Chapter 324 Haunted House
Thor did not answer the visitor immediately. He scanned the surroundings and found that many people were coming in and out of the lobby on the first floor. A few were led by people wearing the same clothes, and most of them were alone.
During the time Thor was observing, the man beside him, who was suspected to be an inn servant, was waiting quietly.
The man was taller than Thor, so he kept his neck hunched and his back hunched when talking to Thor.
Thor did not leave anyone out on purpose. After a quick look around, he followed the servant's instructions and entered the hall.
"I hope to find a quiet, remote house, preferably in the suburbs, but no more than half a day's journey from the outpost town."
The lobby on the first floor is decorated like a luxurious pub, but a wide aisle is left in the middle for people to walk.
And in the middle of this aisle, there is a black short-pile carpet.
When Thor walked in, no one else was walking on the carpet except him.
Even the man who led him walked close to the carpet, but did not dare to step half a centimeter into it.
Fortunately, when Thor came in, the hall was still very lively and did not become quiet instantly because of his entry, otherwise Thor would feel a little embarrassed.
Although he didn't care about other people's looks, he didn't like being treated like a national treasure all the time.
The attendant who was guiding Thor leaned towards him and said in a low voice that he could hear: "We can provide you with a variety of options. Please take a seat in the private room and we will present you with detailed information."
The man led Thor to a place similar to a private room, at the deepest part of the hall.
As soon as Thor went in and sat down, the male waiter asked someone to pour water and serve the food.
"No need." Thor stopped his unnecessary actions. "I came here because I heard that you guys can complete my request the fastest. How much time do I have before I can see your information?"
The attendant's smile froze, and he bowed and said, "Within three minutes."
After saying this, he saluted Thor again, then quickly walked to the door and explained Thor's request to the people waiting outside.
At this moment, the sound of a distant quarrel came in through the half-open door.
"...I told you, my luggage was left in that haunted house! You must help me find it!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sander, we have sent someone to the house you have vacated, but your luggage is not inside."
"Impossible! I was just about to move in and hadn't even unpacked my luggage when I ran into a ghost! You sold me this house, so you must be responsible."
"But Lord Sander, we have sent three groups of people into the house in succession, and you were there the last time. You know the situation at that time. There was no ghost inside, and there was no luggage of yours."
"It must have been hidden by a ghost that time. I don't care. You must find my luggage. There are very important things in it! If you lose my luggage, I will tell everyone that you rent out a haunted house to outsiders!"
"Lord Sander... We sympathize with your experience in the new house. We cannot rule out the possibility that your luggage was stolen by someone else after you left without closing the door."
"Others? Ha, the house you introduced to me is deep in the mountains and forests, next to a lake, and I can't even see the roofs of my neighbors. Tell me there could be other people?"
At this time, the other voice was already a little impatient.
"Mr. Sander, it is you who requested a secluded environment, no more than half a day's drive from the town, and preferably with a lake nearby for you to stroll under the moonlight! The house we offer will definitely meet your requirements!"
"But I didn't ask for the house to be haunted!"
At first, the two people's voices were not loud, but the wizard had strong mental power and his five senses were much better than ordinary people, so Thor could hear it clearly.
But soon, the voices of these two people became uncontrollably louder and louder, and it was estimated that everyone in the whole hall could hear them.
At this time, the original male servant came back with several stacked papers and was about to present them to Thor when he was interrupted.
Thor raised his right hand and pointed outside.
"My Lord, I will tell them to be quiet immediately. If you need them to come and apologize to you..."
"I want the house that Mr. Sander has returned. If you haven't completed the formalities yet, please invite him over as well."
The attendant was stunned for a moment, but he immediately adjusted his expression and bowed his head respectfully, "No problem, sir."
So, just two minutes later, Sander, looking embarrassed, sat opposite Thor.
He also came in with the rental agreement that had not yet been signed.
"Sir." Sander raised his head cautiously, met Thor's gaze, and immediately lowered it again.
Thor scanned Sander's body without hesitation. Sander, who seemed to be making trouble for no reason, was actually a pretty boy.
This "pretty boy" is a very accurate adjective.
Because I don’t know what Sander had applied on his face, the effect was only a little more natural than using flour as foundation.
Fortunately, he knew to apply a little flesh pink on his cheeks to make him look normal, otherwise if he saw a ghost, I wouldn’t know who should be afraid.
He also had long, slightly curly hair that reached down to his shoulders.
However, seeing that the servants did not seem surprised, Thor knew that this might be a dressing custom in a certain place.
"Are you saying there's a ghost in the house you just rented?" Thor asked.
"Yes, Master Wizard." Sander didn't dare to look at Thor again, and could only look down at the ground in front of Thor's toes.
"What kind of ghost?"
Xander rubbed his fingers unconsciously, "I, I didn't see the ghost directly."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Thor would misunderstand him as a liar, so he quickly quickened his speech and continued, "Although I didn't see it directly, there really is a ghost in that house. As soon as I walked in, the door was immediately closed. I swear, my clothes didn't get caught on the door handle, and there was no wind at the time!"
Perhaps because he had been suspected by countless people, Sander explained as he narrated, fearing that Thor would also misunderstand him as a liar.
"And when I was going upstairs, someone pulled my trouser leg. I swear my foot didn't slip! I really saw a gray-white hand! His nails were also black, and he tore a hole in my trousers."
Sander then recounted his experience in a guest room on the first floor.
What "prying eyes", "weird laughter" and "window that can't be closed"?
Thor noticed that the servant standing at the door listening had rolled his eyes impatiently.
But Thor knew that the man named Sander was not lying.
When he squinted at Xander, he saw a rotting, maggoty grey arm hooked around Xander's neck.
Judging from the bones and skin condition of the arm, it should belong to a young girl or a slender boy.
However, the elbows and wrists of the rotten arms were hidden in Sander's curly hair, and it was impossible to tell whether there was a person hanging behind him.
A maggot fell into Xander's collar because of his excited movements, and the latter happened to raise his hand a few seconds later and scratched his chest casually.
"Sir, what I said is true, please believe me!"
After telling everything, Sander finally raised his head and stared hard with his big sincere eyes, trying to impress the powerful wizard in front of him.
Fifteen minutes late TAT (End of this chapter)
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