Chapter 324 Haunted House
Sol didn't immediately answer the person who came. His gaze swept around, and he noticed many people entering and exiting the first floor lobby. A small number were led by people wearing similar attire, while the majority were acting independently.
During Sol's observation, the man beside him, presumably a hotel attendant, waited quietly.
The man was slightly taller than Sol, so he hunched his neck and bent his back when speaking to Sol.
Sol didn't intentionally leave him hanging. After quickly scanning the area, he followed the attendant's guidance into the lobby.
"I'm looking for a quiet, secluded house, preferably in the suburbs, but no more than half a day's journey from Outpost Town."
The first floor lobby was decorated like a luxurious tavern, but a wide aisle was left in the middle of the hall for people to walk through.
And in the very center of this aisle, a black short-pile carpet was laid.
When Sol walked in, no one else was walking on the carpet except for him.
Even the man who was leading him walked close to the edge of the carpet, but didn't dare step onto it even half a centimeter.
Fortunately, when Sol came in, the lobby was still very lively, and it didn't instantly quiet down because of his entrance, otherwise Sol would have felt a little awkward.
Although he didn't care about other people's gazes, he didn't like being treated like a national treasure all the time.
The attendant guiding Sol leaned his upper body towards him and said in a low voice that he could hear, "We can offer you a variety of options. Please have a seat in a private room, and we will present you with detailed information."
The man led Sol to a place similar to a private room, located at the very back of the lobby.
After Sol went in and sat down, the male attendant was about to call someone to pour water and serve food.
"No need," Sol stopped his unnecessary actions. "I heard that you can fulfill my request the fastest, that's why I came here. How long before I can see your information?"
The smile on the attendant's face turned serious, and he bowed and said, "Within three minutes."
After speaking, he bowed to Sol again, then quickly walked to the door and told the person waiting outside Sol's request.
Just then, a distant argument drifted in through the half-open door.
"...I told you, my luggage is lost in that haunted house! You must help me get it back!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sander, we have already sent people into the house you vacated, and your luggage is not inside."
"Impossible! I was just about to move in, I didn't even open my luggage, and I encountered a ghost! You sold me this house, you must be responsible."
"But Mr. Sander, we have already sent three groups of people into the house, and you were present the last time. You were also clear about the situation at the time. There were no ghosts inside, and your luggage was not there either."
"It must have been hidden by the ghost! I don't care, you must get my luggage back, there are very important things inside! If you lose my luggage, I will tell everyone that you rent out haunted houses to outsiders!"
"Mr. Sander... We sympathize with your experience in the new house. Now we cannot rule out the possibility that your luggage was stolen by other people after you left without closing the door."
"Other people, ha, the house you introduced me to is in the deep mountains and forests, with a lake next to it, and I can't even see the roofs of neighbors around! Are you telling me there could be other people?"
At this time, another voice was already a little impatient.
"Mr. Sander, you requested a secluded environment, no more than half a day's drive from the town, and preferably a lake next to it for you to stroll under the moon! The house we provided absolutely meets your requirements!"
"But I didn't ask for the house to be haunted!"
At first, the voices of the two people were not loud, but wizards have strong mental power and their five senses are much better than ordinary people, so Sol could hear them very clearly.
But soon, the voices of these two people uncontrollably became louder and louder, and it was estimated that everyone in the entire hall could hear them.
At this time, the original male attendant came back with several sheets of paper stacked together, and was about to present them to Sol, but was interrupted.
Sol raised his right hand and pointed outside.
"Sir, I will make them quiet immediately. If you need them to come over and apologize to you..."
"I want the house that Mr. Sander returned. If your procedures haven't been completed yet, please invite him over too."
The attendant was stunned for a moment, but he immediately readjusted his expression and respectfully lowered his head, "No problem, sir."
So, just two minutes later, Sander, with a look of unease, was sitting opposite Sol.
Along with him came the lease agreement that hadn't been signed for cancellation.
"Sir," Sander carefully raised his head, met Sol's gaze, and immediately lowered it again.
Sol, on the other hand, unreservedly scanned Sander's entire body. This Sander, who seemed to be making trouble unreasonably, was actually a gigolo.
The term "gigolo" was a very accurate adjective.
Because the Sander in front of him didn't know what he had smeared on his face, and the effect was only a little more natural than using flour as foundation.
Fortunately, he also knew to use a little flesh-colored powder on his cheeks to make him look a little more normal, otherwise, even if you saw a ghost, you wouldn't know who should be afraid.
He also had long, slightly curly hair that hung down to his shoulders.
However, looking at the attendants' accustomed expressions, Sol knew that this might be a local custom.
"Are you saying that the house you just rented is haunted?" Sol asked.
"Yes, Wizard Sir," Sander didn't dare to look Sol in the eye again, and could only look down at the ground in front of Sol's toes.
"What kind of ghost?"
Sander unconsciously rubbed his fingers together, "I, I didn't see the ghost directly."
After speaking, he seemed afraid that Sol would misunderstand that he was lying, and quickly sped up his speech and continued: "Although I didn't see it directly, there really is a ghost in that house. As soon as I walked in, the door immediately closed. I swear, my clothes didn't catch on the doorknob, and there wasn't even a breeze at the time!"
Perhaps he had been suspected by countless people, Sander explained while narrating, for fear that Sol would also misunderstand him as a liar.
"And when I was going upstairs, someone pulled on my trouser leg. I swear I didn't slip! I really saw a grayish-white hand! Its fingernails were also jet black, and it even tore a hole in my pants at the time."
Next, Sander talked about his encounters in a guest room on the first floor.
What "peering eyes", what "eerie laughter", what "windows that couldn't be closed no matter what".
Sol noticed that the attendant standing at the door listening had impatiently rolled his eyes.
But Sol knew that this man named Sander was not lying.
When he squinted his eyes to look at Sander, he saw a decaying, maggot-infested gray arm hooked around Sander's neck.
Looking at the bones and skin condition of the arm, it should belong to a young girl or a slender boy.
It's just that the elbow and wrist of the rotten arm were hidden in Sander's curly hair, and it was impossible to tell whether there was still a person hanging behind him.
A maggot fell into his collar because of Sander's excited movements, and the latter happened to raise his hand a few seconds later and scratched casually at his chest.
"Sir, everything I said is true, please believe me!"
After narrating everything, Sander finally raised his head and tried hard to stare at Sol with his sincere big eyes, trying to impress the powerful wizard in front of him.
Fifteen minutes late TAT
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