Hao Ren was stunned when he heard about the Golden Manor. Pierre was even more surprised when he saw Hao Ren's reaction. He did not expect that the vampire in front of him (he subconsciously thought of Hao Ren as a vampire) did not know about the Golden Manor. So what were these two people doing here?
"What's the Golden Manor?" Vivian frowned and looked at the freelance detective. "Listen, we don't want to hurt you, but you'd better tell us the truth. This place is now being targeted by a lot of people, and they may not be as nice as us. If you tell us the truth now, we may be able to protect you."
The cold air around Vivian made Pierre's teeth chatter. Hao Ren saw that Pierre was about to faint again, so he patted Vivian on the shoulder. "Stop using your magic power first. I don't think I'll be able to make it in two more attempts."
It was not a good place to talk, so Hao Ren took Pierre to a bedroom next door. There was only a rickety old wooden table and a few dusty chairs in the room. Vivian quickly cleaned up the place before it was barely habitable. Pierre's face was pale as Hao Ren helped him to sit at the table. He took out a cleverly designed hanging lamp from his bag and fixed it on the wall next to him. When the bag was opened, Hao Ren saw many strange things in it. There were strangely shaped iron rods, telescope-like lenses, and strange equipment that squeaked. These things were dazzling. Hao Ren could not help but sigh. "You have a complete set of tools. What are they for?"
Pierre sighed. "There's one thing I'm not lying to you: I'm really a detective, but the things I investigate are not the same as ordinary detectives. I investigate those things that people regard as street stories and myths … that is, your world."
Hao Ren was suddenly interested. "Ghost hunter? Paranormal detective? A vampire lover or something? "
He could roughly guess what kind of profession Pierre was: an ordinary human being without any special power, but with the help of some technological gadgets, he set foot in the supernatural realm. He could be said to be a special element wandering on the edge of the otherworldling society, just like a scavenger in the field of magic. In the Mythological Era, there was no place for such people to live. But as the Mythological Era came to an end, the forces of the otherworldlings shrank, and many gray areas were left unguarded. This low-risk "heritage territory" gave birth to people like Pierre. Hao Ren had known a long time ago that there must be people who made a living in this world, but he had never seen them before.
Pierre nodded awkwardly after hearing Hao Ren's words. "More or less … I thought you would know more about our business. After all, you really live in 'that world'. "
"Have you ever come into contact with other 'otherworldlings'?" Vivian asked curiously.
"Very little, but I have come into contact with you occasionally," said Pierre, nodding his head. "It was a narrow escape from death, but thanks to those experiences, I was able to cool down after seeing you."
Hao Ren waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this. What is the Golden Manor you mentioned just now?"
A light flashed in Pierre's eyes, and then he carefully took out a crumpled notebook from his bag. "The Golden Manor is a lost ancient ruin. There are very, very few spirit detectives who know the existence of this manor, and even fewer who believe in its existence and can find this place. It was said that thousands to ten thousand years ago, there was a group of Tara people from the deep space of the dark universe who were exiled from their homeworld. They wandered in the cold starry sky and landed on this land on a windy night. Although they came from the cold and dark space, these Tara people were originally a civilization surrounded by light and wealth. So when they landed on Earth, they built an incredibly powerful fortress, which is the Golden Manor. "
When talking about the Golden Manor, Pierre's spirit was obviously lifted. His previous timid and flustered look had completely disappeared. He pointed out the messy illustrations and notes in his notebook to Hao Ren and Vivian. "According to the legend, the ancient gods on Earth fought with Tara, but after the battle, the two sides reached an agreement that Tara could build their own camp around a hill in South America. The hill was made of black stones and dark brown soil, and there was a river flowing parallel on both sides. At a certain time during the summer solstice every year, the sun would shine from the top of the hill and evenly cover the entire plain in front of the hill. The location of the Golden Manor is on the hillside where the sun shines down. I have searched for many years and finally confirmed that this place is the location of the legendary Black Mountain. "
Pierre's note-books were full of crude hand-drawn illustrations, and beside them were many notes written in strange shorthand, which must have been the code words used by the so-called "spiritual detectives." Hao Ren could not understand these notes, and he was not interested in these maps. What he was interested in was the Golden Manor itself. "Is this manor really built of gold?"
"This is the most important part of the story!" Pierre's face was flushed with excitement. "The Tara people have mastered magic. They can turn sunlight into gold! And gold is the most worthless thing in their society. They put gold plates made of extremely purified gold on every wall of the Golden Manor, as well as the railings and benches in the manor, all of which are pure gold. The purity of this gold is purer than the best gold ever purified in human history, and it has the power of the sun. Anyone who touches this gold can master magic and read the mysterious Letta language! "
Since Pierre even knew about the Letta Runes, the legend of the Golden Manor was probably not just a rumor of the spirit detectives, but a distorted version of the legend of the Ancattero family in human society. Hao Ren turned his head and looked out of the window. There was only darkness in the night. "Where is the Golden Manor you mentioned now?"
"It was exiled by the Tara people," Pierre said with a serious face. "Because the major planets of the solar system disturbed each other, the magic power on this planet declined day by day. Slowly, even the Tara people could not maintain their power, so they decided to leave this planet. In order to collect the necessary energy, they closed the Golden Manor and sealed it in the shadow formed by the intersection of sunlight and darkness. Because the Golden Manor itself is built of sunlight, it is as untouchable as the light after it was exiled. To find a way to enter the Golden Manor, you must change your vision and be able to see the path in the light. "
Hao Ren quietly poked Vivian's arm. "I didn't expect the folk version of the end of the Mythological Era to be like this."
Vivian looked at the strange lenses in Pierre's bag. "So you plan to use this thing to change your 'vision' so that you can find the entrance to the Golden Manor in the sunlight?"
"It's very effective. I have used this thing to find the entrance to many secret realms," Pierre said confidently. But soon he thought of the identity of the two people in front of him, and he showed an embarrassed expression. "Of course, this is just something that we people with shallow knowledge of magic have to use. You will certainly not be able to use it."
Vivian picked up the lenses. She saw that the lenses emitted a faint blue light in the dark, and some of the lenses overlapped with each other, showing a strange pattern. She was a little surprised. "You have used magic potions? You really have some real stuff. "
"I inherited these lenses and the knowledge of making magic potions from my grandfather. My grandfather was …"
"Most likely a servant of a vampire or a werewolf," Vivian said. "He learned it from his master. The descendants of the servants of the gods relied on this incomplete inheritance to become spirit detectives, and these spirit detectives went back to the broken bricks and tiles left behind in the Mythological Era to dig up the secrets of the gods … Really, who would have thought that there would be such a day. "
Vivian said and put the lenses back. "I suggest you stop now. The magic potion is harmful to the human body, and this lens will make your eyes see things that you shouldn't see. Those things will invade your mind. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a lunatic asylum, you'd better stay away from this field while you are still sane. Of course, it's up to you whether you want to listen to me or not. I'm just being a busybody. "
Pierre responded vaguely. Hao Ren saw that the atmosphere was getting awkward, so he brought up the Golden Manor again. "So you are going for the gold?"
Pierre's expression changed slightly, but his answer was beyond Hao Ren and Vivian's expectation. "Gold … is indeed one of the reasons, but I hope to see the legendary Solar Roulette that seals the Shadow of God's wrath. My desire for wealth is far less than my yearning for knowledge. If I can see the Solar Roulette, I can even abandon the entire manor's gold. "
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