Chapter 192: Mansion

Afternoon, forging workshop.

Crown finished practice on time and was about to go off work.

When he walked out of his shabby office, he found Del waiting at the door.

"Bishop, the dental company contacted me and told me that they have a suitable house. I wonder when you will have time to take a look. The dental agent is right outside the church."

"Since they are all here, let's go and take a look together."

The two walked out of the church, got on the carriage arranged by the dental office, and headed towards their destination.

The guarantor was a middle-aged man with thinning hair. He wore a tattered but clean brown jacket and a wrinkled black bow tie around his neck.

A gust of wind blew up the dentist's hair, revealing a large area of ​​smooth scalp.

In the carriage, the agent described the basic situation of the courtyard: "This mansion is located at 36 Baker Street. Although it is not the church's industrial area, it only takes fifteen minutes to drive to the Holy Fire Cathedral.

It meets all the requirements of gentlemen, a spacious house, with a cellar and stables."

An aerial view of Rhine City appeared in Crown's mind. It was drawn by the church before the gray fog fell.

Baker Street belongs to the parliamentary district, only one street away from the church industrial area radiating from the Holy Fire Cathedral, and five streets away from the cathedral.

The center of the parliamentary district is where old nobles, emerging capitalists, senior government officials, and senior fraternity officials gather.

The agent slowly and without stopping talked about the advantages of the house and how cost-effective it would be to buy it now, without mentioning why the house was being sold.

Crown felt the carriage slow down and soon stopped. The door of the carriage was opened and the orange-red sunset shone in.

"Dear sir, we are here."

The broker explained with a smile and got off the carriage first.

Crown felt the time. It took 17 minutes and 13 seconds from the time the carriage started to the time it stopped.

Since it was evening, there were many pedestrians on the street and the cars were not driving fast, so the commuting time would be acceptable if you chose this house.

He got off the carriage and stood in front of the gate of the courtyard.

The outside is composed of tall stone walls and a black iron fence gate. There are several flower shapes on the top of the gate, which are slightly rusty.

On the pillar above the door was a brass plate with the address of the place inscribed on it: 36 Baker Street, in an elegant and fancy italic font.

There was a shield-shaped stain on the nameplate that was the size of a football. Crown judged that there should have been a badge here.

Both the old aristocrats and the emerging capital aristocrats have this hobby.

His sight passed through the gate and saw a road that was wide enough for two horse-drawn carriages to pass side by side, leading directly to a three-story Georgian-style building made of red bricks at the back.

The road forks in front of the building, bypassing the small building and leading to the back of the building.

The brick joints of the small building were filled with lime and looked dark and gray. There was a layer of green moss on many parts of the wall, and a few ivy plants occupied half of the wall. There were several chimneys on the gray sloping roof.

The front door of the house has a white porch with four columns as thick as an adult's thighs lined up in a row.

The six-paneled brown wooden door has a gold painted border on the sides and a fan-shaped window at the top of the door.

The threshold is more than one meter above the ground and has seven or eight gray marble steps.

The broker took the key, opened the iron door, and said attentively:

"There's another bungalow at the back where the servants live, and the stables are also at the back."

Several people walked into the yard and entered the house.

There was no furniture inside and it looked empty.

Crown gave the house a cursory inspection, mainly checking whether there were any leaks on the top floor of the house.

He doesn't have too many requirements for his residence, as long as it is clean.

It was obvious that the original owner of the house had cleaned the place so thoroughly that he would cry if a mouse came.

After checking the above-ground part of the house, he nodded slightly and ordered, "Go check the basement."

"Okay, please follow me."

The broker tightened the briefcase in his hand and led the guests to a room on the first floor, which was the entrance to the basement.

"This house has a history of more than 300 years, at least the basement. Now the main body of the house is built on the foundation of the basement."

Lifting the lid of the basement, the broker lit an oil lamp and handed it to Del: "You two, you can visit at will. I won't accompany you down."

Crowne glimpsed that the lid was engraved with a distinctive pattern of lines, rather than decorative patterns.

Del walked in front with an oil lamp.

Crown walked down the stairs and found that the space was in the shape of a pentagram, roughly estimated to be one-third the size of the house, and was built entirely of hard basalt.

It's a mess here, with many broken old objects preserved.

There were old cabinets, chairs, and a bunch of other miscellaneous items, all covered with a thick layer of dust, but with a texture as if a mouse or something else had crawled over them.

Del muttered dissatisfiedly:

"The previous owner took away all the usable things and left a pile of junk for us to clean up."

The basement is very cool and the temperature is much lower than outside.

Suddenly, Clown felt a sense of alarm. He realized that there seemed to be a pair of malicious eyes behind him, staring at him viciously, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up in response.

Turning around very quickly, he caught a glimpse of white light in the dark corner that was imperceptible to ordinary people, and the blurry faces quickly disappeared.

Evil spirit? No, when evil spirits appear, they are accompanied by a faint stench, so they are ghosts or demons.

Although all are spiritual beings, these three things pose different threats to humans.

A ghost refers to a spirit that has strong emotions remaining in a human being before death, and whose remaining consciousness is influenced by some mysterious force and can continue to exist in the world. A demon spirit refers to a spirit formed after the death of a non-human creature.

These two spirits have their own rules of conduct.

There is no definitive answer to the origin of evil spirits at this time, but it is known that these spirits are extremely hostile to all living things.

The seventh sense did not give him any warning, which meant that these things posed no threat to him.

The broker shouted from above, "Come up, gentlemen. There are only some junk in here. We need to clean it up. There's nothing to see."

Del suddenly approached and whispered, "My Lord, I feel like something is wrong here. It's very cold and shady. Just now I felt like someone was watching me."

Crown shook his head slightly and ordered, "Let's go up and talk. You go ahead."

Seeing that the two people who went down came up safely without encountering any problems, the broker breathed a sigh of relief.

This house has been in the dental office for a long time. Every time I bring someone to the basement, some incomprehensible strange things always happen.

Fortunately, there were no accidents this time.

"Let's go check out the servants' quarters and stables at the back," the broker closed the lid of the basement and led the two men out.

In the dark basement at night, creaking sounds echoed.

After touring all parts of the mansion, the agent said with a big smile on his face: "Are you satisfied? If you are, we can help you make an appointment with the owner of the house."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

If he could sell such a house, he would be able to get a generous commission.

Not only that, the owner of the house also promised to give an additional reward if the house can be sold.

"Do you know who owns this house and why they want to sell it?" Crown asked.

There was something wrong with the house, and there was a group of ghosts living in the basement, and he thought the owner of the house probably knew about it.

These ghosts are not strong and can be dealt with by second-level transcendents, but the homeowner did not do so, which is a bit intriguing.

People who can live in such a place should have access to the world of extraordinary people.

“Well, this is the ancestral residence of the Viscount Lazio, but after the Viscount passed away half a year ago, the house was inherited by his daughter Melissa.

As for why she sold her ancestral home, I don’t know.”

The courier changed his hand to hold the briefcase and wiped the sweat from his palm implicitly. He tended to sweat when he was nervous.

The owner of the house did not tell the real estate agent the reason for selling the house, but after bringing people to see the house several times, he realized that there were unclean things inside.

But can he tell such a thing? Who will buy the house if he tells it? Where will he get the commission if no one buys the house? As for whether the buyer will encounter difficulties later, that is not a problem he needs to consider.

Although he felt uneasy and guilty, he still had to eat and had a family to support.

Klauen did not hold out hope that the broker could reveal some information he did not know, so he nodded and said, "I am quite satisfied with the house. Please arrange it and I will have a meeting with the seller.

You can wait for me at the church door at five o'clock tomorrow night."

"Okay," the brothel owner said happily.

. . . .

After riding the dental company's carriage back to his residence, Crown sat on the sofa to rest.

Del asked, "Sir, there is something wrong with that basement. Have you noticed it?"

"Yes, there are a few ghosts in there, but it's not a big problem. I can easily deal with them after I buy the house."

"Bang, bang!"

The door of the house was pounded hard.

"Open the door!" a rough voice sounded.

"I'll open the door."

There was a cold flash in Del's eyes, and he thought to himself which ignorant bastard had come to him.

The door was opened, and the leader was two meters tall and as strong as a brown bear. Behind him were two men of normal height and equally strong.

Zhuang Xiong used one hand to push Del away.

Del punched back, but was knocked away by his enemy's punch, and the three of them rushed into the house.

"You two went to look at 36 Baker Street?"

Zhuang Xiong saw the person sitting on the sofa, walked straight over and asked condescendingly.

"Sir," Del rushed over in shame and anger, wanting to continue attacking, but Crown raised his hand to stop his subordinate.

He discovered from the brief fight just now that Del's strength was far inferior to that of the strong man. He initially judged that the enemy had the strength of a second-level transcendent, or a power-type knight transcendent.

Del stood back beside him.

"Adult? Hehe, why are you pretending to be an adult in front of us?"

Zhuang Xiong grinned, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Boy, let me tell you, you can't buy that house. Someone you can't afford to offend has already set his eyes on it."

"What? Is there someone competing with me? Just make a normal bid. Why do you come here to threaten others?" Clown stood up slowly.

He was a head shorter than the strong bear, and judging from the pressure of his body, he was far less intimidating than the enemy.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, right? The truth?! This is the real truth."

A sneer flashed across Zhuang Xiong's face, and he swung his fist to hit the man in front of him in the face.

What is truth? The one with the bigger fist is truth. He understood this truth when he was a teenager. He rose from the bottom of the gang in Whitechapel district by relying on his ruthless mind, the iron fist in his hand and the ability to opportunistically take advantage of the situation.

Later, he became the dirty glove of a big shot and thrived like a duck in water.

With his kick and kick, Crown responded before the enemy's fist was fully thrown out.

"Bang Bang"

The strong bear hung on the wall with a smile on his face, and then fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)