Chapter 3 Deep in the Night

　　Even crossing over has already happened, having another library in his mind is not something so strange and weird that it is hard to accept, but a large part of the books in his mind can't be opened, and he can't see the contents, so Lucien is very puzzled. 　　Trying to stay calm, so that the library in his mind would not be too difficult to "touch" because of the emotional ups and downs, Lucien flipped through the books one by one, and noted down what books could be opened and what books could not be opened. 　　"History books, all can be opened." 　　"Economics books, no problem." 　　"Art books, again, can be opened." 　　"Math, physics, chemistry, and biology books, some can and some can't." 　　"Could it be that it can't be opened because of the difference in the rules of the world, but when I recall similar knowledge that I've learned, at least at the college level, I can still think of it without it being blocked." 　　The books of this type that could be opened were predominantly of junior and senior high school level, but the university's comprehensive library certainly wouldn't be collecting junior and senior high school textbooks, just some scattered teaching studies and medieval dissertation materials of the corresponding level for students' reference. 　　The library had a lot of books, and Lucien found these problems after flipping through just a small portion of them, but couldn't be sure and couldn't figure out the cause. 　　A big illness just now, Lucien's body is now very weak, along with the mental condition is also not good, after continuously flipping through a lot of books, the mind has been a blur, no longer able to feel the library. 　　Strongly supported back to bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep, nourish the spirit, restore health, in order to go to face a good tomorrow, Lucien will not forget, he only has a black bread left, survival is always in the first place. 　　Sleeping in a daze, a squeaking sound and the sharp sting of biting wood reached Lucien's ears, waking him up who had just dreamed of numerous delicacies and a warm, soft bed. 　　"Rats?" 　　The sleepy Lucien rolled over in a daze, ready to continue sleeping soundly, but the sound of rats grinding their teeth on wood and stone became louder and louder and more and more shrill, which made Lucien, who had sharp senses in the dead of night, toss and turn, no longer able to fall asleep. 　　After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound still didn't stop, Lucien had to pull the blanket up and cover his ears, but the sound was like it had penetrating power, it came from all directions, it was impossible to keep a quiet environment to fall asleep. 　　"What the hell kind of life is this damn living!" Becoming irritated, Lucien couldn't help but burst out a foul mouth, feeling that he was already having a bit of a mental breakdown, eating the worst, like black bread fermented with wood chips, wearing the worst, polished skin linen clothes, covered with blankets that weren't very warm and couldn't be seen as to what they were originally made of, and as a result, he couldn't even get the sleep that would temporarily forget all the annoyances and get some peace and quiet, squeaking, squeaking, squeaking, like there were thousands of mice. 　　Lucien gritted his teeth in hatred, listening carefully to the direction from which the rats' voices were coming, since it was all but impossible to fall asleep, he might as well get up and find these rats, kill one or two of them, scare away the others, and swear with a secret curse: 　　"Must get rid of this life as soon as possible!" 　　Listening sideways, Lucien tried to discern the direction from the gnawing sounds. 　　Squeak, squeak, squeak ...... oooh, oooh, oooh ...... 　　Lucien had only just concentrated when he realized that what he was hearing was not a sound made by a mouse, but clearly a burst of eerie, empty, ghostly weeping. 　　Whimpering, whimpering ...... 　　In the quiet late night, there were no more rat grunts or gnawing sounds, only sad, mournful weeping sounds came. 　　Lucien's heart beat violently and violently, his brain was filled with blood, and his senses became extraordinarily sharp, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the doorway, and the sound of the weeping was like singing an ethereal song, seemingly unreal. 　　Rising from the bed with a roll, Lucien subconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining piece of black bread in his hand as a weapon of self-defense, which was hard enough to stun the thief, in terms of hardness, anyway. 　　Knock, knock, whimper ...... Knock, knock, whimper ...... 　　Lucien wondered what the thud-thud-thud was, but immediately realized it was his own heartbeat, it was so violent in his own ears. 　　The eerie wind blew through, Lucien's hand gripped the black bread tightly, and he couldn't hold back the fear that flooded his heart, "This is a world with magic and divine magic, could it be a real grudge ghost?" 　　Fortunately, after experiencing the crossing over, coupled with witnessing the divine magic during the day as well as the frightening and scary experience of the living being burned to death, Lucien did not go weak in this horrible atmosphere, his mind blank, his spirit tensed while slowing down his breathing, forcing himself to calm down. 　　Moving step by step towards the door, Lucien discerned the direction from which the sound of crying came. 　　The sound of crying was full of desolation, so obvious in the late night that became very quiet, but the surrounding neighbors seemed to be all lost in a dream, and none of them made any semblance of movement. 　　"The cry, it seems to be coming from under the right wall." The closer Lucien got to the door, the clearer the cries became, "Wait, isn't the right side of my house the residence of the witch who was burned to death?" 　　Lucien was stunned for a moment, "Wasn't her residence burned down by the church? Could there be hidden cellars or secret chambers where her grudge and other things are hidden." 　　Thinking of hidden chambers, Lucien, who had read many novels, immediately flashed words such as "strange encounters", "treasures", and "magical notes" in his mind, and a little bit of greed couldn't help but appear in his heart. A little bit of greed appeared in his heart. 　　Whimpering, whimpering, whimpering ...... 　　The sound of crying seemed to become a bit mournful, causing Lucien to involuntarily shiver and clear his head, "Even if there are treasures and magical notes, that's still within the guardianship of this weeping grudge." 　　"I'm just an ordinary person who just recovered from a major illness, and it's not like I know how powerful this world's grievous spirits are and what their shortcomings are, what can I take against the grievous spirits?" 　　"Maybe I'll be mesmerized, killed, or possessed by the Grievous Spirit!" 　　After coming to his senses, Lucien analyzed his own situation, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, if he was blinded by greed and overwhelmed by a strange encounter, and rashly went to look for it, then nine times out of ten, he would be buried down there. 　　"But we can't wait like this, who knows if the grudge spirits will run up." Lucien's mind spun rapidly, thinking of countermeasures. 　　Hohan, Lucien had a flash of light and thought of the power he could use, so he carefully leaned towards the door, fearing that a spiteful spirit would violently appear from behind or in front of him, while the black bread was drenched in the sweat of Lucien's palm. 　　Pulling the wooden door open a little, Lucien's forehead was covered in cold sweat. 　　The wooden door was half-open, outside the night was deep and a cold wind rolled in. 　　Lucien took a step out of the room and saw a little light in the distance. 　　Front and back, left and right, up and down, no grievous spirits appeared, and after coming out from inside the house, the ghost cries had become very small and blurred, Lucien relaxed a little, took a deep breath, took another breath, and then shouted out: 　　"There are ghosts! There are ghosts harming people!" 　　The voice was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled, not realizing that his shouting with all his might had this effect. 　　"Woof woof woof," the wild dogs barked furiously in fear. 　　While listening to this, Lucien scrambled towards the Adejean Church, the matter of purifying the spirits should of course be done professionally! 　　Moreover, as a neighbor of the witch, he is likely to be watched by the church, if it is the original Lucien, of course, there is nothing to do with it, but he is hiding the secret of the crossing, the slightest relaxation will reveal the cloven foot, this time, he took the initiative to go to the church to seek help, and it is about the witch's business, it is just the right time to clear the suspicion, to gain the church's trust, and do not have to worry about being the attention of the church anymore. 　　Church people greedy witch treasure to kill themselves to silence and planted the possibility, Lucien also thought of, that's why he shouted that there are ghosts to wake up everyone. 　　In his haste, Lucien only thought of these aspects, there is no way to miss everything and cover everything. 　　The Church of Adejean wasn't far away, and soon Lucien saw the building glowing with faint yellow candlelight. 　　At the entrance to the church stood two guards in silver lockjaw armor, and when they saw Lucien run up to them, one held out his hand, motioning for him to stop, while the other had his longsword half-drawn and poised, always making it dangerous in the middle of the night. 　　"What are you doing in the church?" The guard with the outstretched hand asked. 　　Lucien's voice dripped with tension without having to pretend, "There's a ghost, I heard a ghost crying, it's coming from the house where the witch who was burned today lived!" 　　The guard looked equally alarmed upon hearing this, he did not doubt Lucien's words, such things were beyond the judgement of a trainee knight squire such as himself, so he told Desien to stay where he was, watched over by another guard, while he himself turned and walked into the church to inform the priest of this night's vigil, the sound of armor clashing slowly diminishing from nearer to farther away. 　　A few minutes later, the young priest, dressed in a long white robe, walked out of the church with the guards. 　　He had a full head of blonde hair, his face was thin, and he maintained a characteristic rhythm between his walks, appearing elegant, "I am Reverend Benjamin, you will repeat the matter of the ghost." 　　In front of Reverend Benjamin. The two guards stood quietly, not daring to make any movements for fear that the sound from the armor would interfere with Lord Benjamin's questioning. 　　Lucien told the story of how he found the ghost crying, how he thought of the church, and how he dealt with it without any trouble, with a sincere and respectful attitude. 　　Benjamin listened well and a little soft smile appeared on his face, "Very good, you did well, being able to overcome your fear to report to the church just shows your devotion to the Lord." 　　He praised Lucien for a few words and turned his head to the guards, "Thomson, call Gary, Paul and the four of them out, that witch is just a magical apprentice, there is no need to alarm the Lord Bishop." 　　"Yes, Lord Benjamin." Thomson didn't say anything more, Lord Benjamin is a formal priest, although he is only of the first rank, but dealing with magic traps and informal magic left behind by the magic apprentice is no problem at all, the gap between the two is even bigger than that between a knight and a high ranked knight squire, just like the gap between a formal priest and a high ranked trainee priest, no matter it is in terms of status, or in terms of strength. 　　Benjamin asked Lucien a few more questions and learned his name, until four guards who were also wearing silver lock armor, but with a sense of strength and gave far more oppressive force than Thomson, rushed over. 　　Outside the witch's burned hut, a crowd had gathered far and wide, candle flames like starlight, dotted to accompany the silver moon in the sky. 　　It was only at this time that Lucien realized that the moon in this world was silver. 　　The cacophony of exchanging words and trepidation disappeared all at once upon seeing Benjamin coming over, penetrating with a sense of reassurance, gradually gathering around and talking quietly. 　　"I didn't hear any ghosts." 　　"Whether there is or isn't, it's good for the priest-sama to come over and do a purification." 　　Lucien listened carefully and realized that he could still hear the faint sound of crying, but why couldn't everyone else hear it? 　　Benjamin did not look a bit different and faintly said to Lucien, "There is indeed a grumbling spirit." 　　Obviously he heard the crying. 　　The four guards followed and nodded, indicating that they had heard it as well.