Chapter 3, late at night

Lucien listened carefully and discovered that he could still hear faint sounds of crying, but why couldn't the others hear it?

Strive to remain calm, so that the library in the mind does not become difficult to "touch" due to excessive emotional fluctuations. Lucien flipped through the books one by one, recording which books could be opened and which could not.

What kind of life is this! Lucien, feeling increasingly irritable, couldn't help but curse, thinking that he was becoming somewhat mentally exhausted. He was eating the most unpalatable black bread, which tasted as if it had been fermented with sawdust, wearing the worst quality linen clothes that chafed his skin, and covered with a blanket that provided little warmth and whose original material was indiscernible. As a result, even the sleep that could temporarily allow him to forget all his troubles was not peaceful, with the incessant squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, as if thousands of mice were present.

Regardless of whether it is necessary or not, it would be good for the priest to come and perform a purification.

Mouse

The cries seemed to grow increasingly mournful, causing Lucien to involuntarily shiver, his mind suddenly becoming clear. "Even if there are treasures and magical notes, they are still under the protection of these weeping vengeful spirits"

It is evident that he heard the sound of crying

The four guards nodded in agreement, indicating that they had also heard it.

Lucien's voice, which did not need to be feigned, was filled with tension: "There are ghosts, I heard the cries of the ghosts, coming from the house where the witch who was burned to death today used to live!"

He slightly opened the wooden door, and Lucien's forehead was covered in cold sweat

Benjamin asked Lucien a few more questions and learned his name, until four guards, similarly clad in silver chainmail but exuding a sense of strength and intimidation far surpassing that of Thomson, rushed over.

Outside the witch's burned-down cottage, a crowd gathered from afar, the candlelight resembling starlight, flickering gently alongside the silver moon in the sky

After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound still did not cease. Lucien could only pull up the blanket to cover his ears, but the sound seemed to have a penetrating quality, coming from all directions, making it impossible to maintain a quiet environment to fall asleep

Even the occurrence of time travel is no longer something too strange or difficult to accept, so having an additional library in one's mind is not particularly unusual. However, Lucien was very puzzled that a significant portion of the books in his mind could not be opened, rendering their contents invisible.

Lucien, heavy with sleep, drowsily turned over, preparing to continue his deep slumber. However, the sound of mice gnawing on wood and stone grew louder and more piercing, causing Lucien, whose senses were heightened in the stillness of the night, to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep any longer

There are ghosts! There are ghosts harming people!

After waking up, Lucien analyzed his own situation, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. If he were to be blinded by greed and lose his mind in the face of adventure, rashly seeking it out would likely lead to his demise below.

Is it because of the different rules of the world that it cannot be opened? However, when I recall similar knowledge that I have learned, at least at the university level, I can still remember it, and it has not been blocked

The sound of crying seems to be coming from beneath the right wall. The closer Lucien got to the door, the clearer the crying became. "Wait a minute, isn't the place to the right of my room the residence of the witch who was burned to death?"

"Woof woof woof," the wild dogs began to bark frantically in fear

The whispers and the anxious chatter abruptly vanished upon seeing Benjamin approach, giving rise to a sense of relief, as they gradually gathered around and began to discuss quietly.

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There were no vengeful spirits appearing in any direction, and after exiting the house, the sound of the ghostly cries had become faint and indistinct. Lucien relaxed slightly, took a deep breath, then inhaled again, and shouted loudly:

It is essential to escape this life as soon as possible

Listening intently, Lucien struggled to discern the direction from the sound of gnawing.

The library has many books, and after Lucien merely skimmed a small portion, he discovered these issues, but he was not certain and could not understand the reasons.

I did not hear any sounds of ghosts

Struggling to return to bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep, replenishing his energy and restoring his health, so that he could face a better tomorrow. Lucien would not forget that he had only one piece of black bread left; survival would always come first.

Upon hearing this, the guard also appeared somewhat flustered. He did not doubt Lucien's words, as such matters were beyond the judgment of a squire like him. Therefore, he instructed Desien to stay in place, leaving another guard to watch over him, while he turned and walked into the church to report to the night watch pastor. The sound of clashing armor gradually diminished, moving from near to far.

At the entrance of the church stood two guards clad in silver chainmail. Upon seeing Lucien running over, one extended his hand to signal him to stop, while the other partially drew his longsword, poised for action. The midnight hour always evokes a sense of danger

Upon thinking of the concealed chamber, Lucien, who had read many novels, was suddenly struck by words such as "adventure," "treasure," and "magical notes," as a hint of greed began to emerge in his heart.

Fortunately, having experienced time travel, along with the fear and astonishment of witnessing divine magic and the burning of living people during the day, Lucien was able to avoid becoming weak and dazed in such a terrifying atmosphere. While his mind was blank and his spirit tense, he slowed his breathing and forced himself to calm down

In the quiet of the deep night, there are no longer the sounds of mice or the gnawing of books, only the desolate and mournful sounds of weeping can be heard

The church of Adren is not far away, and soon Lucien saw the building illuminated by a faint yellow candlelight

Lucien clenched his teeth in anger, carefully listening to the direction from which the sound of the mice was coming. Since he could not fall asleep, he might as well get up, find these mice, kill one or two, scare the others away, and secretly curse and vow:

The possibility that the greedy witch's treasure could lead to the death of the church members and frame them was also considered by Lucien, which is why he shouted that there was a ghost to wake everyone up

The wooden door is half open, the night outside is deep and dark, and a cold wind stirs.

Benjamin showed no signs of abnormality and calmly said to Lucien: "Indeed, there are vengeful spirits"

Art books can also be opened

In his haste, Lucien could only think of these few aspects and was unable to cover everything comprehensively.

It is possible to be deceived and killed by vengeful spirits, or even possessed

Moreover, as a neighbor of the witch, I am likely being watched by the church. If it were the original Lucien, it would not matter much, but I am hiding the secret of my time travel. Any slight relaxation could reveal my true identity. This time, by actively seeking help from the church regarding matters related to the witch, I can clear my suspicions and gain the trust of the church, alleviating my concerns about being monitored by them.

At this moment, Lucien realized that the moon in this world was silver.

Wuwuwu, wuwuwu... ...

He has a head full of golden hair, a very thin face, and maintains a unique rhythm in his walk, appearing quite elegant: "I am Pastor Benjamin, please repeat the matter of the ghost once more"

He praised Lucien a few words, then turned to the guard and said: "Thompson, bring out Gary, Paul, and the other two. That witch is merely a magic apprentice; there is no need to alarm the bishop."

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Lucien's body is very weak, and his mental state is also poor. After flipping through numerous books consecutively, his head has become quite muddled, and he can no longer feel the presence of the library.

Lucien stepped out of the door, and saw a distant glimmer of light.

Half-asleep, Lucien was awakened by the sharp, piercing sounds of squeaking and gnawing on wood, interrupting his dreams of abundant delicacies and a warm, soft bed

After listening attentively, Benjamin revealed a gentle smile on his face: "Very good, you have done well. The ability to overcome fear and report to the church clearly demonstrates your devotion to the Lord"

Lucien instinctively opened the crate as he stood up from the bed, taking the remaining piece of black bread in his hand as a weapon for self-defense. In terms of hardness, it was certainly sufficient to knock out a thief.

Before Pastor Benjamin, two guards stood quietly, afraid to make any movements lest the sound of their armor disturb Lord Benjamin's inquiries

"What brings you to the church?" asked the guard, extending his hand.

The sound of crying filled the air with desolation, and in the deep silence of the night, it was so evident. Yet, the neighbors around seemed completely lost in their dreams, with not a single person making a sound.

Lucien was momentarily stunned: "Wasn't her residence burned down by the church? Could there still be a hidden cellar or secret room, concealing her vengeful spirit and other things"

As Lucien concentrated, he realized that the sound he was hearing was not that of a mouse, but rather a series of eerie, hollow cries.

Books on mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, etc., some can be accessed, while others cannot

Lucien's heart began to pound violently, his brain felt congested, and his senses became extraordinarily acute, as if he could hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the cracks of the door, while the weeping seemed to sing an ethereal song, both illusory and real

I am just an ordinary person who has recently recovered from a serious illness, and I do not know how powerful the vengeful spirits in this world are, what their weaknesses are, or what I can use to confront them

Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp... sob sob sob, sob sob sob...

Economic books, no problem

While listening to this, Lucien hurriedly ran towards the Adéran Church, as purifying vengeful spirits is certainly a task for professionals

Knock, knock, knock, sob, sob, sob... knock, knock, knock, sob, sob, sob...

"Yes, Lord Benjamin." Thomson did not say much more. Lord Benjamin is a formal priest; although he is only at the first rank, he has no problem dealing with magical traps left by apprentices and informal magic. The gap between the two is even greater than that between a knight and a high-ranking knight's squire, much like the difference between a formal priest and a high-ranking apprentice priest, both in status and in strength. He has no problem dealing with magical traps left by apprentices and informal magic. The gap between the two is even greater than that between a knight and a high-ranking knight's squire, much like the difference between a formal priest and a high-ranking apprentice priest, both in status and in strength.

Lucien found the thumping sound to be quite strange, but he quickly realized it was the sound of his own heartbeat, which was so intense in his ears

The sound was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled, not expecting that his full-throated shout would have such an effect

However, we cannot just wait like this; who knows if the vengeful spirit might come up here. Lucien's mind raced as he contemplated a strategy

Historical books can all be opened

Lucien recounted in detail how he discovered the ghost weeping, how he thought of the church, and how he handled the situation, his attitude being sincere and respectful

A few minutes later, a young priest dressed in a white robe walked out of the church accompanied by a guard

Suddenly, Lucien had a flash of inspiration and thought of a power he could harness. He cautiously moved towards the door, fearing that a vengeful spirit might suddenly appear behind or in front of him, while the black bread was dampened by the sweat in Lucien's palm

Moving step by step towards the door, Lucien discerned the direction from which the sound of crying was coming

Wuwuwu, wuwuwu... ...

A chilling wind swept through, and Lucien tightly grasped the black bread, a sense of fear rising within him: "This is a world of magic and divine arts; could it really be vengeful spirits?"