"Allen, pat the snow off your body before you come in. Don't dirty your coat when the snow melts," Mrs. Harris yelled.
Allen did as he was told and patted the snow off his body, but the image of the girl in red lingered in his mind.
Mr. Harris and the others were already seated in the dining room.
Mr. Harris burst into a hearty laughter, probably because they were talking about something happy.
Allen felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just seen. First, it would dampen the mood, and second, they wouldn't believe him.
Allen put his coat aside and walked into the dining room.
The walls of the dining room were green, and a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling. Hundreds of candles lit up the room.
Flames danced in the high fireplace, and torches burned on the four walls.
There was a long table under the chandelier, and everyone was already seated in the high back chairs, ready to enjoy dinner.
The wine in the metal goblet emitted a tempting rosy glow under the candlelight. On the silver plates, the sumptuous and delicious food was piled high.
If everyone were to put on their ceremonial robes and pointed hats, it would be a typical picture of a medieval wizard's dinner.
Allen noticed that Mr. Harris's eyes were sparkling under the bright candlelight. Obviously, he was very happy to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.
When Allen also sat down, Aunt Josephine knocked on the tall metal goblet in front of her and laughed heartily.
"This is the most lively Christmas I've had in years. Owen, thank you. "She took a big gulp of the wine in the goblet, and a trace of red liquid slid down from the corner of her mouth.
"It is indeed very lonely for you to be alone in such a large manor." Mrs. Harris sighed.
Aunt Josephine blinked. "Not really. Although this manor is a bit dilapidated, it has been around for a long time. Living here and imagining how it used to be is also interesting."
Allen watched Aunt Josephine drink the bright red wine in one gulp. He felt that her words meant something else.
Both the guests and the host enjoyed the banquet. Only Allen was still thinking about that red-clothed girl.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, everyone dragged their feet and walked on the hard ground. A long line of torches shrouded Allen and the others in the flickering light.
In the candlelight, the huge oil paintings on both sides of the wall looked particularly eerie.
The witches and adepts in their strange outfits all had grim expressions on their faces. There was not a hint of a smile on their faces.
The dark corridor, the eerie portraits, the dizzying twists and turns, the flickering firelight, and Allen's pounding heartbeat.
Daisy was also scared. "Oh, this place looks really scary! Luckily, Emily is asleep. "
Allen and Daisy looked at Emily at the same time.
The little girl's face was flushed red, and she had already fallen asleep in Albert's arms, snoring lightly.
"I'll send her back to her room first," Albert said softly.
Lunn nodded at the two of them and returned to her room.
"It's still early. Perhaps, you can come to my room and sit for a while," Daisy said.
Allen nodded thoughtfully. He knew in his heart that Daisy would inevitably feel uneasy in such an eerie and strange environment.
"You'll like your room. The whole house is great, really," Allen said to Daisy.
"This house is so eerie, it's hard not to be scared," Daisy mumbled softly. "Other than the large space, there's no other advantage."
"In fact, this house should be at least three hundred years old."
Moving his gaze away from the portraits, Allen looked at the pillars of the house and said thoughtfully.
The manor they were in now was a building with pillars added to the four sides of the original hall. The structure was a cross arch.
The pillars of various sizes were arranged in a picturesque disorderly manner.
"How do you know?" Daisy was a little impatient and urged Allen to leave.
"You see, these pillars strictly follow the pillar style norms. It's a typical Palladian architecture."
Allen confirmed his thoughts. This was a typical architectural style from the end of the Renaissance.
"Oh, no matter what it is, I want to leave this place." Daisy tightened her coat. She felt that the corridor was chilly.
Allen shrugged. He couldn't help but feel some respect for this manor. In his previous life, if you wanted to carefully explore a building with such a long history, you had to pay an entrance fee.
They entered Daisy's room. It was the room with the bay window next to Allen's.
The layout of the room was almost the same as Allen's room. The only difference was that there was a huge bookshelf with neatly stacked magic books.
"Ha, Daisy, your room is even better than mine! There are so many magic books. "Allen praised from the bottom of his heart.
"You can look around here." Daisy didn't care and opened the wardrobe door.
Allen walked to the front of the bookshelf. The engraved patterns on it made him confirm the history of this house. It was definitely in the seventeenth century style.
"Interesting, we are actually living in a house that is at least three hundred years old." Allen inspected the bookshelf.
"Eh?" Allen found a black leather notebook in the corner of the bookshelf. This notebook reminded him of Lord Voldemort's notebook.
He flipped open the notebook. In the dim candlelight, some familiar words twisted and jumped on the notebook.
Runic?
Alan's interest was piqued.
Could this be the study notes of a little wizard?
He sat on a wooden chair and flipped through it.
Although the book was written in the Rune language, the spells recorded in it were very common and there was nothing special about them.
Alan turned his gaze back to the Rune on the title page.
It was very simple. There were only seven letters in the translation — Tremere.
Allen was shocked. He thought of the meaning of these seven letters.
Professor Binns, who taught the history of magic, had once explained it in his calm voice.
Tremere — Clan Sinmol, one of the thirteen clans of the vampire.
The first members were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life. Through the help of alchemy, magic, and an unknown power, they were able to create a
The elder's blood gained the ability to suck blood.
What did the name on this notebook mean?
Was it a little wizard who worshipped Sinmol, or was it a vampire?
Could this house shrouded in the shadow of the mountain be a vampire's manor?
What about Aunt Josephine?
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