Chapter 27【VIP】
When Opesa woke up, the quilt around her had been removed.
Winter mornings are always painful and torturous - the warm quilt and the cold air form a sharp contrast, and everyone has to stay in bed for a long time, or make up their minds to get up instantly.
But the fireplace was still burning. It wasn't hard to guess that Sinderel must have added some wood before leaving, which made it easier for Opesa to get up.
The golden figure was still busy preparing breakfast. After serving it, Sinderel walked to the kitchen as usual.
"Sinderel," Opesa called out to him, pointing to a nearby chair. "Have breakfast here from now on." Before he could refuse, she added, "Come with me."
The boy hesitated to say no, and finally remained silent, hesitating to move forward.
Opesa grabbed his sleeve and forcefully pulled him into a seat. "Sit down and eat."
Sinderel sat awkwardly on the soft chair, stretching and unzipping his half-covered hands, but he didn't dare pick up the knife and fork.
He couldn't help himself, put down his hand, and asked, "Don't you feel disgusted?"
Opesa just poked a piece of bread: "What?"
"Eat." He stared at the empty plate, as if staring at something obsessive. "This is God's provision and blessing. We should enjoy it with the pure people who have been blessed... Ugh!"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand." A piece of bread was stuffed directly into his mouth. "Just eat when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Opesa pointed her fork at Sindriel, narrowing her eyes. "Don't let me hear you deny yourself again. I told you, if you admit defeat like this, the game won't be fun anymore."
After saying that, Opesha cut another piece of bread.
But the moment she put the bread into her mouth, she suddenly realized something.
And this question was asked by Sinderel.
"--You seem to be different from the beginning." Sinderel said slowly after chewing the bread in his mouth.
That's right.
The reason for this - that vicious value system - has not appeared again in recent days.
It's very strange. Since she came to this world, this system would pop up and assign her tasks every week at most.
Even if it didn't assign any tasks, it would always remind Opesha about her character setting. Because the system no longer reminded her, Opesha almost forgot about the character setting.
When did it start?
Opesa's eyes unconsciously drifted to the side, to the golden earrings swaying and sparkling under the boy's golden hair that was lifted up for convenience.
It seems that from that day on, the system has never appeared again.
Having a guess, Opesa wanted to confirm it.
She stretched out her hand, spread it out, and said under Sinderel's gaze, "Take off the earrings and give them to me."
Sinderel didn't ask any more questions, but quietly took off the golden cross and placed it in her palm.
But his doubts were still clearly conveyed through his eyes.
"I didn't disinfect it last time. I'll give it back to you after I disinfect it with alcohol." Opesa found an excuse to accept the earrings and put them in her pocket. "Hurry up and eat. We still have to go to several bookstores."
After breakfast, Opesha left her earrings at home on the pretext of getting her hat.
Today, a rare occasion when she didn't need a veil, Opesa carefully selected a red fox fur cape and a long black fur skirt. To keep out the cold wind, she tied her waist belt tightly, making her already slender waist even narrower, even rivaling the aesthetic of those morbidly medieval aristocrats.
After Holly left, no one dressed her up anymore, and she herself had never been good at putting on makeup. At most, she could put on foundation and lipstick, and she couldn't do anything more detailed.
However, the country of Flanders is very magical. Although they believe in God, they preach abstinence, regard lipstick as a temptation, and despise women who wear lipstick, but they turn a blind eye to the immoral things on the streets. It is really hypocritical.
But it’s a good thing that this is the case, Opesha doesn’t have to worry about makeup.
After a bumpy journey, Opesa and Sinderel arrived in the city.
After accompanying Sindriel to visit several bookstores, Sindriel's eyes fell on the southernmost sign on the map.
Opesa immediately understood and took him to the bookstore in a carriage.
It was the oldest bookstore in the city and also the one that Opesa had found the most tiring to find.
The city's oldest bookstore, like a weathered old man, stands quietly on a corner of the street. Its exterior is old and quaint, its wooden door stained a deep brown by time, its paint peeling and revealing a mottled texture. The sign beside the door has become somewhat blurred by the erosion of wind and rain, but the words "Bookstore" still exude a mysterious aura.
Pushing open the creaking door, a unique smell of old paper mixed with dust hit me in the face.
, extending from the ground to the ceiling, filled with various books, stacked layer by layer, blocking out the light from outside.
Opesa glanced around the store. Besides them, there were many plainly dressed children from the common people borrowing books.
A man who looked like the owner of the shop was sitting in the corner, his figure shrouded in shadows, his face unclear. He would occasionally raise his head and scan the shop with a deep gaze, but would quickly lower his head, completely different from the other owners who had been welcoming customers.
The whole book feels heavy, yet strangely quiet.
.
Opie
She suppressed her excitement and turned to look at Sinderel.
He still had an indifferent look on his face, which hadn't changed since he entered the bookstore, and he showed obvious indifference to the books on display in the store.
He quickly scanned the bookshelf, without a trace of lingering gaze.
These books had no appeal to him.
Opesa didn't notice anything strange about Sinderell. She moved closer to him with a book in her hand, trying to please him: "This poem is very meaningful." She pointed to a beautiful collection of poems and read the beautiful verses in the book, but Sinderell just glanced at it lightly and looked away.
"This one's really interesting too..." Opesa picked up another historical biography and recounted the wonderful stories in the book in detail. However, Sinderel still didn't give a positive response, which made Opesa very dissatisfied. "Hey, are you listening? Pay attention to me!"
【--warn! 】
【Please pay attention to the character setting! 】
A familiar warning sounded in her mind, and Opesa was stunned for a few seconds, with her outstretched hand hanging in the air.
really.
She reacted quickly and pursed her lips.
There really is something wrong with that earring.
Since she was transmigrated, the system must be bound to her soul and it is impossible for it to suddenly disappear.
This world believes in gods. Although she doesn't know whether the so-called gods exist, as a time traveler, she will tentatively believe in them, even though she lives in modern times with advanced technology.
That cross earring must have acted like a signal blocker.
So, who is that white-haired beggar?
She definitely knew the secret that she was a time traveler and was bound to the evil value system, so she sent this cross to block the system.
Combined with what the priest said earlier, she had reason to guess:
——She was summoned by the "God" of this world to help them create a "God" born from pain.
God will not reveal his cruel nature, so he lets her exist.
Opesa suddenly felt her hands and feet go cold.
She was the executioner who caused Sindriel pain, yet she took advantage of Sindriel as if it were her own thing.
If Xindrell knew about this... She looked at Xindrell with a complicated expression.
He must feel that he is a traitor who only speaks nice words but stabs him with a dagger in the dark.
At the same time, Sinderel's sharp eyes searched around the bookstore.
He would occasionally tap on a specific bookshelf, a seemingly casual action, but in fact he was looking for the entrance to the basement.
He came to this bookstore just for the basement.
Long ago, when he was still a killer operating only in the dark, he learned through his intelligence network that this bookstore was actually opened by a wizard to hide his tracks and avoid being harmed by the church. On the surface, it was an ordinary bookstore, but in reality, it was underground and kept many ancient secrets and codes.
Every subtle movement of his revealed that he had another purpose. When he walked to the bookshelf next to Opesha, he keenly heard the difference in sound.
Found it. He squatted down and pulled out the pile of books stacked on the shelf.
Through the gaps between the books, he pinpointed the moment when the shopkeeper lowered his head—Sinderel suddenly leaned close to Opesha, and his warm breath brushed past her ears.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Opesha's wrist, not using much force but leaving her no chance of escape.
Without hesitation, Sinderel pulled Opesha over to a seemingly ordinary bookshelf. He skillfully fumbled around on the shelf, his lips moving as if whispering to someone.
Tiny squeaking sounds were heard, and Sinderel silently controlled the mice to cause a commotion. Amid the exclamations of a group of people, he accurately pressed a hidden mechanism.
With a slight "click", a small secret door popped out from the bottom of the bookshelf, revealing a narrow and dark entrance.
Opesa was still immersed in her previous conjecture and could not ask anything. She could only look at the entrance that suddenly appeared in front of her in astonishment.
Before she could react, Opesha was pulled by Sinderel and jumped into the dark unknown area.
The darkness enveloped them like thick ink, and they couldn't see their hands in front of them. Opesa could only hold on to Sinderel's sleeves tightly, feeling nervous and curious.
The basement was dark, huge, suffocating, and filled with a dangerous atmosphere. She had to take every step carefully.
Click.
With a soft click, Sinderel lit a candle with a match, and the faint light pierced the dense darkness. He extended his hand deliberately, illuminating the path under Opesa's feet and everything around him.
The candlelight had been taken down from the wall. In such darkness, Sinderel could still find the candle so accurately. Opesa couldn't imagine what he had experienced to make his five senses so sensitive.
Opesa looked around clearly and was also shocked by the scene before her.
This is a library much larger than the one above, with rows of bookshelves. The endless bookshelves stand silently and majestically in the darkness, extending into the endless distance.
The air was filled with a strong, turbid smell, a mixture of dust and mold.
Underfoot lay soft, thick dust, and with every step, a small cloud of dust rose. In the candlelight, the dust slowly rose like golden smoke. Each step seemed to disturb a ghost that had slumbered for centuries, creating a slight rustling sound that echoed through the silent library, leaving a chilling chill.
The entire library was filled with a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. This place seemed like a forbidden pure land, and they had become intruders in this ancient world.
Opesa followed Sinderel closely, her heart beating faster involuntarily.
In the darkness, she could only see Sinderel's back, the weak candlelight shining on him, forming a vague outline.
This place is so big that I don’t feel safe. I feel like I am in a huge maze and I could get lost in the darkness at any time.
Opesha couldn't help but shiver. She clutched the corner of Xindrel's clothes tightly, as if this could give her a sense of security.
But Sinderel let go of Opesa's wrist - he was going to look for ancient records or magic books related to Opesa's identity as a time traveler.
He wanted to find the basement and investigate the magic of time travel.
How did she come here and where did she come from?
He thought about using that avant-garde clothing design to find the answer, but he searched many books but could not find the answer. There was no trace of her existence in this world.
This made him frightened and uneasy.
A feeling from the bottom of my heart, as if being pulled away, is always restless.
Holding the candle, he walked steadily and swiftly towards the depths of the library. His figure was soon swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only the swaying halo of light flickering in the darkness.
He wanted to know about Opesha and the hometown she mentioned.
If, he just thought so, if she left one day, he might be able to follow the clues and find her there.
He wouldn't lose her.
From now on.
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