Sean sighed silently after hearing this. Sure enough, he didn't get any good things, just a few books.

He was a little disappointed and thought he could be financially free.

But it is better than nothing.

The will was soon announced, and those who had been assigned the property were naturally very happy, and those who had given the small amount would inevitably complain and sigh, questioning the unfairness of the will. However, this matter was a foregone conclusion. No matter how complained, no one dared to disturb the family loudly, so that it would not make the family lose their dignity.

As the eldest son, Edmund acquired ownership of the Dark Forest Manor and inherited the Baron, as well as all real estate and major industries.

Each of his younger brothers and sisters was assigned a shop or some stocks. It is okay to make a living, and you should not think about being rich or powerful.

Sean was not surprised by this result. The Brighton Kingdom was popular with the eldest son inheritance system. In order to avoid the differentiation and scattering of family industries, most of the family property will be left for the eldest son to inherit.

Edmund entered the role quite quickly and immediately became a master.

Arranged everyone to check in and invited everyone to have dinner together, but Sean didn't want to stay among these unfamiliar relatives for a long time.

Anyway, there are only a few books on the left. Just take them and leave. It’s only past seven o’clock. If you walk faster, you can stay in the town at night.

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

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

Almost all of the books are large. He has seen many ancient philosophical books, military theories, literary masterpieces, and even some rare mystical works. Many of them are sensitive forbidden books. However, in such rural areas, the management of rational learning is not so accurate.

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

Considering that the price of books in this world is quite expensive, this is also a considerable asset.

It seems like you have to hire a carriage.

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

Sean thought with a headache that maybe he could call the old man to help with the transport tomorrow, but he didn't know if he could come over.

It seems like I have to stay for one night tonight.

Dinner was held in the banquet hall, with bright chandeliers and swaying candlelights, and members of the Forrest family sat by the long dining table.

There were not many sadness and sadness of the passing of relatives on the table. It was as peaceful as an ordinary family gathering. Sean looked around while eating the toasted grouse and toast for dinner and drinking creamy mushroom soup.

He is not looking at people, but the surrounding environment.

Is this where the tragedy happened that night? I don’t know if it was a psychological factor, but it seemed that you could still smell a bloody smell in the air.

He looked at his feet and the floor was washed and almost faded. He could no longer see what had happened here. There seemed to be a trace of dark tones remaining between the splicing of the floor.

"So you are a professor at Swordburgh University?"

Sean came to his senses and asked an aunt.

“Yes, teach the Department of Literature.”

"Ha, great writer, amazing."

He smiled reservedly. These relatives were not annoying in general, and they did not have any pretentious or impolite situations, but they were not very popular.

Sean decided to maintain the necessary politeness and politeness, and just stay away from each other after this day.

However, he thought so, but others didn't think so. A girl with light blonde curly hair suddenly chuckled, "Cousin, I may go to Jianbao University to study next year, and I will take more care of you at that time."

"Uh, of course." Sean agreed casually, thinking that he hoped not to come.

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

The journey of the day exhausted Sean, so he went to bed early.

He had a dream.

There was darkness in the dream. He saw himself standing in front of a gorgeous coffin and 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 pieces. Albert slowly sat up in the coffin, looked at it calmly, and slowly raised his hand to him.

After a while, Sean realized that the other party was pointing behind him. Sean turned around suddenly, and in the dark, a huge purple pupil stared at him, and a chill instantly poured into his whole body.

Sean suddenly woke up, and the quilt on his body slid aside at some point. He shivered, and the fear in the dream quickly dissipated. He didn't think much about it. He was prone to having strange dreams in the strange mirror, not to mention that he had just attended a funeral, so it was said that there was something to think about the day and the night had something to dream about...

He covered the quilt again, but the chill on his body did not subside much. Sean couldn't help but secretly complain that although this broken castle looked quite grand, it was really not very comfortable to live in.

Sean tightened the quilt and tried to warm himself up a little, but as he was getting asleep, a urge to urinate appeared.

Fuck! He cursed inwardly, he shouldn't have drunk so much soup at night.

He put on his woolen coat helplessly, thought for a while, took out the pistol from under the pillow, and pushed open the bedroom door. The dark corridor was empty, and only the cold moonlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling window on the left side of the corridor.

He held his slippers, walked through the corridor, and hurried into the bathroom to solve his physiological problems.

When I walked back and passed by the study, I heard a whispering whisper in my ears.

Who? He turned around and looked at him. There was no one there, only the door of the study room was facing him.

Is it an illusion? He thought about it with uncertainty.

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

Listening to the creaking sound of the wooden door shaft, he couldn't help but tremble. Everything in front of him made him feel an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if it was a scene in a horror movie.

He took a deep breath, walked forward and closed the door of the study room, turned around and left without hesitation. Suddenly, the sound rang again.

Just behind him, the voice seemed very far away, and it seemed like a whisper in his ear. He couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but he felt as if he was summoning him.

He was nervous and excited, and he remembered the horror legend of the old coachman about the devil.

Could there be a real ghost?

Bah, bah, rationality is just a few horror legends.

He made up his mind and simply stopped leaving. He took out the revolver from his arms, thinking that he was a human or a ghost, and he really dared to show up, and he would knock it down with one shot.

Since he came to this world, he has never felt very safe, so he bought a gun to defend himself. Unfortunately, he has not been used for ten years, so he wants to open the market today.

Sean walked to the door, pushed open the door and broke in, looking around vigilantly, but there was nothing in the empty study. Just as he was wondering whether he had hallucinated, the sound rang again.

This time he finally discovered the source of the sound, which was a strange ancient book, which was placed flat on the desk in the study room.
Chapter completed!