Chapter 187 Brother
When you go on an adventure alone, you must carry important things with you. What’s the point of bringing unimportant things into the manor?
It was unknown how long the old apprentice had been waiting outside the manor, and he had his students hide and observe the outside of the manor.
I'm afraid he just wants to find some more companions to go in with him.
Now Thor had a general understanding of the situation of the manor. He didn't want to be like Kron, waiting nervously for other people to visit.
Kron was a little embarrassed.
After he agreed to the rich businessman's request, he saw the rich businessman go to ask other people for help.
Kron seemed unhappy on the surface, but in fact he wished he could have more companions to adventure with.
Although the Bloodthorn Family is now in decline, its former reputation and prestige are enough to make a wandering apprentice like him fearful.
So after Kron arrived outside the manor first, he did not rush in, but waited quietly in the dark, hoping to find some reliable companions.
But he didn't expect that Thor, who was the first to come here, actually walked in by accident. However, the opponent's reaction ability and quick casting ability made Kron's eyes light up.
That's why he took the initiative to share the information about the manor, hoping to seek an opportunity for cooperation, but he didn't expect that this little guy would be so anxious.
Now Kron was even more certain that the other party came from the Wizard Tower. Only someone from a large wizarding force would be so arrogant.
With this partner, I don’t need those small fish and shrimps outside anymore.
"Okay then, let's go in now."
Kron packed up briefly, and walked towards the manor gate with Thor, accompanied by the visibly nervous apprentice.
However, Thor looked up at the gate that was higher than the wall, turned to Kron and said, "There's no need to go into the manor and split up. I plan to climb over the wall over there and take a look."
Thinking that places outside the main building shouldn't be too dangerous, Kron nodded in agreement. "Okay, then we'll meet in front of the castle gate in an hour."
Thor nodded and said goodbye to Kron and the other man for the time being.
He walked a little way around the manor wall, his eyes fixed on the roofs that protruded above the wall.
When he walked to a place where a small section of the top of the wall had collapsed, he heard the strange sound again.
This time he heard it more clearly, as if it was some kind of string music.
Like a lonely person, casually plucking the strings of a musical instrument.
“It’s right here.”
Thor held the scroll in his left hand and immediately climbed over the gap in the wall.
As soon as he landed, he stomped his feet lightly to make sure there was soft soil and dense weeds under his feet.
At this time, a few pleasant strings accompanied by a sad melody sounded behind him.
Thor frowned and turned his head, looking up at the man standing on top of the wall.
"Victor, why are you playing the piano at this time? Why don't you come down quickly?"
A silver-haired young man holding a harp was standing on the top of the wall, looking into the distance.
The wind blew his soft hair into mess.
There was a hint of melancholy on the young man's face, and his heart seemed to be full of sorrow.
"The wizard family of the past has fallen into decline just like that." Before he finished speaking, he plucked the strings of the zither. The low and pleasant sound seemed to echo his sigh.
"If this world has a main theme, it must be melancholy." The young man's blue eyes sparkled.
Thor's forehead was bulging with veins, and his clenched fists were shaking. The scroll in his hand made a sound of being overwhelmed, as if it would burst in the next second.
"Victor! We're here to steal something, not for you to perform an opera here. If you don't come down I'm going to beat you up."
Victor still had a sad look on his face, but he finally listened to Thor, jumped down from the wall, and landed lightly next to Thor.
"Thor, how can you talk to your brother like this?"
Thor looked dazed and seemed a little confused, but when he saw Victor about to raise the strings again, anger took over his mind again.
"If you keep singing, I'll throw away your broken piano!"
Victor pursed his lips in grievance and hugged his small wooden harp, which was less than half a meter high, tightly to his chest.
Seeing his brother like this again, Thor waved his hands helplessly.
"Okay, let's go first..." Thor stood there in a daze, "You interrupted me and I forgot where I was going."
Victor held Qin and raised his chin.
"Garden, you said you wanted to go to the garden."
"Right." Thor patted his forehead, not understanding why he had suddenly forgotten it just now. "That garden looks like the center of the magic circle. Be careful when you go there later. Don't run around. If you encounter any danger... don't cause trouble for me."
"Although I'm not as talented as you, I've been promoted to level two for many years!"
Thor said helplessly: "Don't I believe in your strength? I don't believe in your brain!"
Victor's expression froze, and a look of disbelief gradually appeared on his face.
"Thor, I've never seen a brother as fierce as you."
Thor was too lazy to argue with Victor, so he waved to him to follow him, then turned and walked towards the garden in the front yard of the manor.
"I just observed that the center of this manor is in this garden. Strange, this front yard garden is too big."
Victor followed Thor obediently, but his eyes were no longer on the road.
"Perhaps the owner of this manor is a romantic gentleman who likes to stroll among the breeze and dewdrops in the morning and evening, sniffing the fragrance."
"Maybe he just lacks a place to display his so-called works of art. The garden is so big that it is convenient for killing people and burying bodies." Thor happened to pass by a stone statue. He raised his hand and knocked on it. It was solid, and he did not find any magical fluctuations on it.
"Strange, why does the owner of the manor put so many human sculptures?" Thor passed by another stone statue and looked up at the life-size human sculpture on the stone pier.
"This is art, brother." Victor stood under the sculpture. "Look at the panic expression on the sculpture's face. It's so lifelike. It really looks like the work of some great artist."
Thor stared at the sculpture's expression, the wide eyes, the open mouth, the twisted jaw.
He could not feel any artistic atmosphere, but only felt a weird and terrifying feeling that made his hair stand on end.
"Be careful." Thor lowered his voice involuntarily, "I feel that these stone statues may be transformed from living people. It's just that too much time has passed and the magic fluctuations on them have dissipated."
“Really?” Victor imitated Thor and placed his hands on the sculpture. “I can’t feel the breath of life. I am such a pitiful person. I have been trying hard to run, but I can’t escape the clutches of fate.”
Seeing that Victor started to convulse again, Thor rolled his eyes helplessly.
"There is no mechanism, and no trace of witchcraft. Let's go, the treasure should not be here."
They quickened their pace and entered the garden in the front yard.
The garden is very large, but no one has taken care of it for a long time. Some of the delicate flowers have withered and died, but clusters of bright wild flowers are blooming in the corners of the flower beds.
"The center point should be over there." Thor looked around again, calculated it in his mind, and finally pointed to a place in the garden.
Victor followed behind Thor, looking around in a leisurely manner, with no intention of using his brain at all.
When the two men arrived at the location Thor estimated, they both stopped and looked forward with frowns.
There is a dilapidated flower bed in front. Someone has dug a big hole in the center and soil is scattered all around. It is the dirtiest place in the garden.
"It's over. Has the treasure been taken away by someone else?" Victor asked nervously.
Thor sensed his surroundings but did not find any danger. He still held the scroll of spiritual armor in his left hand and slowly approached the deep pit.
Although this place has suffered a certain degree of damage, the shape of the deep pit still allows one to tell that a square object was once placed in the pit.
"It seems like a coffin was buried here."
(End of this chapter)
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