the night and often mistakenly thinks that he is still living in his apartment in Sword Castle.

The apartment was not originally considered his home by him, but deep in the ancient mansion in the desolate valley of Nord, listening to the howling wind coming from outside the window, the ordinary apartment also made him feel nostalgic.

Sean sighed, lifted the curtains and looked out the window. Through the burly glass window, you can see the birch forest in the valley being rustled by the wind, and the shadows were scattered under the white moonlight, with a desolate beauty.

The moonlight outside the window was shining in, and the white eyes were bright, the howling wind and the whistling sound of leaves were intertwined, and he lay down again in the sound.

Shawn closed his eyes after pulling the fur covered with his body.

His mind was still running slowly.

The dream was obviously not a nightmare, but somehow it made him feel nervous and he felt inexplicably heavy and sad, as if it was some kind of omen.

The temple was very strange in my dream, but when I thought of it, I thought of it, and the reliefs of the statues on the walls.

He was a little doubtful that he had drunk the spiritual water, which gave his spirit a certain keen transformation, so that he could sense the ancient god that had long been forgotten.

Or maybe he just thought about it on the day and dreamed about it on the night. Speaking of which, when he saw the statue of the building, he was indeed a little touched.

Sean didn't think for too long and fell asleep again soon, and the heroic singing seemed to echo in his ears again.

The next morning, Sean woke up early.

It has been a week since he moved here. He has completely bid farewell to all the entertainment. Although he was bored when he was in the Sword Castle, he still had a lot of books to read, and he could also go to the tavern and theatre, or find a few friends to play cards and chat freely.

However, in this remote town, in this deserted valley, there are only trees and beasts, which makes his daily routine surprisingly healthy. He sleeps when it darkens and wakes up when it dawns.

Put on his clothes and wrap his fur coat, the first thing he did after he got up was to light the living room fireplace.

The climate is very cold in this deep mountain, and the thick exterior walls of the mansion cannot block the chill. The fireplace must be lit every day to maintain the temperature in the living room.

The living room was very big, and Sean simply cleaned it up. It was quite neat. He was not a diligent person. Therefore, the only living room and his bedroom were tidyed out in the huge manor, and the rest of the rooms remained the same as when he moved in.

He made himself a breakfast with the fire of the fireplace, marinated venison sausage fried in lard, two peach eggs, and a bowl of oatmeal leftovers from yesterday. The porridge was already cold, and it was boiled in the fire for a while and then it smelled like the grain again.

He was a little tired of this monotonous breakfast. Although the food in Jianbao was always scarce, at least there were delicious pastries and fresh fruits. He could have a big meal occasionally, and there were only grains and various game, mushrooms, and bird eggs.

In fact, even these are not something you can eat every time.

He thought that he should go to Nordfordson to buy some food in the afternoon, or go hunting to see if he could catch a rabbit or grouse or something.

In safety and personal interest, he bought a shotgun in the town, but so far, he has not been sent to Lishi.

After breakfast, he came to the study room and said it was the study room, but there were almost no books. He didn't care about the old knight novels and business stories on the bookshelf. It was probably left by the previous owner.

All he cared about was the few books he brought, and his job was to read books every day.

During the day, he specializes in ancient Brighton and Essian ciphertext. So far, he has mastered the ancient Brighton, but Essian ciphertext is still clueless. Those scholars who study this ancient language obviously try to crack the mystery through imagination and bold speculation, but most of the results are specious.

Sean occasionally reads the book "Biography of the Knights". The book was brought out by Sean because of its precious collection value. Unexpectedly, it became his rare entertainment reading here.

This week he forced himself to not read the old book, but instead studied the text with all his heart, and now he finally achieved some success.
Chapter completed!