Throne of Magical Arcana

Even if this kind of thing has happened, there is no more library in my mind that is too weird to accept, but a large part of the books in my mind ca n’t be opened and the content cannot be seen. , Lucien was very puzzled.

Trying to keep calm, so that the library in my mind will not be difficult to "touch" because of the emotional ups and downs, Lucien reads the book locally and records what books can be opened and what books cannot be opened.

"Historical books can be opened."

"Economics books, no problem."

"Art books can also be opened."

"Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and other books, some can, some can't."

"Is it because the rules of the world are different, so I can't open it, but when I recalled the similar knowledge I learned, at least college level, I can still remember it without being blocked."

The books that can be opened are mainly junior high school level, but the university comprehensive library will definitely not collect junior high school textbooks, just some scattered teaching research and corresponding medieval thesis materials for students' reference.

There are a lot of books in the library, and Lucien discovered these problems after only reading a small part, but I am not sure, nor can I understand the reason.

Just after a serious illness, Lucien's body is very weak, and her mental state is not good. After reading a lot of books in a row, her mind has been confused and she can no longer feel the library.

Back to bed with strong support, Lucien went to sleep, nourished her spirit, and recovered her health, so she could face a better tomorrow. Lucien would never forget that she only had a piece of black bread left, and survival was always ranked first. Bit.

Sleeping confusedly, a series of squeaking sounds and sharp bites of wood biting passed into Lucian's ears, waking him who had just dreamed of many foods and a warm and soft bed.

"mouse?"

Lucien turned over in a deep sleep, ready to continue to sleep soundly, but the sound of mice grinding on the wood and the stone was getting louder and louder, which made the night deeper. Sean tossed back and forth and could no longer fall asleep.

After waiting for a long time, the bite still didn't stop. Lucian had to tear up the blanket to cover her ears, but the sound seemed to be penetrating, coming from all directions and unable to keep a quiet environment to fall asleep.

"What kind of life is this Nima living!" Lucian, who became irritated, could not help but burst out a swearing, feeling that she was a little mentally debilitated, eating the most unpalatable, like black fermented with wood chips Bread, the worst-wearing, skin-lined linen clothes, covered with a blanket that is not very warm and does not reveal the original material. As a result, you can temporarily forget all the troublesome sleep and you can not get peace and creak. , Squeaky, like there are thousands of mice.

Lucian gritted her teeth bitterly and listened carefully to the direction of the rat's voice. Since she couldn't fall asleep, it was better to find these mice, kill one or two, scare away the others, and secretly curse and swear:

"Must get rid of this life as soon as possible!"

Listening to each other, Lucian tried to distinguish the direction from the bite.

Squeak, squeak ... woo woo, woo woo ...

Lucien concentrated, and realized that what he heard was the sound of the mouse, and it was a burst of somber crying.

Ohh Ohh ohh……

In the quiet late night, there were no more rattles and bites, only sad, weeping crying.

Lucien's heart jumped violently, his brain was congested, and his senses became extraordinarily sharp. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the door slit, and the crying sound was like singing a misty song. true.

One turned over and got up from the bed, Lucien unconsciously opened the crate, took the remaining brown bread in his hand, and used it as a weapon of self-defense. In any case, it was enough to stun the thief in terms of hardness.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ... Boom Boom Boom Boom ...

Lucien wondered what the sound was, but immediately noticed that it was his own heartbeat, which was so intense in his ears.

With the eerie wind blowing, Lucian grasped the black bread tightly, and could not bear the fear in his heart: "This is a world with magic and magic, is it really a ghost of ghosts?"

Fortunately, I experienced the crossing, and during the day, I saw the magic and the living person was burnt to death, but I was shocked and afraid of the experience. Lucian did not soften his hands and feet, blank mind, and tense spirit in this horrible atmosphere. Slowing down your breath and forcibly calming down.

Moving towards the door step by step, Lucien distinguished the direction of the crying voice.

The crying was full of desolation. It was so obvious in the middle of the night when it became very quiet, but all the neighbors around seemed to be lost in their dreams, and no one gave any slight movement.

"This cry seems to be coming from under the wall on the right." The closer Lucian approached the door, the clearer the cry was, "Wait, isn't the right side of my house the residence of the burnt witch?"

Lucien was shocked: "Isn't her residence burnt by the church? Is there a hidden cellar or secret room hiding her wraiths and other things."

Thinking of the hidden secret room, Lucien, who had read many novels, suddenly flashed words such as "expedition", "treasure", and "magic note", and a little greed appeared in his heart.

Ohh Ohh ohh……

The crying seemed to be a little bit sad, and Lucien shuddered involuntarily, waking her head awake, "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, it is still under the guard of this weeping wraith."

"I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and I don't know how powerful the wraiths in this world are, what are the shortcomings, what do I do to deal with wraiths?"

"Maybe you will be confused, killed, or possessed by wraiths!"

After sobering, Lucian analyzed her situation and became more and more frightened. If she was blinded by greed and stunned by adventure, she would be buried underneath.

"But you can't wait like this, who knows if the Wraith will run up." Lucien's head turned quickly, thinking about the countermeasures.

Huo Ran, Lucien's aura flashed, thinking of the power he could use, so he leaned carefully towards the door, fearing that a wraith would pop out behind or in front of him, and the black bread was soaked by the sweat of Lucien's palm .

Opening the wooden door a little bit, Lucian's forehead was all cold sweat.

The wooden door was half open, and the night was deep outside, and the cold wind was rolling.

Lucian stepped out the door step by step and saw a little light in the distance.

No wraiths appeared before, after, or up and down, and after coming out of the room, the ghost crying had become very small and blurred. Lucian relaxed a little, took a deep breath, took another breath, and then shouted loudly stand up:

"There are ghosts! Some ghosts harm people!"

The voice was so loud that even Lucien was startled. She didn't expect that she was shouting it out for this effect.

"Wang Wang Wang", the wild dogs were screamed in fright.

While listening to this, Lucian hurriedly ran to Adrian to the church. Of course, the matter of purifying the wraiths must be professional!

Moreover, as a neighbor of the witch, you may be stared by the church. If it is Lucien, it certainly does not matter, but you hide the secret of crossing, and if you relax a little, you will be exposed. Going to the church for help is also about the witch, which just scoured the suspicion and won the trust from the church without worrying about being paid attention by the church.

The church members were greedy for the possibility of the witch treasure killing themselves and killing them, and Lucien thought about it, so he shouted that there were ghosts to wake everyone up.

In a hurry, Lucien only thought of these aspects, and there was no way to leave everything behind.

Adjean Church is not far away, and Lucien soon saw the building shining with a yellowish candlelight.

There were two guards wearing silver chain mails standing at the door of the church. When Lucien ran over, one reached out and asked him to stop, and the other pulled his sword halfway, ready to go. Feel dangerous.

"What are you doing in the church?" The guard who reached out asked.

Lucien didn't pretend to have a nervous voice: "There are ghosts. I heard the ghosts cry, which came from the house where the burnt witch lived today!"

When the guard heard this, he also seemed a little panicked. He did n’t doubt Lucien ’s words. This kind of thing could not be judged by his apprentice knight servant. Then he turned and walked into the church, notifying the vigil tonight, that the sound of the armor collided from near to far, and gradually became smaller.

A few minutes later, the young priest in a white robe walked out of the church with the guard.

He has blonde hair, a thin face, and maintains a unique rhythm between walking, which looks very elegant: "I am Pastor Benjamin, you repeat the ghost thing again."

In front of Pastor Benjamin.The two guards stood quietly, daring not to make any movements, fearing that the sound of the armor would interfere with Master Benjamin's questioning.

Lucien talked about how she found the ghost to cry, how to think of the church, how to deal with it, and she was sincere and respectful.

Benjamin listened well, and a soft smile appeared on his face: "Very well, you did a good job, and you can overcome the fear and report to the church. It just shows your devotion to the Lord."

He applauded Lucien and turned to the guard: "Thomson, call the four of Gary and Paul. The witch is just a magic apprentice, and there is no need to alarm the bishop."

"Yes, Master Benjamin." Thomson didn't say much. Lord Benjamin was a formal priest. Although he had only one order, there was no problem dealing with the magic traps and informal magic left by magic apprentices. The gap between the two was better than that of a knight. It is still bigger than the high-level knight servant, just like the gap between the formal priest and the high-level priest, regardless of status or strength.

Benjamin asked Lucien a few more times, knowing his name, until four of them also wore silver chain mail, but the sense of power and pressure was far greater than that of Thomson's guard.

Outside the burnt hut, the witch was full of people, the candlelight was like a starlight, and every bit of it accompanied the silver moon in the sky.

At this time, Lucien discovered that the moon in this world was silver.

The noisy, whispering, uneasy noises disappeared after seeing Benjamin coming, revealing a sense of relief, and gradually came around and quietly talked.

"I didn't hear any ghosts."

"Regardless of whether or not, Master Pastor came to do a purification."

Lucien listened carefully, and found that she could still hear the faint crying, but why can't anyone else hear it?

Benjamin said nothing wrong, and said to Lucien: "There are indeed grudges."

Apparently he heard crying.

The four guards nodded, saying they heard the same.