Since he had already transmigrated, having a library in his mind wasn't too strange or unacceptable. However, most of the books in his mind couldn't be opened, and he couldn't see the contents. This made Lucien very confused.
Trying to stay calm, Lucien didn't want the library in his mind to be difficult to "touch" because of his emotional fluctuations. He flipped through the books one by one and recorded which books could be opened and which books couldn't be opened.
"History books, I can open them."
"Economics books, no problem."
"Art books, I can also open them."
"Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and other books, some of them can be opened, and some of them can't."
"Could it be that the rules of the world are different, so they can't be opened? But when I tried to recall the similar knowledge that I have learned, at least the university level, I can still remember them without being blocked."
The books that could be opened were mainly junior high and senior high school level books. However, the university comprehensive library definitely wouldn't collect junior high and senior high school textbooks. It would only collect some scattered teaching research and relevant medieval theses for students to refer to.
There were a lot of books in the library. Lucien only flipped through a small part of the books and discovered these problems. However, he couldn't be sure and couldn't figure out the reason.
After recovering from a serious illness, Lucien's body was now very weak. Even his mental state was not good. After continuously flipping through a lot of books, his mind was in a daze and he couldn't feel the library anymore.
Forcing himself to return to his bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep. Only when he recovered his spirit and recovered his health could he face tomorrow. Lucien didn't forget that he only had a loaf of black bread left. Survival was always the most important thing.
In a daze, a burst of squeaking and the sharp sound of biting wood entered Lucien's ears, waking him up from his dream of delicious food and a big warm and soft bed.
"Rats?"
The sleepy Lucien turned over in a daze and prepared to continue sleeping. However, the sound of rats grinding their teeth on wood and stones became louder and louder and more and more ear-piercing. This made Lucien, who was sensitive in the dead of night, toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.
After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound still didn't stop. Lucien had to pull up the blanket to cover his ears. However, the sound seemed to have a penetrating force, coming from all directions. It was impossible to maintain a quiet environment to fall asleep.
"What kind of life is this!" The irritated Lucien couldn't help but curse. He felt that he was already a little mentally weak. He ate the most disgusting black bread that looked like it was fermented with wood shavings, wore the worst linen clothes that polished his skin, and covered himself with a blanket that wasn't very warm and was made of an unknown material. As a result, he couldn't even sleep peacefully when he could temporarily forget all his troubles. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. It sounded like there were thousands of rats.
Clenching his teeth, Lucien listened carefully to the direction where the sound came from. Since he could not fall asleep, he decided to find the rats and kill one or two to scare the rest away. Then he swore to himself, "Damn!
I have to get rid of this life as soon as possible!
Listening attentively, Lucien tried his best to distinguish the direction of the gnawing sounds.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak … Sob, sob, sob …
Lucien focused and realized that what he heard wasn't the sound of rats. It was clearly a series of eerie and empty cries.
Sob, sob, sob, sob …
In the quiet night, there were no more rat noises or gnawing sounds, only sorrowful and resentful cries.
Lucien's heart suddenly beat violently. His brain was flooded with blood, and his senses became exceptionally sharp. He seemed to be able to hear the cold night wind blowing through the crack of the door, and the crying sounds were like an ethereal song, both illusory and real.
Lucien turned over and stood up from the bed. He subconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining black bread in his hand as a weapon for self-defense. In any case, in terms of hardness, it was enough to knock out a thief.
Thump, thump, sob, sob, sob … Thump, thump, sob, sob …
Lucien was very curious about what the thumping sound was, but immediately realized that it was his own heartbeat. It was so violent in his ears.
As the eerie wind blew, Lucien's hand tightly grasped the black bread. He could not help but feel fear in his heart. "This is a world with magic and divine spells. Could it really be a vengeful spirit or a ghost?"
Fortunately, Lucien had experienced time travel before. Plus, he had witnessed divine spells and the frightening experience of living people being burned to death during the day. In this terrifying atmosphere, he did not feel weak in his limbs. His mind was blank, and his spirit was tense. He slowed down his breathing and forced himself to calm down.
Step by step, he moved towards the door. Lucien distinguished the direction of the crying sounds.
The crying sounds were full of desolation. In the quiet night, it was so obvious, but the surrounding neighbors all seemed to be lost in a dream. No one made the slightest sound.
"This crying sound seems to be coming from under the wall on the right." The closer Lucien got to the door, the clearer the crying sounds became. "Wait, to the right of my house, isn't that the residence of the witch who was burned to death?"
Lucien was shocked. "Wasn't her residence burned down by the church? Could there be a hidden cellar or secret room where her vengeful spirit and other things are hidden? "
Thinking of the secret chamber, Lucien, who had read a lot of novels, immediately thought of the words such as "adventure", "treasure", "magic notes", and so on. A little bit of greed appeared in his heart.
Sob, sob, sob, sob …
The crying sounds seemed to have become a little shrill. Lucien could not help but shiver. His mind suddenly became clear. "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, they are still under the protection of the weeping vengeful spirit."
"I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness. Also, I don't know how powerful the vengeful spirits in this world are. What can I do to deal with them?"
"Maybe I'll be confused, killed, or possessed by the vengeful spirit!"
After waking up, Lucien analyzed his current situation. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. If he had been blinded by greed and lost his mind because of the fortuitous encounter, he would most likely be buried down there.
"But I can't just wait like this. Who knows if the vengeful spirit will come up." Lucien's mind spun quickly, thinking of a solution.
Suddenly, Lucien had a flash of inspiration. He thought of the power he could borrow, and so he carefully moved closer to the door, afraid that a vengeful spirit would suddenly appear behind or in front of him. The black bread was soaked in the sweat of Lucien's palms.
Opening the wooden door bit by bit, Lucien's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The wooden door was half open. The night outside was dark, and the cold wind was blowing.
Lucien stepped out of the door and saw a light in the distance.
There were no vengeful spirits around. After coming out of the house, the cries of the ghosts had become very soft and indistinct. Lucien relaxed a little. He took a deep breath, and then another, and then shouted:
"There are ghosts! There are ghosts harming people! "
His voice was so loud that even Lucien himself was shocked. He did not expect that shouting at the top of his lungs would have such an effect.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" The wild dogs were so scared that they started barking.
While listening to this, Lucien hurried to the Aderon Church. The purification of vengeful spirits had to be done professionally!
And as a neighbor of the witch, he was likely to be watched by the Church. If it was the original Lucien, of course, it would not matter, but he had the secret of his transmigration. If he relaxed a little, he would be exposed. This time, he took the initiative to ask for help from the Church, and it was about the witch. He could wash away the suspicion and win the trust of the Church. He did not have to worry about the Church's attention anymore.
Lucien also thought of the possibility that the Church's people were greedy for the witch's treasure and killed him to silence him. That was why he shouted that there were ghosts coming to wake everyone up.
In a hurry, Lucien only thought of a few things, but there was no way he could think of everything.
The Aderon Church was not far away. Soon, Lucien saw the building shining with faint yellow candlelight.
At the entrance of the church stood two guards in silver mail. When they saw Lucien running over, one of them reached out his hand and stopped him, while the other drew his long sword, ready to attack. The night always felt dangerous.
"What are you doing in the church?" The guard who reached out his hand asked.
Lucien did not need to pretend to be nervous. He said in a nervous voice, "There are ghosts. I heard ghosts crying. It came from the house where the witch who was burned to death lived!"
After the guard heard this, he also seemed to be a little panicked. He did not doubt Lucien's words. This kind of thing was not something a trainee Knight like him could judge. So he let Desien stay where he was and let the other guard watch over him. He turned and walked into the church to report to the priest who was on duty tonight. The sound of armor clashing became fainter and fainter.
A few minutes later, a young priest in a white robe walked out of the church together with the guard.
He had a head full of blond hair and a very thin face. When he walked, he maintained a unique rhythm and looked very elegant. "I'm Benjamin. Tell me about the ghost again."
In front of Benjamin. The two guards stood quietly and did not dare to move. They were afraid that the sound of their armor would disturb Benjamin's questioning.
Lucien patiently explained how he found the ghost crying, how he came to the church, and how he dealt with it. His attitude was sincere and respectful.
After listening to the whole story, a gentle smile appeared on Benjamin's face. "Very good, you did well. You were able to overcome your fear and report to the church. This shows your devotion to the Lord."
He praised Lucien and turned to the guard. "Thomson, call Gary, Paul, and the other three out. That witch is just an apprentice. There's no need to alarm the bishop."
"Yes, Mr. Benjamin." Thomson did not say much. Mr. Benjamin was an official priest. Although he was only grade one, he had no problem dealing with the magic traps left by apprentices. The gap between them was even bigger than the gap between a Knight and a senior Knight's squire. It was like the gap between an official priest and a senior apprentice priest, whether in status or strength.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio After asking a few more questions, Benjamin learned Lucien's name. Soon, four guards arrived. They were also wearing silver chain mail, but they were much stronger than Thomson.
Outside the witch's burnt hut, there were many people gathered. The candlelight was like starlight, bit by bit, accompanied by the silver moon in the sky.
At this time, Lucien realized that the moon in this world was silver.
After seeing Bnehamin's arrival, the whispering and anxious noises immediately disappeared. Instead, they felt at ease and gradually gathered around him, whispering to each other in hushed whispers.
"I didn't hear the ghost's voice."
"Whether or not there is, it's good that Mr. Benjamin is here to purify it."
Lucien listened carefully and found that he could still hear the faint crying. But why couldn't the others hear it?
Benjamin was not surprised at all. He said to Lucien calmly, "There is indeed a ghost."
Obviously, he had heard the crying.
The four guards nodded, indicating that they had heard it too.
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