In the next two hours, Angor saw more than ten rooms with one bedroom and one living room, all of which had one bedroom and one living room.
It was just like the difference between the lower workers' room and the middle talent's room back on The Redbud.
"So, the rooms here are arranged like this too?" Angor guessed that there might be rooms bigger than this, which corresponded to the apprentices' rooms on The Redbud.
Angor looted a lot of things from these rooms, including weapons, glass bottles with unknown contents, and several alchemy items … However, these things, including the parchment scroll, all disappeared soon after he left the room.
Angor did not know what happened, but it was a fact. In the end, he could only dejectedly attribute this phenomenon to the Nightmare Realm.
Another hour later, Angor's guess was confirmed. The room beside the stairs was bigger now. It had two bedrooms and one living room. There was an extra "room".
He didn't find anything useful in the new room. The extra room seemed to have been used as a storage room by the previous owner. When he opened the door, he saw a pile of dust and rotten clothes on the floor. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
Angor had no choice but to continue his journey again.
In the next few hours, he found many rooms with new patterns. Occasionally, he would find some items with unknown purposes. Even if he took them away, they would disappear after a while.
Books were the most useful things for Angor. He could take away the contents of books with the recording function of the tablet, but not the other items. He even checked the books he recorded in the tablet and found that the content was still there, which meant he could take them away with him.
With this conclusion, Angor had a better idea of what to do next. He did not take anything strange. He only recorded items with recording functions, such as the runes drawn on vases, the words in unknown parchments, murals, books, and so on.
In this way, his progress was greatly improved.
Two hours later, Angor came to the end of the stairs.
There were two light holes at the end of the stairs. One was the exit of the stairs, and the other was a wooden door near the exit.
Angor did not plan to leave. He only glanced at the exit and focused on the wooden door on the other side. Looking at the wooden door, Angor knew that this was the last room he could loot.
For some reason, Angor had a strong feeling that the special channeling method book his teacher mentioned should be in this room.
This room was obviously different from the other rooms Angor visited. The door was twice as high as the others, about three meters high. Angor did not need to bend down to get in.
With an uneasy feeling, he stepped into the last room at the end of the stairs.
As soon as he entered the room, he was dazzled by a golden light. He took a closer look and realized he was standing in a long corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see. The golden light was because the floor was paved with gold bricks, which formed a nice reflection of the candlelight.
Before Angor could react, he saw the candlesticks on the wall. They were also made of gold and embedded with precious gems. The large luminous pearl in the candlesticks blinded his eyes.
Angor walked along the corridor. Apart from the luxurious candlesticks, he also saw precious oil paintings on the walls. The paintings had different styles. There were beauties, birds and beasts, idyllic scenes in the countryside, and stormy seas. The contents of the paintings were different, but Angor could not help but admire the quality of the paintings.
They were definitely the works of top-notch masters. Even an ordinary person would be able to feel the rich emotions gushing out from the paintings.
Each oil painting was a priceless treasure. But in this corridor, the paintings were displayed so openly without being categorized by style. They were placed randomly. The painting on the left was meant to express gloomy emotions in the wind and rain, while the painting on the right was meant to express a positive attitude towards life. They were completely different styles, but they were placed in the same place. Obviously, the owner of this place did not understand the emotions in the paintings.
Angor guessed that the original owner of this place wanted to go for a luxurious style. That was why the floor was paved with gold bricks, molded with gold, embellished with gems, and even used famous paintings to decorate the place. However, he did not know that such a forced mixture of styles was a waste of time.
Angor kept shaking his head. He could not agree with the taste of the original owner of this place.
After passing through the dull corridor, Angor arrived at a spacious main hall. There was a long table and chairs in the center, with corridors on both sides. Behind the main seat were stairs that led to the second floor.
The hall was still decorated in a luxurious style. There were many rooms and exits in different directions. Angor took a quick look around the hall and did not find anything useful. He then went to the second floor.
There were corridors on both sides of the first floor, but Angor did not put them as his first choice. From his experience, the corridors on the left and right were usually servants' rooms, kitchens, and bathrooms. The real master's room was usually in the higher floors. Of course, Angor was not sure. The original owner of this place was too eccentric. Who knew if there would be any anti-traditional decorations.
There were three rooms on the second floor. The first two were bedrooms. Judging from the style of the bedrooms, one was the master's room, and the other was probably the room of the original owner's daughter. Angor found some notes in a small drawer in the girl's room. What surprised him was that the notes were written in the universal language.
"My dear Margaret, I miss you so much. Even if the forest is full of miasma, even if the city is full of guards, even if the Stairs of Hanging Prison is full of evil, nothing can stop me from thinking about you. When I miss you, the flowers are swaying, the birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and my heart is throbbing. Oh, Marguerite, you are so beautiful, as beautiful as the moon in late September, shining on my humble heart, as beautiful as... "
Angor only read a small part of the note, and he already felt goosebumps all over his body.
This was a completely mushy love poem!
Angor guessed that the owner of the room was Margret, and the note was a love poem written by one of her admirers.
Angor took out several more notes. They all seemed to be written by the same person. The handwriting was exactly the same. Apart from the same mushy feeling, Angor did not find anything useful. To sum up these notes, it was probably: "I know you don't love me, but it's enough as long as you know that I love you."
Basically, it was a love poem written by a one-sided lover.
Soon, he reached the last note, which contained only a few words: "Oh, Margret! The great change has happened. We must leave immediately. I love you, my dear! "
"Great change?" Angor looked at the word and recalled the ruined garden maze shown by Sunders in the crystal ball before entering the Nightmare Realm. Was it because of some great change that the Garden of Labyrinth was abandoned?
There was another line of words below the note. However, the handwriting was written by someone else. It was even more delicate and beautiful, with beautiful cursive writing: "I love you too, Augustine Noah."
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