Chapter 325 Box
Sol did not interrupt Sander, listening quietly to his story from beginning to end.
When Sander spoke his last word, Sol stood up from his seat.
"Since that's the case, let's go over there now."
"Ah?" Sander was taken aback.
"Lord?" The attendant hurried forward, originally intending to offer a word of dissuasion, but seeing Sol's expression, he immediately changed his tone, "Please allow us to accompany you. If you like the house, we can help you tidy it up."
"No need." Sol refused the attendant's suggestion to follow.
Judging from Sander's mental state and the abnormality about him, this fellow had indeed encountered trouble.
The others hadn't seen it, most likely because the wraith had already latched onto Sander, leaving no room to bother with anyone else.
Some wraiths are quite particular about who they harm, generally not shifting targets until their current object of torment dies.
And once they've killed enough people, and their soul power is replenished, coupled with further corruption, they may become evil spirits.
This is probably the lifelong pursuit of many irrational wraiths.
A conscious wraith must contain a good number of soul fragments, which is perfect, as Sol's reserves have been somewhat depleted recently; he can go and replenish his stock.
Of course, more importantly, the house that Sander mentioned perfectly meets all of Sol's requirements.
Sol brought Sander to the lakeside cabin together in the academy's carriage.
It was even closer to the wizard's tower than the Outpost Town, and because it was hidden in the mountains and forests, it was difficult to find. It's unknown who would have built a house in such a place in the first place.
The house was built using local materials, mostly wooden structures, but Sol found stones shaped by wizardry in some corners.
"It seems the person who originally built this house was a wizard. Perhaps a wizard apprentice who wanted to live in seclusion away from the town."
Sol went to the door, waiting for Sander to shakily climb down from the carriage.
The mushroom coachman drove very fast, specializing in shortening what would have been a half-day journey to two hours.
Having never ridden in a life-or-death speed carriage before, Sander was scared pale, but because a wizard was sitting opposite him, he stubbornly endured without uttering a single scream.
But as soon as he got out of the carriage, Sander, who had been somewhat listless, immediately straightened his body, walking down from the carriage with the air of a nobleman.
In fact, the clothes he wore were of good quality, just a bit old. He didn't have any servants by his side, and living so far away, he didn't even have his own carriage. He seemed like one of those nobles who had fallen on hard times for many years.
"It's here, Lord." Sander stepped forward, wanting to help Sol open the door, but saw the lock on the door open automatically.
He was startled, and just as he was about to jump up and shout that there was a ghost, he saw Sol stroll inside.
Only then did Sander remember that, according to rumors, wizards didn't need keys to open doors.
He looked at the suddenly opened door and the dim hall, feeling somewhat hesitant.
Sunlight shone through the doorway onto the old wooden floor, forming a somewhat indistinct boundary line between light and darkness.
Like the distance between life and death.
Sander clearly didn't want to enter the haunted house, and the little wizard's figure was about to blend into the darkness.
Coming to a haunted house with a wizard didn't make Sander feel confident. On the contrary, the "human aura" on the other party was rapidly disappearing when they left the Outpost Town in the carriage.
Sander's face was pale, half from being frightened by the speed of the speeding carriage, and half from being intimidated by the aura around the wizard in front of him.
In fact, he could have waited for Sol to inspect the room, and after confirming that there were no problems, come out and sign the house transfer and lease agreement with him.
But Sander's eyes shifted, and not knowing what he was thinking, he still mustered his courage and stepped inside.
At this time, Sol had already finished browsing the first floor and went up to the second floor.
The stairs, which had not been maintained for a long time, were already somewhat damp, and would creak when walked on.
Sol walked around the first floor and didn't see any soul fragments or wraiths. Indeed, as the attendant at the Traveler's Rest had said, it had been cleaned inside and out.
But according to Sander's description, the wraiths here could already affect actual objects, so they should have taken shape and have some awareness. Ordinary people's methods can only deal with some contaminated soul fragments; more powerful wraiths require wizardly means.
Given the current cleanliness of the wooden house, it obviously didn't reach the point of being haunted.
Sol stepped onto the second floor, at which point he heard someone moving on the first floor.
"Did Sander just come in?" He tilted his head and glanced down, seeing a tiptoeing, cautious figure, and smiled lightly, continuing to inspect the rooms.
The second floor was divided into three rooms, two small and one large.
But the bed was in the smallest room. Each room only had a small air vent, as if the person who originally built the house preferred darkness and hated sunlight.
The largest room was empty, with only a wardrobe with half a door missing.
But when Sol squatted down to check, he found many old marks on the ground.
"Many cabinets and tables should have been placed here… just like the导师's laboratories."
Sol stood up, gently waving his hands, and the dust accumulated over the past few days was swept up and sent out of the room through the air vent.
When the room became clean and new, the traces of furniture that had been placed on the ground became even more obvious.
"Looking at this layout, it's very similar to Instructor Katz's laboratory. The person who built this house was indeed a wizard apprentice."
Sol was very satisfied, and he even planned to rearrange the laboratory according to the layout on the ground.
"I just don't know if the original owner of this house, like me, was preparing to build a temporary foothold outside the tower, or a student who was expelled from the wizard's tower and could only live here."
Just now, Sol's witchcraft opened the room's air vent, and some of the outside air poured in.
The damp smell of fiber mixed with the chirping of unknown insects and birds, creating a sense of idyllic seclusion.
Sol walked to the air vent and looked out, accidentally discovering that from this angle, he could actually see the spire of the wizard's tower.
"Very good, it can basically be determined that it was a student who was expelled from the tower."
After the tour, Sol walked out of the room and went down the old stairs.
The sound quickly startled Sander in the hall, and he hurried to the stairwell, looking up and trying to squeeze out a smile.
Sol noticed that he had just run out of a room.
This person seemed to still be looking for his luggage. He was clearly afraid of ghosts, but he still had to come in to find his luggage.
It seems that there is something very important to him in the luggage.
"Lord, did you see any ghosts?" Sander asked tremblingly.
"No, every room is very clean." Sol shook his head.
"But, but Lord, I really encountered a ghost here, I wouldn't dare lie to you." Sander said anxiously.
"I know." Sol's eyes fell on Sander's neck.
The gray, rotten arm was still wrapped around the other person's neck.
If you use your imagination, the owner of that arm may have wanted to strangle Sander from behind.
"Then, then maybe the ghosts all ran away when they saw you, Lord." Sander's eyes moved left and right at this time, "Lord, did you see a huge wicker box upstairs?"
Sander gestured with his hands.
According to his description, that wicker box was not small.
It felt like it could fit a person.
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