The sun is high

Looking at Room 508, which was even weirder and weirder than the previous Room 203, Xiuge felt that his nerves were being forcibly "broadened" by everything that happened here.

After seeing too many strange things, Xiuge found that he gradually began to accept it all.

After all, if you calculate carefully, if you exclude the unknown ancient gods and the ancient creations derived from them, he himself is the most special and strange existence in the world of Van En.

After a brief self-anaesthesia, Shuge inserted his left hand into his pocket and pinched a piece of high-quality magic crystal.

With this move, pure magic power began to slowly fill Xiuge's already empty spiritual world, and the metal disc, which had begun to slow down, also stabilized.

Shuge turned his attention to the "palace hound" lying in the groove of the disc. Feeling Shuge's gaze, the fierce stalker immediately stood up and roared at Shuge's head with a very intimidating roar. There is a sound in the spiritual world, and it is ready to show its power at any time.

"Don't worry...you may not be needed, so don't worry."

Xiuge repeated two sentences softly in his heart, then he nodded to Wei Lin and walked into the weird room in front of him.

While the mountains of magic lamps illuminated the room, they also left all kinds of strange shadows on the walls, floor and ceiling. Xiuge raised his feet and gently pushed aside two of the lamps that had fallen into the room. The old lamps on the floor, the magic crystals inlaid on their bases have completely exhausted all their magic power and can no longer emit any light.

“There are a lot of antiques here.”

Weilin said softly, pointed to the wall, and said: "I have only seen lamps like this in Merlin Lehe's old reference room. They are all northern styles that have been eliminated for many years. Now There has been no such style for a long time.”

Xiuge looked along and saw five or six lamps decorated with different magical creatures piled there.

Wei Lin was right. He had seen similar lamps in the storage room of Ernst's old house in Salem City before. This kind of thing was completely outdated. Even the matching crystals were not available on the market. It can be placed in the corner and eat dust.

After entering the room, the two discovered that the lamps they had seen through the porch were just the tip of the iceberg.

In fact, other parts of room No. 508 are also packed. Not only is the big bed in the center of the room filled with all kinds of lamps, but even the bathroom and closet are stuffed to the brim. As for under the bed, There was even a faint light coming from it, and it was obvious that the space there had already been utilized.

Xiuge stood still at the end of the bed, not because he didn't want to look elsewhere, but because there was no other place to go in this room. Even the place where the two of them were standing now was used by Wei Lin. It was forcibly cleaned up by the hands of the mage.

Xiuge gradually relaxed his tense spirit. So far, there have been no warning signs in the spiritual world. Although he can always capture extremely weak magic fluctuations in this room, this fluctuation is not like The previous rat tide was so breathtaking.

Although the magic power fluctuation in the room still gives people a dark and cold feeling, it is not urgent and appears to be extremely gentle, and the sense of oppression it brings is naturally very weak.

Xiuge's eyes were once again covered in the fog of the messenger in the mirror. Under the magical vision, everything in Room 508 became clearer.

He noticed that among the magic lamps piled up on the bed, there was actually a stone statue, but it was now buried by the various brackets and lamp sculptures. Even under the magical vision of the messenger in the mirror, it could not be seen. Only a rough outline can be seen, but compared to the previous stone statue of General Ludwig Ernst, the black figure in room 508 is obviously one size smaller.

This should be a stone statue of a female member of the family.

Another two minutes passed, and the surroundings were still extremely silent.

Xiuge suppressed the deep fog in his eyes. He took a shallow breath, and then suddenly said: "Your Excellency, you invited us here, you can't do it to let us visit your collection, right?"

Shuge's voice echoed gently among the walls of the room. Two seconds later, as if in response to his question, the almost static magic power in the room began to flow slowly. Under the interference of this cold force, The magic lamps that were still functioning began to flicker slightly, and some of the lamps that had little magic power left were completely extinguished by this interference.

In the mottled light, the faint sound of rats came from the bed buried in the magic lamp.

The pages of the magic book were suspended next to Wei Lin, and her eyes also emitted a faint magical light. It was obvious that she had constructed a large number of complex magic patterns in her mind and was ready to use different means to attack at any time.

However, Xiuge was very calm at the moment.

He retreated to Wei Lin's side, shook his head gently at her, and then looked at the flickering shadow in front of him.

The shuddering black waves appeared again, but they were no longer as violent and vicious as before, but seemed extremely gentle.

Gradually, the rats gathered in front of Xiuge. Just like what he had seen in the manor hotel before, these rats gradually formed a vague human shape.

Compared with the oppressive burly human figures before, the black shadows they now form are relatively slender and specific.

Gradually, the outlines of these mice began to blur, and the magic that made up their bodies began to merge with each other, and finally completely merged into one, turning into a female figure with sharp boundaries and blurred appearance.

Although this figure is still only pitch black under the light, the pressure she brings is already much smaller than that of the surging rats.

The pages of the magic book gradually drooped down. Weilin stretched out her hand to pinch them, while her eyes widened. She was carefully observing the changes in front of her. This was a magical miracle she had never seen before, and it was also a magic miracle she had never seen in the world of Van En. magic recorded by mages.

"..."

A strange sound came from the dark female figure. At first glance, it sounded like countless mice opening their mouths and screaming at the same time.

As if she didn't expect that she would make such a sound, the figure paused slightly, but then she made a similar sound again.

She began to repeat and work hard again and again.

Finally, after more than a dozen hard attempts, her sharp "voice" composed of countless mice neighing finally began to become clear and orderly.

"Child, your... name?"

This was what the other party wanted to say, and it was not coherent, but Xiuge still managed to understand what she meant.

The target of her question was none other than Xiuge.

As for Wei Lin, it seemed that she was ignored.

Thinking of what Old Zeke said to him before, combined with what he saw and heard in the Ernst Manor Hotel, Xiuge thought quickly for two seconds, and then took a slight step forward. He stared at the body in front of him. The shadow formed by the magic power of chaos spoke the name of his body.

"Suge Ernst."

Hearing Shuge's answer, the human-shaped shadow trembled slightly under the light of the magic lamp. She did not answer immediately, but sat there quietly, as if she was lost in thought.

Xiuge and the two waited quietly for a while before the shadow finally showed a new reaction.

"What time is it now?"

This time, her voice was much clearer and more coherent than before, and the noise like a rat's scream became much weaker. Xiuge even heard a human tone in it.

"Cartel calendar year 2699, the Winter Festival is coming soon."

"2699..."

The shadow gently repeated what Xiuge said, her voice trembling slightly, like a faint arc of light that finally fell to the ground after a long time.

Seeing that the other party stopped talking for a while, Xiuge took the initiative to ask: "With all due respect, what should we... call you?"

Shuge's question finally dragged the shadow that obviously possessed consciousness and memory out of the viscous quagmire of memory. So, under the gazes of Shuge and the two of them, the shadow began to change. Her body shape She became more slender and her face became more defined.

After more than ten seconds, Xiuge saw a female face that was still vague but vaguely identifiable.

She slowly opened her mouth and announced her name.

"Alexandra Ernst..."

The moment he heard the name, Shuge couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Although he had already made some guesses about the identities of the residents of these underground rooms when he saw the stone statue of General Ludwig Ernst, when he heard with his own ears a magical shadow that clearly came from the past time and space. When I said this name, I still couldn't help being shocked.

Alexandra Ernst—a woman who left a profound mark on the entire history of the Kingdom of Votel and even the entire history of the Lovi Plateau.

Three hundred and twenty years ago on the Lovi Plateau, the countess known as "The Glory of Ernst" participated in a series of important events on the Lovi Plateau with her wisdom, means and amazing courage. Without her existence, Augustine I, known as the "usurper" and "ambitious", would have had no chance to ascend to his throne. Similarly, without her existence, the Kingdom of Walter would probably have collapsed as early as the Third It had already led to a public crusade from Merlinle and the Legal Committee a hundred years ago.

Wei Lin, who was standing next to him, was also surprised.

As a magic scholar, she is not too interested in the history of the Van and En Kingdoms, but she has also heard of the legendary story of "Count Alexandra". Her legendary experience has long been described by folk writers. It was rewritten into different versions of the novel, and even Wei Lin herself read two of them when she was bored...

However, after saying that thunderous and resounding name, the shadow of the famous Countess began to shake slightly again, and the rats that made up her figure began to reorganize again in a way that both Shuge and Shuge could not understand. This made Alexandra's figure and face blurry again, and her voice began to become messy and chaotic.

"I'm...I'm Alexandra."

She repeated: "But I am also Oscar, I am Pulandro...I am Jacob, I am Christina..."

A series of familiar or unfamiliar names to Shuge were spoken by the constantly trembling humanoid shadow. At first, Shuge could barely match those names with famous figures in the Ernst family, but soon, he could no longer He couldn't identify any of them, but he knew that those names were destined to belong to a longer time and space, to ancestors who had long been forgotten by the current members of the Ernst family.

Wei Lin stood against the wall. She looked at the shadow "sitting" on the bed. She felt that her brain was numb, and her skin also had tiny particles as if it had been exposed to cold.

She knew she was terrified by what was happening before her.

The source of this fear is not just because she has witnessed too many phenomena beyond the cognition of ordinary spell casters in a short period of time, but also because at this moment, the guy standing in front of her did not show any signs of fear. Any fear and uneasiness!

Yes, at this moment, Xiuge is standing straight on the spot. He is looking ahead very quietly, as if what he is facing is not something beyond ordinary people's cognition and difficult to explain and deal with using existing magic theories. It's a terrible phenomenon, but a common scene that he has long been accustomed to.

If Shuge could know what Weilin was thinking at this moment, he would definitely laugh out loud.

Because Wei Lin guessed it right.

Just when the shadow in front of him began to change rapidly and a series of names were spoken, Shuge knew that his previous suspicion about the so-called Ernst family's will had been confirmed.

The familiar light and shadow that constantly emanated from the other party, as well as the aura that was highly similar to the ancient creations in the Dream Sanctuary, gave Xiuge a feeling of "déjà vu". Under the influence of this feeling Next, although Xiuge still maintained caution and vigilance, it was really difficult for him to be afraid.

After all, after seeing too much, he naturally becomes numb.

The aura emerging from "Alexandra" made the running rat in the groove of the metal disc become very irritated. Its hair had completely exploded. It seemed that it really wanted to attack Shuge in front of him. Demonstration of existence.

Seeing the extremely violent performance of the running rat, Shuge even made a bold guess in his mind - perhaps the strange magic ritual set up by the Black Sun Society underground in the Ernst Manor and those directly related to the ritual The source of the power of the black rats is related to an ancient god?

For example...

The "Earth Mother" who uses a running rat as her chariot?