"Ms. Delia, you're-"

"Barl Albert has passed away, and my contract relationship with him naturally ended. Edmund has his own lawyer, so I can only change jobs and sit here?"

"Of course." Sean said hurriedly.

Both of them sat opposite each other, a little embarrassed.

After a moment of silence, Sean broke the peace, "Are you planning to go to the Sword Castle?"

"First go to the Sword Castle to see, there is a contract dispute that needs to be handled, and then I plan to go to Bran."

Bran is the capital of the Kingdom of Brighton. If Sword Castle is an academic center, then Bran is the political center.

"I heard that Bran has many dignitaries."

"Haha, I don't care about this... Is Professor Sean leaving so anxiously because of work?"

Sean nodded, "Yes, the students in the school cannot do without my teaching."

The two chatted for a while and gradually became a little speculative. Sean traveled through this world for ten years and saw many housewives or frivolous socialites. However, this was the first time that an intellectual beauties like Delia had seen them.

Although the female students at Jianbao University are cute, Sean is quite concerned about being a teacher and it is difficult to communicate in depth. After all, the ideas of this world are conservative.

It is also a very rare thing to be able to chat with a beautiful woman who can chat with.

However, he always had a little curiosity and doubt about the beauty in front of him. Delia was too calm when facing the strange "devil" last night, which was unusual, and she seemed to know something that she didn't know.

"What was that monster last night?"

"That's the devil the villagers are talking about."

Sean naturally remembered the legend of the devil that the old coachman told him, "Is that thing real? Could it be that grandfather--"

The next half of the sentence was not said, but the meaning was self-evident - my cheap grandfather wouldn't be really possessed by the devil, right?

Delia smiled and shook her head, "Of course not, Mr. Albert has nothing to do with the devil."

"Then how do you explain that devil?"

"Don't you know? In remote mountain villages with ignorant and superstitious folk customs, there are often many strange rumors and superstitious stories. No matter how strange the rumors are, as long as there are enough people who believe them, these rumors will gradually become reality. I guess this is how the devil comes from."

What the hell was Sean's heart, how could such a thing be possible? He looked at Delia, who was pursing her lips and holding back her smile in surprise. After a few seconds, he realized that the other party was teasing him.

He deliberately said indifferently: "If you don't want to say it, I guess you don't know at all, right?"

Delia was not fooled by such an obvious provocation, "Of course you can think so."

The two were chatting, and before they knew it, the train arrived at the sword castle. Although it was the same distance, it felt much faster than when they came.

Sean said goodbye to Delia reluctantly, and wanted a phone number. When he spoke, he remembered that the phone had not been invented yet. He regretted his identity as a liberal arts student even more and more. In the end, he had to exchange a business card and left.

It was already evening when I got home. Sean sat on the sofa in his living room, brewed a pot of black tea for himself, cut some cheese, a few slices of ham, cooked a few white eggs, and enjoyed a simple and full dinner.

After dinner, he went to bed early, probably because he had been running around for several days, and Sean slept very sweetly that night and didn't even have a dream.

The misfortune of the Ancient Castle of the Ancient Fortress, the mysterious "devil", and the strange ancient book that he threw down the river, the mysterious past of these families seemed to have become a past tense overnight.

In the morning, he was awakened by a fierce knock on the door. Sean wanted to get up and get out of bed, but suddenly felt dizzy in his mind. It took him a while to stabilize.

Sean touched his forehead and thought to himself, could it be that he had caught a cold when he ran around for several days yesterday?

He didn't take it seriously either. He walked to the door and pushed it open. Outside the door was a freight carriage. A young man wearing a felt hat was holding a waybill in his hand and was confirming the address based on the door number.

"Is it Mr. Forrest?"

"That's right, it's me."

“There is your consignment.”

Sean was a little surprised. He didn't expect that logistics and transportation could be so fast these days. Thinking about it, it's probably the power of those five gold pounds.

He nodded quickly and asked several porters to move a truck of books in, piled up into hills in the hall.

After seeing off the porter, he couldn't wait to check it out.

He did not have much hope for the integrity of the Justice Officer and Uncle Edmund. For so many books, even a few or even some of them were difficult to verify clearly. When he left, he did not even make a formal list of those books.

However, after a little check, I found that there seemed to be no less.

He had noticed a lot of precious ancient books before, and even the 1653 illustrated version of "Biographies of the Knights" was found by him, and he thoughtfully packed it in a wooden box. This book alone is worth at least hundreds of gold pounds.

He looked through the books with some surprise, wondering whether to change the vice-bedroom to a study room to place these precious ancient books.

However, suddenly, the expression of surprise frozen on his face. Among the pile of books, a book with a strange cover caught his attention.

The book is randomly bundled with several miscellaneous books about gardens, rare plants and how to grill cherry pies, as if trying to disguise your existence in this way.

However, the dark relief on the thick cover and the purple eyeball in the center of the cover all betrayed it.

Sean was stunned. He had already lost the book, why...

He carefully picked up the ancient book, wondering if it was because it was during the day or at his own home. This time he didn't hear the whisper. Apart from the strange shape, it seemed to be just an ordinary book.

Seeing this thing really entangled me, Sean thought strangely as he looked at the dark ancient book in his hand.

He was so frightened that he just saw this book last night, but now he is in a safe environment, he is not so nervous, and the curiosity in his heart gradually gains the upper hand.

Sean thought it was a blessing, not a disaster, but a disaster, but a disaster, and since you were so begging for nothing, then I'll see what I can do.

Even if there is really something wrong with this book, at least you have to figure out the content first and then throw it away.

He carefully opened the cover, then turned over a few pages, but then he was embarrassed to find that he could not understand the words inside.

This book is not written in one kind of text. The first part is written in a very strange text. The weird arcs and twisted structures are not like for humans. There are no basic rules of rank and row, and there is no pattern between points and lines, but it seems to be drawn randomly.

Sean stared at it for a while and felt dizzy. He quickly turned his head and tried not to pay attention to the specific content.

Continue to turn back, and the content of the book in the middle becomes a hieroglyph. Each character is composed of geometric patterns and strange symbols. It looks familiar and seems to have been seen on the remains of some ancient civilization.

When I arrived at the back of the book, I finally found the Brighton letter that made him familiar, but after careful observation, it seemed a little different. I had never seen some symbols in the words before, and I couldn't read them in any sentences.

The more Sean read it, the stranger it became. This book was obviously not written by one person. It had experienced at least three masters and completely different eras.

However, without exception, they were all weird words that he couldn't understand. Sean couldn't help but feel speechless. This broken book kept appearing in front of him, but he couldn't understand it at all. What is this?

He was a little gloating, and I couldn't even understand it. I saw how you would mess with me.

Then I became a little curious, what would this book be written?
Chapter completed!