Chapter 8 Basement

When Glenn returned home, he smelled a little and was sure that the black crow had come.

He took out the key from under a stone and opened the door of his house.

Everything was put behind the door. He knew that the black crow might not go in. He just put down the things and left directly.

It's really easy to do things... With a sigh in his heart, Glen picked up something and went into the room.

He had to find a way to keep the pork he got in the morning for a longer time. There is no refrigerator in the world, so he decided to use the traditional method, that is, bacon.

The world seems to have frozen magic. If you have a chance, you have to understand it, so that you don't have to worry about the freshness of food... Glenn's mind is divergent, and he deals with the things in the kitchen little by little.

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Today, after experiencing unforgettable despair, Leila couldn't imagine how she should face life after losing her mother. Fortunately, a kind gentleman saved her life.

"My child, you must thank that kind gentleman. In such a world, there are very few people like him." Leila's mother, Mrs. Deli, patted Leila's hand and said, "I'm sure that you are a girl who knows how to repay kindness."

"Okay, mom, I'll find out where the town of Bayek is tomorrow. If possible, I'll call my friends together." Leila replied to her mother in a gentle tone.

"Well, just pay attention to etiquette. Your friends should not do anything that makes a bad impression."

"Don't worry, Mom, they are all very polite people."

While talking to her mother, Leila consciously recalled her impression of Glenn.

It was a thin young man who seemed to be not much older than himself. Compared with the people around him, he had a different temperament. His eyes were always calm and his clothes were as simple as himself. He was such a person, but she always reminded her unconsciously.

I always feel that he is a little different. What on earth is it... Just as Leila was gradually distracted, her mother's words brought her thoughts back.

"Maybe we should think about moving..."

There was fatigue on my mother's haggard face.

"Are you going to move again?" Leila is a little difficult to accept. She has lived here for several years and has met many friends and neighbors. Moving means separating from everything she knows.

Before that, they had moved twice, and each time they had to re-adapt to the environment, which was unfair to a fifteen-year-old girl.

"You know, your father found us again. He almost killed me today. I don't know what would have happened if there were police patrols nearby." Mrs. Deli held Leila's hand with both hands, with heartache in her eyes.

"I know, mom..." Leila looked at her mother's face, and looked at the heartache in her eyes. Obviously, her mother was the one who was hurt. What was her own grievance?

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It was very late when I came back yesterday, and I was dealing with the kitchen, so Glen didn't wake up until eleven o'clock in the morning.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the window on the second floor, and saw the old neighbor coming back from outside the town with a Rowener cub in his arms.

This old man really likes dogs! Glen lay down by the window and greeted him, "Good neighbor! Where did you buy the dog? It looks pretty good!"

Suddenly hearing such a loud sound on the quiet street of Bayek Town, the old man was shocked. He looked at the source of the sound viciously. Seeing that it was Glen, his expression stiffened, and then he hummed and ignored it.

Glenn smiled, then returned home and began to wash.

Suddenly thinking of something, he whistled out of the window, and then a giant beast rushed out of the fog in the distance and soon came to Glen's house.

The beast squatted down, with a quiet posture of waiting for orders, and there was a focused light in its slightly glowing eyes.

"Go to the forest outside the town to guard. If you meet a girl, protect her in the dark." Glenn poked his head out and ordered.

The beast's body seemed to be straight, as if it had saluted, which made people think that if it could speak, it would say: Yes, Sir.

Then it rushed out of the town like the wind.

Today, Glen wants to remodel the furnishings in the room, especially the fireplace. Because it is closed, it can't be smoked, so it has to be changed.

Glen just began to smash the corner of the fireplace made of bricks and stones. With his keen ears, he immediately heard something wrong with the sound coming from below.

He put down the tool hammer and gently knocked on the bottom plate.

Dongdong...

After some exploration, he found the location of the strange sound. Although it was very subtle, he did find it.

Is the bottom empty? Glen's face was a little surprised. The original owner did not mention it when introducing that the house also had a basement and so on.

Out of curiosity, Glen searched the house to find out if there was an entrance to go down. As a last resort, he didn't want to destroy his floor.

In my heart, the living board door hidden under a large wooden cabinet in the cluttered room was found.

The living board door is covered with rusty chains, and it can be seen that the perpetrator is very reluctant to let anyone in.

It's just that this is the same for Glen. He just used the werewolf's strength to tear the chain and open the living door.

There are wooden stairs extending down.

A rotten breath came from below. Glen, who had a keen sense of smell, frowned, but he would not retreat.

I found a kerosene lantern at home. After lighting it, I gently went down the wooden stairs under the living board door.

When he stepped on the ground, Glen saw the scene here clearly in the light.

First, I saw countless mice squeaking and hiding in the darkness, and then several old bookshelves, the books on which had been gnawed and tattered.

On a rotten wooden round table, there are debris, like glass bottles and cans scattered under the table, which have been broken, and the liquid inside has also leaked.

Glenn strode around the basement, and his mouth kept making a sound. He never thought that there was such a place under his house.

I casually took a good book from the bookshelf and turned it over.

"What is the second substitute of Hall Mogen... Fayin..." Glen read a paragraph with struggle, and finally finished the book and complained in Chinese, "Damn! What are you writing? I can't understand it!"

Putting the book back on the bookshelf and flipping through the debris on the round table, it was full of drafts, containers and so on, nothing noteworthy, so he continued to explore the basement.

Because it's not big here, it will be explored soon.

To Glenn's great disasas, there is almost nothing valuable here.

But just now he found that there was another door and pinned his hope behind that door.

I hope there are some good things in it... Standing in front of the door, Glen took a deep breath.

The door is made of dark brown wood, with simple patterns on it, and the door frame is surrounded by runes.

There is something like a clock directly above, but this thing has only one pointer, and the disk surface has five areas with strange writing, which are evenly distributed on the disk surface.

Now the pointer is referring to the area directly above.

Turning the doorknob, with a click, the door slowly opened. What Glenn did not notice was that the moment he opened the door, the text pointed to by the disc pointer above lit up slightly.