In order to prevent all seasonal flowers from being eaten by planting, Dinah decided to strengthen the management of the stables. Simply put, it is to drive the goats that were originally walking around the manor into the stables they should have stayed at until afternoon tea time to release them, and plant Rose plants next to the seasonal flowers to avoid goats that want to chew on anything to taste the flavor of the flowers.

At the same time, Salomon also strengthened his education for Melia.

Unsurprisingly, the party between the witch and Wanda had begun, and he was walking around the manor with Milia in his arms. This was just a female party, and it didn't matter whether he had him or not. He only needed to catch up with Wanda's sleep time - Salomon knew that Milia's behavior came from the rigorous education of the initial sorority monastery style of memory. In the sorority monastery in the Immortal City, in order to quickly get rid of bad habits and devote herself to combat training and cultural learning, Tita's methods can even be described as rough. As an abnormal person in the monastery, Milia suffered a lot because of her excessively rapid growth.

He told Melia not to feed goats something weird, and if she couldn't eat that much breakfast, she could honestly tell him and the witch. No one would blame her for this. The manor was different from the monastery, and no one would force her to eat all the food. He also promised that her aunt would come to visit her in the manor, even if Melia had no idea who her aunt was, and even less of Anna's relationship with her blood. "Where are you going to take the girl?" Joan of Arc opened the window and shouted at the figure walking in the garden covered with thin snow. She twisted a bottle of agave, and the thin snow under the moonlight was almost the same as her hair.

"This is a women's party, do you remember?" She shook the bottle. Beyonita and Wanda had already started to enjoy the spirits, and Salomon also saw Wanda pulling a ribbon salute. "Milia is going to attend too!" said Joan of Arc, "She counts too!"

"Don't let her drink! She must go to bed early and get up early!" After Salomon finished speaking, he looked at Milia again. The silly girl was still a little overwhelmed by her behavior. "I believe they will catch you. Do you believe it?"

Compared to the "warm" scenes of heating everywhere in the manor, the situation faced by Laura Crawford is much more severe. The difficulties she faces are not just the cold air created to preserve books. Layers of wooden bookshelves are built against the wall, layers of books are crowded on the bookshelf, and thin dust is everywhere. No matter where she goes, the scenes she sees are exactly the same. Since she followed the woman with a somewhat abnormal behavior and behaved several times in the library and walked into a path full of books, Laura Crawford has frequently turned around to try to remember the road she came.

There was no doubt that she failed. She couldn't even throw bread crumbs on the ground or hold a ball of yarn because she didn't prepare these things. "Who are you?" she rubbed her cold hands and couldn't help asking, "Are you a ghost? Where are you going to take me?"

"Me?" The woman tilted her head, "I'm not a ghost."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I saw you here." The woman said something she thought was logically complete, "So I'm here."

Laura Crawford nodded in an unknown way, "So are you a guide?"

"No, no, I'm a tourist."

Laura Crawford shut his mouth.

Not only because she could not ask any useful information from this woman, but also because every time she opened her mouth, she could feel the loss of body temperature. Fortunately, after the first time she experienced the low temperature in the library, she immediately put on her cold-proof suit when she was exploring Siberia. She handed the letter she wrote to the Imperial Guards and asked the Imperial Guards to pass it to the butler Winston. She had never thought that a giant aircraft would land forcibly in Abington, Surrey.

The manor would put some psychological pressure on the poor old guy, but fortunately Winston prepared all the tools needed for her adventures - after putting on the adventure equipment based on Siberia, Laura Crawford thought she was capable of exploring the library. However, she turned out to be wrong. She was even lost in the library, which did not look so small, and its internal space far exceeded the area it exhibited in the material universe.

"If you don't mind," the woman in a thin dark blue romper suddenly stopped and reached out to greet Laura Crawford. She pointed to her place, "Please stand here."

"Why?" Although there was still doubt on her lips, Laura Crawford did as she did. As soon as she reached that position, a terrifying howling sound ran through behind her, and the colder that was even more terrifying than the library's low temperature stinged her nerves. She turned around in horror, so that she subconsciously pulled out her pistol and turned off her pistol security. But except for the candlestick standing above her head, the library's passage was still shrouded in the deep darkness, and she could not see anything. "What is that?" she asked quickly, but she turned her head and didn't expect the woman to move again and continue walking towards the depths of the library. "Aren't you going to explain?"

"These books are very powerful, and many things want to possess them." The woman's tone remained pleasant from beginning to end. "Some... demons are almost the size of dust and are almost invisible." She stretched out her finger and gestured, "They want to come to this world and devour the knowledge and magic in the books to strengthen themselves."

Laura Crawford felt a chill on her spine.

"So those were just…"

"No, those are just enslaved ghosts, they are responsible for cleaning the library. But they are angry because they think their work is enough to redeem the sins of their lives, so they never work well." The woman said with a shaking head. "Every time, someone will change a batch of ghosts. I heard that some people plan to use the bodies of sinners to add machinery to them to clean the library, because that will make it cleaner."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Laura Crawford sighed, she thought she could not ask anything. This woman reminded her of the children's books she had read in the past - the British children's books specifically referring to the Harry Potter series - she thought this woman was very similar to the character she liked in the past named Luna Lovegood. Although she used to like the character who was independent in the world, this orange color really appeared in reality and appeared in important places. Laura Crawford thought she could not like it anyway. She was so angry that she forgot that she had passed by not the cleaning staff but a large group of terrible ghosts. So when the woman asked her if she liked Doctor Who, Laura Crawford did not answer, but asked another question.

"I'm looking for a book," she said, "about the illegal civilian faith armed forces at the end of the Byzantine dynasty." However, the woman's eyes seemed to be asking "what is that" and "whether that thing can be eaten", she just turned her head and looked at it, and then continued her journey. "Where are you going?"

"Go to find a TV?"

"What?"

"Television, that's something that was only invented recently." The woman seemed worried that Laura wouldn't understand her thoughts, so she gestured with her hands as she walked. She tried several times and finally gestured a box with six fingers, and two extended lines on the box. "I can use it to watch Doctor Who. I used it to watch TV series hundreds of years ago, but the signal was not very good at that time. After all, they were just a pile of sand and were not very complete."

Laura Crawford decided to filter out all the nonsense. "You live here?"

"There is a door leading to my room, and I only discovered it recently. Once I got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. When I opened the cabinet, I fell down, and then I came here." The woman said calmly, "So I am still looking for that door and finding the way to go." Even in Kit City, facing soldiers polluted by the sacred source, or facing the feathered snake god who blocks the sky, Laura Crawford never felt so desperate.

But she is an optimistic person.

"Okay, now it seems that I'm not the only one trapped here." She shrugged and swept the flashlight's beam towards the bookshelf beside her. Fortunately, she could understand a lot of the words printed on the spine. The bad thing was that the books here were not arranged in language but in content, and even a learned archaeologist could not fully understand the words. "I don't mind reading books here." She stopped and asked the woman, "Do you still want to keep going?"

"I have a ball of yarn." The crazy woman took out a red ball of yarn from her pocket. "At that time, the street vendors in Crete were selling this thing, because Thehus was famous and caused great trouble to their king."

"If you don't mind... I have some food here." Laura Crawford took a deep breath. She felt that she could not be so irresponsible, and letting a woman with intellectual disabilities run around here. This is a responsibility that kind people will never refuse. "I brought a lot of high-calorie food, enough for both of us to support it until someone came to us. I think they will find that we are missing...at least I hope that's the case."

“I want chocolate.”

"I have chocolate." Laura Crawford smiled reluctantly. She couldn't get angry with the woman. Her morality and reason didn't allow herself to do so. "I also have a sleeping bag and an alcohol stove to provide warmth. But I suggest we'd better avoid lighting the bookshelf, what do you think?"

"You are my good friend now, Laura Crawford," the woman said. "I would love to experience camping toast."

"How did you know my name?"

"Because you're here."

"You're right." Laura Crawford shrugged. She felt she was not asking the woman any questions. While the alcohol stove was lit, she looked at the woman's appearance carefully. Since she refused to take off the funny eye mask, Laura could only judge her age from her skin - but Laura did not see any wrinkles. Not only was the skin clean and tidy, but her fingernails were neatly trimmed, and she looked completely free of malnutrition or lack of care. "Do you want to try a sleeping bag?"

"Don't move, ugly kid! If you move again, I will throw you out of the window!" Joan of Arc twisted Milia with one hand and shouted out the window. She shook the half-full of tequila bottle again. "Where are you going? Do you think there is no show after the women's party? Or are you stingy, you stingy guy who is angry because this is the time for a women's party?" When Salomon threw Milia to her from the garden, Joan of Arc felt something was wrong. Now seeing Salomon put on a hanging ring, he affirmed her suspicion.

"Or, do you want me to ask you to attend the cocktail party? Don't even think about it!"

"I'll go to Kamataj. Hammurabi, come to the manor to find me, don't prepare a flight vehicle, but I need you to bring a hot melt weapon." Salomon patted the snow on his shoulder, stretched out his fingers to gesture in the air. The curtain of material universe and illusion slid open like water on his fingertips, and supernatural forces quietly gathered. "Some things need to be handled. As long as you can finish today's wine, I will definitely come back before you overturn the manor." Salomon changed his seriousness when he spoke before and smiled. He also reached out to greet Milia, who was twisted by Joan of Arc, "How about preparing me a cup of Napoleon brandy?"

Laura Crawford felt like she had fallen into a pirate who had fallen into a treasure pile.

Due to years of archaeological work, she needed a translation software that could be used in an environment where the internet was disconnected. When she made this request, the sage from Mars immediately took her phone away. When the phone was sent back, she found that all the outer shells of her phone were replaced with impact-resistant materials. Except for the screen and built-in system that had not changed, most of the hardware of the phone was replaced, and the translation software she wanted was in the phone. Using the camera to translate a book she picked up word by word, Laura Crawford realized that she had never understood the world - this book is actually any archive, remember

A dark wizard hunted by Kama Taj in the first half of the 10th century - the book records in detail the traces left by the crime scene, from corpse posture, autopsy reports, cult rituals to surrounding visits. The secret mage of Kama Taj, who was in charge of the case at the time, recorded all the clues he found, just in case, so as not to start with the successor after an accident. Compared with the tactics of using saturated fire strikes and scalpel-style surgical strikes, Kama Taj had to risk death every time he conducted an investigation and arrest mission in the past, and no one knew how many lives would be lost in this investigation.

Laura Crawford took a look at the portrait of the dark wizard hand-painted with a quill in the book, but did not take it to heart.

"You said, will anyone find us here?"
Chapter completed!