Even time travel has happened, and having another library in my mind is not something too weird to accept. However, a large part of the books in my mind cannot be opened, and the contents cannot be seen.
, Lucien was very confused.
Trying to stay calm so that the library in his mind would not be difficult to "touch" due to too many emotional ups and downs, Lucien flipped through the books one by one and recorded which books could be opened and which books could not be opened.
"All historical books can be opened."
"Economics books, no problem."
"Art books can also be opened."
"Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and other books, some of them are acceptable, and some of them are not."
"Is it because the rules of the world are different that it cannot be opened? But when I recall similar knowledge that I have learned, at least at the university level, I can still recall it without being blocked."
The types of books that can be opened are mainly for middle and high school level. However, the university comprehensive library will definitely not collect middle and high school textbooks, but only some scattered teaching research and medieval paper materials of corresponding levels for students' reference.
There are many books in the library. Lucien discovered these problems after only browsing a small part of them, but he was not sure and could not figure out the reasons.
Just after a serious illness, Lucien is now very weak physically and mentally. After reading many books in succession, his mind has become confused and he can no longer feel the feeling of the library.
After forcing himself back to bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep, replenishing his energy and regaining his health before he could face a good tomorrow. Lucien would not forget that he only had one loaf of black bread left, and survival would always come first.
bit.
As he fell into a dazed sleep, bursts of squeaking sounds and the sharp and harsh sound of chewing wood reached Lucien's ears, waking him up from his dream of many delicacies and a warm, soft bed.
"mouse?"
Lucien, who was deeply sleepy, turned over in a daze, preparing to continue sleeping soundly, but the sound of mice grinding their teeth on wood and stones became louder and more harsh, which made the road with keen senses in the dead of night.
Sean tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep again.
After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound did not stop, so Lucien had to pull up the blanket and cover his ears, but the sound seemed to be penetrating, coming from all directions, making it impossible to sleep in a quiet environment.
"What kind of life is this?" Lucien, who became irritated, couldn't help but cursed. He felt that he was already a little mentally weak. He ate the most unpalatable food, like black bread fermented with sawdust.
Bread, the worst-dressed person, linen clothes that polished the skin, and a blanket that was not very warm, and could not tell what kind of material it was originally made of. As a result, even the sleep that could temporarily forget all the troubles could not get peace, squeaking, squeaking
, squeaking, like there are thousands of mice.
Lucien gritted his teeth bitterly and listened carefully to the direction where the rat's voice came from. Since he couldn't fall asleep, he might as well get up and find these rats, kill one or two, scare the others away, and cursed and swore secretly:
"We must get rid of this life as soon as possible!"
Listening carefully, Lucien tried to discern the direction from the gnawing sounds.
Only when Lucien concentrated his attention did he realize that what he heard was the sound of mice. It was clearly a series of gloomy and empty cries.
Ohh Ohh ohh……
In the quiet night, there were no more sounds of mice squealing or gnawing, only sad and plaintive cries could be heard.
Lucien's heart beat violently, his brain was congested, and his senses became extraordinarily sharp. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the cracks in the door, and the crying sound was like singing an ethereal song, almost like a dream.
real.
Turning over and standing up from the bed, Lucien subconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining loaf of black bread in his hand as a self-defense weapon. In any case, in terms of hardness, it was enough to stun the thief.
Lucien was curious about what the thumping sound was, but he immediately realized that it was his own heartbeat, which was so violent in his ears.
The eerie wind blew by. Lucien held the black bread tightly with his hands, and couldn't help but feel fear in his heart: "This is a world with magic and divine arts. Is it really a ghost?"
Fortunately, he had experienced time travel, coupled with the shocking and frightening experience of witnessing divine magic and living people being burned to death during the day, Lucien did not have his hands and feet become weak, his mind blank, and his spirit tense in this terrifying atmosphere.
Slow down your breathing and force yourself to calm down.
Moving towards the door step by step, Lucien discerned the direction from which the crying sound came.
The cry was full of desolation, so obvious in the quiet night, but the surrounding neighbors seemed to be lost in their dreams, and no one made the slightest movement.
"This cry seems to be coming from under the wall on the right." The closer Lucien got to the door, the clearer the cry became, "Wait a minute, isn't the right side of my house the residence of the burned witch?"
Lucien was shocked: "Wasn't her residence burned down by the church? Is there a hidden cellar or secret room where her resentful spirit and other things are hidden?"
Thinking of the hidden secret room, words such as "adventure", "treasure", and "magic notes" suddenly flashed through Lucien's mind, having read many novels, and a little greed could not help but appear in his heart.
Ohh Ohh ohh……
The crying seemed to become a bit sad, which made Lucien shudder involuntarily, and his mind suddenly came to his senses, "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, they are still under the protection of this crying spirit."
"I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and I don't know how powerful the resentful spirits in this world are. What are their shortcomings? How can I deal with them?"
"Maybe you will be confused, killed, or possessed by the evil spirits!"
After waking up, Lucien analyzed his own situation, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. If he was blinded by greed, blinded by adventure, and went looking for it rashly, he would most likely be buried underneath.
"But we can't wait like this, who knows if the resentful spirit will come up." Lucien's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about countermeasures.
Suddenly, Lucien had an idea and thought of the power he could use, so he cautiously leaned towards the door, fearing that a resentful spirit would suddenly appear from behind or in front of him, and the black bread was soaked with the sweat from Lucien's palms.
.
As he opened the wooden door little by little, Lucien's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The wooden door was half open, the night was dark outside, and the cold wind was blowing.
Lucien stepped out of the room step by step and saw a light in the distance.
No ghosts appeared before, after, left, right, up and down, and after coming out of the house, the cries of the ghosts had become very small and vague. Lucien relaxed a little, took a deep breath, took another breath, and then shouted loudly
stand up:
"There are ghosts! There are ghosts that harm people!"
The sound was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled. He didn't expect that shouting with all his strength would have such an effect.
"Woof woof woof", the wild dogs were frightened and howled wildly.
While listening to this, Lucien hurriedly ran to the Adrang Church. Of course, the matter of purifying the evil spirits must be done professionally!
Moreover, as a neighbor of a witch, he is probably being watched by the church. If it is the original Lucien, of course it doesn't matter, but he is hiding the secret of time travel. If he relaxes a little, he will be exposed. This time he takes the initiative
I went to the church to seek help, and it was about witches. It just cleared my suspicion and gained the trust of the church. I no longer had to worry about being noticed by the church.
Lucien also thought of the possibility that the church people, greedy for the witch's treasure, would kill him and frame him, so he shouted that there was a ghost to wake everyone up.
In a hurry, Lucien only thought of these few aspects, but could not omit everything and cover everything.
Aderjan Church was not far away, and soon Lucien saw the building shining with yellowish candlelight.
There were two guards in silver chainmail standing at the door of the church. Seeing Lucien running over, one stretched out his hand to ask him to stop, and the other half-drawn his sword, ready to go. They always let people go in the middle of the night.
Feel dangerous.
"What are you doing in the church?" the guard asked, extending his hand.
Lucien didn't have to pretend but his voice was nervous: "There is a ghost. I heard the ghost's cry. It came from the house where the witch who was burned to death lived today!"
After the guard heard this, he also seemed a little panicked. He did not doubt Lucien's words. This kind of thing was something that a trainee knight attendant like him could not judge, so he asked Desien to stay where he was and watched by another guard.
He turned around and walked into the church to inform the vigil priest tonight. The sound of armor clashing gradually became smaller from nearer to farther away.
A few minutes later, a young priest wearing a white robe walked out of the church together with the guards.
He has blond hair and a thin face. He maintains a unique rhythm when walking and looks very elegant: "I am Pastor Benjamin. Please tell me about the ghost again."
In front of Pastor Benjamin, the two guards stood quietly, not daring to make any movement, for fear that the sound from their armor would disturb Lord Benjamin's questioning.
Lucien took the trouble to tell the story of how he found the ghost crying, how he thought of the church, and how he dealt with it, with a sincere and respectful attitude.
After Benjamin listened, a soft smile appeared on his face: "Very good, you did a good job. Being able to overcome your fear and report to the church shows your devotion to the Lord."
He praised Lucien a few words, then turned to the guard and said: "Thomson, call out Gary and Paul. The witch is just a magic apprentice. There is no need to alert the bishop."
"Yes, Lord Benjamin." Thomson didn't say much. Lord Benjamin is a formal priest. Although he is only a first-level priest, he has no problem dealing with magic traps left by magic apprentices, informal magic, etc. The gap between the two is greater than that of a knight.
It is bigger than a high-level knight attendant, just like the gap between a formal priest and a high-level trainee priest, both in terms of status and strength.
Benjamin asked Lucien a few more questions and learned his name, until four guards who also wore silver chainmail, but whose strength and oppressive force far exceeded Thomson's, rushed over.
Outside the witch's burned hut, people gathered in the distance. The candlelight was like starlight, accompanied by the silver moon in the sky.
At this time, Lucien discovered that the moon in this world is silver.
The whispering and anxious noise disappeared immediately after seeing Benjamin coming. With a feeling of peace of mind, they gradually gathered around and talked quietly.
"I didn't hear any ghost noises."
"Regardless of whether it's there or not, it's good for the priest to come over and do some purification."
Lucien listened carefully and found that he could still hear the faint sound of crying, but why couldn't anyone else hear it?
Benjamin didn't feel any strange at all, and said calmly to Lucien: "There are indeed resentful spirits."
Apparently he heard crying.
The four guards nodded, indicating that they heard it too.
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