Chapter 3: Deep Night (Completed today at three watches, seeking collection and recommendation)

  It had already happened that he had crossed over, so having another library in his mind wasn't too strange to accept. However, a large part of the books in his mind couldn't be opened and their contents couldn't be seen, which made Lucien very puzzled.

  Strive to remain calm, so that the library in your mind won't be too difficult to "touch" due to excessive emotional fluctuations. Lucien flipped through the books one by one and recorded which ones could be opened and which ones couldn't.

  "All history books can be opened."

  "Economics textbook, no problem."

  "Art books can also be opened."

  "Textbooks on mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and so on, some can be used, some cannot."

  "Is it because of the different rules of the world that it can't be opened, but when I recall similar knowledge I learned in college, at least to a university level, I can still think of it and it hasn't been blocked."

  The books that can be opened are mainly at the junior and senior high school level, but university libraries will not collect junior and senior high school textbooks. They only have some scattered teaching and research materials and corresponding medieval thesis data for students to refer to.

  The library had a lot of books. Lucien only flipped through a small part and found these problems, but he didn't dare to be sure and couldn't understand the reason.

  Lucien's body is very weak after a serious illness, and his mental state is not good. After continuously browsing through many books, his mind is already in a daze, and he can no longer feel the library.

  Propping himself up to get back into bed, Lucien fell fast asleep, replenishing his energy and recovering his health so he could face tomorrow with a clear mind. Lucien wouldn't forget that all he had left was one black bread roll - survival always came first.

  He was woken up by the intermittent squeaking sounds and the sharp, ear-piercing gnawing of wood that entered Lucien's ears, who had just dreamed of a lot of delicious food and a warm, soft big bed.

  "Mouse?"

  Lucien, who was in a deep sleep, turned over drowsily, ready to continue sleeping soundly, but the mouse's grinding teeth on the wood and stone grew louder and more piercing, making Lucien, whose senses were keen at night, toss and turn, unable to fall asleep again.

  After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound still didn't stop. Lucien had no choice but to pull up the blanket and cover his ears, but the sound seemed to have penetrating power, coming from all directions, making it impossible to maintain a quiet environment to fall asleep.

  "What the hell kind of life is this!" Lucien, who had become irritable, couldn't help but blurt out a curse. He felt like he was already going crazy, eating the worst-tasting black bread that seemed to be fermented with wood shavings, wearing the most uncomfortable hemp clothes that chafed his skin, and covered in a blanket that didn't keep him warm and looked like it had been made from some unknown material. Even sleep, which could temporarily make him forget all his troubles, was not peaceful, with the sound of squeaking, squeaking, like thousands of mice.

  Lucien gritted his teeth and listened carefully to the direction of the mouse sounds. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well get up and find those mice, kill one or two, scare away the others, and secretly curse and vow:

  "We must get rid of this life as soon as possible!"

  He listened intently, Lucien straining to discern direction from the sounds of gnawing.

  Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak...... Wail wail wail, wail wail wail......

  Lucien concentrated his mind and realized that what he heard was not the sound of a mouse, but a mournful cry that echoed in the empty space.

  Waaah, waaah...

  In the quiet depths of night, there were no more mouse calls or gnawing sounds, only sorrowful and mournful crying voices came through.

  Lucien's heart suddenly began to beat violently, his brain was congested, and his senses became extremely sharp. He seemed to hear the sound of the cold night wind blowing through the door gap, while the crying voice was like singing a fleeting song, seemingly real yet illusory.

  One sprang out of bed, Lucien subconsciously opened the plank box and took the remaining black bread in his hand as a self-defense weapon. In any case, it was hard enough to knock out the thief.

  Dong dong dong, wu wu wu...... Dong dong dong, wu wu wu......

  Lucien was wondering what that thumping sound was, but soon realized it was his own heartbeat, which sounded so intense in his ears.

  The gloomy wind blew by, Lucien tightly grasped the black bread, and his heart couldn't help but stir up fear: "This is a world with magic and divine arts, could it be that vengeful spirits and ghosts really exist?"

  Fortunately, Lucien had experienced the crossing and witnessed the divine technique and the terrifying experience of being burned alive during the day, so he didn't become numb and blank in this terrifying atmosphere. At the same time, he slowed down his breathing and forcibly calmed himself down.

  Lucien moved step by step towards the door, distinguishing the direction from which the crying sound was coming.

  The sound of crying filled the desolate air, in the dead of night that had become very quiet, was so obvious, but the neighbors around seemed to have all lost themselves in their dreams, without a single person making any noise.

  "These wails seem to be coming from under the wall on the right." Lucien approached the door, and the crying grew clearer. "Wait a minute, isn't my house's neighbor to the right where the witch who was burned to death lived?"

  Lucien was taken aback: "Wasn't her residence burned down by the church? Is there still a hidden cellar or secret room, hiding her vengeful spirit and other things?"

  The thought of a hidden chamber flashed through Lucien's mind, and words like "adventure", "treasure" and "magic notes" suddenly appeared in his heart, with a hint of greed that he couldn't help but feel.

  Waaah, waaah...

  The wailing sound seemed to become even more mournful, causing Lucien to shudder involuntarily, his mind suddenly clearing up, "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, they are still under the guard of this crying vengeful spirit."

  "I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and I don't even know how powerful the vengeful spirits are or what their weaknesses are, so what can I use to deal with them?"

  "You might be possessed by a vengeful spirit, killed or have one attach itself to you!"

  After sobering up, Lucien analyzed his own situation and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. If he was blinded by greed and confused by the strange encounter, he would probably end up dead if he rashly went to search for it.

  "But we can't just wait like this, who knows if the vengeful spirit will come up." Lucien's brain was racing with countermeasures.

  Suddenly, Lucien's eyes lit up as he thought of a power that could be borrowed, and he carefully approached the door, afraid that a resentful spirit would suddenly appear behind or in front of him. The black bread was soaked with sweat from Lucien's palm.

  He slightly pushed open the wooden door, and Lucien's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

  The wooden door was half open, outside the night was deep and dark, with cold wind swirling around.

  Lucien stepped out of the house and saw a glimmer of light in the distance.

  Front, back, left, right, up and down, no vengeful spirits appeared, and after coming out of the house, the ghost's crying voice had become very small and vague. Lucien relaxed a bit, took a deep breath, then another, and then shouted loudly:

  "There's a ghost! A ghost is harming people!"

  The voice was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled, and he didn't expect that shouting with all his might would have this effect.

  "Woof woof woof", the wild dogs were frightened and started barking loudly.

  While listening to these, Lucien hurriedly ran to the Adrien Church, and the purification of vengeful spirits must be done by professionals!

  Moreover, as a neighbor of the witch, it's likely that she'll be kept under surveillance. If it were the original Lucien, there wouldn't be any problem, but since she's hiding her transmigration secret, if she relaxes even slightly, she'll reveal her true nature. This time, by going to the church seeking help and coincidentally about witch-related matters, she can clear herself of suspicion and gain the trust of the church, no longer needing to worry about being monitored by them.

  The possibility that the church people were greedy for the witch's treasure, killed themselves and framed others, Lucien also thought of it, so he shouted loudly that there was a ghost to wake up everyone.

  In his haste, Lucien could only think of these few aspects and had no way to be thorough and comprehensive.

  The Adrien Church was not far away, and soon Lucien saw the building shining with a faint yellow candlelight.

  Two guards in silver plate armor stood at the entrance of the church, and when Lucien ran over, one stretched out his hand to stop him, while the other half-drew his long sword, poised for action. Midnight always made people feel a sense of danger.

  "What brings you to the church?" asked the guard who had stretched out his hand.

  Lucien's voice was tense without trying to be: "There are ghosts, I heard the ghost crying, it came from the house where the female witch who was burned to death today lived!"

  The guard, similarly startled, did not suspect Lucien's words; such matters were beyond the judgment of a novice knight-squire like himself. He left Lucien in place, watched by another guard, and turned to enter the church, reporting to tonight's vigil priest. The sound of armor clashing grew fainter from near to far.

  A few minutes later, a young pastor wearing a white robe came out of the church with the guards.

  He had a head of golden hair, a thin face, and moved with a peculiar rhythm that made him look elegant: "I am Pastor Benjamin, tell me about the ghost again."

  In front of Pastor Benjamin. Two guards stood quietly, not daring to make any movement, fearing that the sound of their armor would disturb Pastor Benjamin's interrogation.

  Lucien recounted in detail how he discovered the ghost's wailing, what made him think of the church and how he handled it, with a sincere and respectful attitude.

  Benjamin listened well, a hint of gentle smile on his face: "Very good, you did well, being able to overcome fear and report to the church, it just shows your piety towards the Lord."

  He nodded at Lucien a few times, turned his head to the guard and said: "Thompson, call out Gary, Paul and the four of them. The female witch is just an apprentice in magic, no need to disturb Bishop."

  "Yes, Reverend Benjamin." Tomson didn't say much more. Reverend Benjamin was a formal priest after all, and although he was only first-class, he had no problem dealing with the magical traps and informal magic left behind by the magical apprentices. The difference between them was even greater than that between knights and high-ranking knight attendants, just like the difference between formal priests and high-ranking apprentice priests, whether in terms of status or actual ability.

  Benjamin asked Lucien a few more questions, learning his name until four men wearing silver cuirasses but with an aura of power and intimidation far surpassing Tomson's guards arrived.

  Outside the little cottage that had been burned down by the witch, people gathered from far and wide, the candles shining like starlight, twinkling alongside the silver moon in the sky.

  It was at this time that Lucien discovered that the moon of this world was silver in color.

  The whispers and anxious murmurs ceased as soon as Benjamin approached, replaced by a sense of relief. They gradually gathered around him, quietly discussing something among themselves.

  "I didn't hear any ghostly voices."

  "Whether it's there or not, it would be better if Reverend came over and performed a purification ritual."

  Lucien listened carefully and found that he could still hear a faint cry, but why couldn't anyone else hear it?

  Benjamin showed no surprise and replied calmly to Lucien, "Indeed, there is a vengeful spirit."

  Apparently he heard the crying sound.

  The four guards nodded in unison, indicating they had also heard it.