In addition to the three-storey independent loft, the three rooms on the second floor are in the best condition.

In particular, the south-facing master bedroom in the center of the room, living in this kind of room, almost makes people forget that this is a military camp.

When Ezek was tidying up his room in the afternoon, he found a few buttons of similar size but different colors in the cabinet in the utility room, and then he took out four, red for the master bedroom, yellow for the young master's room, blue for the guest room, and black for any of the three rooms downstairs.

Charles made a prize box out of steel, grabbed a few buttons and threw them in, and beckoned a few people to form a table.

"Who's coming first?"

"I'll do it first!" Hawke was the first to raise his hand, clearly interested in the little game.

He reached out in the box with great interest, who knew that what he touched, who knew that it was a black button, and a pair of stubby little eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

"Okay, I'm worried that this staircase won't be able to withstand you going up and down every day. Ezek gloated.

Hawke's instantaneous change of face amused everyone, and Charles also asked with a smile: "Come on, big man, you can choose one of the three rooms on the first floor." ”

"That'...... It's the closest one to the dining room, and it's close to the door. Hawke was a little depressed, he had hoped to get to the master bedroom.

Hawke is out, and the remaining three are eager to try.

"Oh, it looks like everyone wants to get to the master bedroom......"

Freya looked at the other two who were bound to win, and her slender eyebrows raised slightly:

"So, the person who drew the master bedroom will go outside and set up a sentry tonight to celebrate?"

"Okay. ”

"No problem!"

"And who's next?" asked Freya, dragging her cheeks.

Charles didn't declare war, he directly reached out and fished out, and nervously glanced at it in front of his eyes, looking like a gambler who opened cards:

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm standing still today. ”

I saw him grin, stretched out his hand, and sure enough, a red button was lying safely in his hand.

The biggest jackpot was revealed in advance, and Freya and Ezek lost interest and hastily pulled the remaining two buttons.

Ezek drew to the guest bedroom, where he guarded the staircase to the third floor, and he was quite satisfied.

The last young master's room is naturally owned by Freya.

After a few months of barracks life, her requirements for accommodation have dropped a lot, and this room in the southeast corner is the size of two barracks, and it also faces the large balcony on the east side, which is not much worse than the master bedroom.

And best of all, it never seemed to be inhabited.

Among the several people, she was the first to touch this house, and when she first used air currents to clean the house, she found that although there were all the tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets in this room, all the drawers and cabinets were empty.

After allocating the room, Val's dinner was delivered.

"Captain, it's time to eat. Hawke took the lunch box and called to Cecilia who was asleep.

Seeing that she didn't react, Azek patted Cecilia worriedly: "Cecilia, let's sleep after eating......"

In the past, don't talk about waiting for someone to call, just smell the smell of rice, and it's time to wake up.

Could it be that the food in the foreign barracks is not fragrant enough?

Charles vaguely felt that something was wrong, but seeing that her breathing and pulse were not abnormal, she was indeed just sleeping deeply.

So he turned to the two of them and said, "It seems that she is really tired, let her leave a portion of the meal, there is a kitchen here, she wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, and she can eat it hot." ”

"Then send her back to her room first, in case she catches a cold, it won't be good. Freya suggested.

So they sent Cecilia to the attic, and then began to eat.

After a brief dinner, everyone went back to their rooms and settled down.

After Charles tidied up a little, he honestly took the hammer, went to the courtyard to light a few oil lamps, and began to stand guard tonight.

Looking at the foot of the mountain from this half-mountain platform, the entire foreign barracks can be seen, the lights in the camp are lit, and the soldiers are still busy in the charred barracks.

Charles walked around the dormitory a few times, and found that all around was densely stuffed with all kinds of vines and plants, and this kind of environment, even if he put on jungle weapons, it was difficult to move an inch.

"Mebis, what the hell do you think is going on here?"

"According to common sense, plants cannot survive at this density, and trees should have been strangled to death long ago by such dense entanglements of lianas. Mebis's voice rang faintly in his ears.

Charles also found it strange: "But you see, these trees are obviously alive and well, and they still have the strength to stretch their branches so far. ”

Apparently while Charles was doing his physical work, Mebis began to study the trees and vines, and his guess was that there had been a battle here at least one powerful wood elemental mage.

The only reason why plants can grow so uncharacteristically and so crazy is because the wood elemental has received some kind of command.

It's just that Val said that this manor has been abandoned for many years, and this platform in the back mountain has been buried for I don't know how long, looking at the architectural style of the house, it is at least a hundred years ago.

What kind of strong person can make the wood elements here maintain this level of activity after such a long time.

Back under the porch, Charles yawned against the pillars, and was about to take a nap, when he heard Mebis suddenly speak:

"Charles, there's something wrong with this tree!"

He hurriedly took two steps and looked at the nameless tree in the courtyard, only to see that it was still the same with the lush branches he had seen during the day, but it was just ......

Is it so lush?

Covered with brain waves, Charles noticed the problem, the branches of the tree were more than 50 percent more stretched than during the day, and the branch closest to the house did not know when......

It's already in the skylight on the third floor!

Not good, Cecilia!

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Charles's mind, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and cold sweat instantly seeped down his back.

He didn't even bother to enter the door, but as soon as he jumped up and climbed the eaves, he threw himself high into the air, and was about to rush into the attic, only to see Cecilia floating out along the branch that reached into the skylight.

"Cecilia!" Charles, as he was in mid-air, called softly.

But Cecilia did not respond, her eyes closed, her hands quietly hanging at her sides, as if she had not woken up, and still floated all the way to the trees in the courtyard.

"What's wrong with you?" Realizing that Cecilia was not right, Charles turned and jumped lightly onto the branch, blocking her in front of her.

"Let's go... On...", muttered Cecilia, who was blocked out of her way.

Before Charles could hear clearly, he felt a strong wind behind him, and hurriedly turned over to dodge.

I saw a huge branch like a big hand swatting a fly, and it didn't hit with a blow, and it immediately slapped from behind him.

Dodging the blow again, Charles was already pushed back from a distance and fell back to the ground.

Looking up again, Cecilia had already floated in front of the main trunk of the big tree, only to see the trunk quietly wriggling and deforming, gradually condensing a throne.

She sat down with her head held high, her posture elegant, and she actually sat a little soft and charming from the dress of a mercenary, contrary to her old swaggering style, in reserve, revealing a cold and noble disregard for all things.

The branch that had just attacked Charles was crawling at Cecilia's feet, and her eyes were already open, she turned her head a little stiffly, looked at Charles condescendingly, and slowly spoke:

"For ...... What, to get in the way of this seat?"

"What? What are you talking about......

Charles was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and his tone turned cold: "No, you are not Cecilia!

"No one, no one can stop this seat ......"

"Look, you'll regret it..."

"This seat will eventually achieve the ...... of the Dharma"

"It's just ...... One step..."

Cecilia didn't respond to Charles, but suddenly looked up again into the distance, muttering something in her mouth.

This is...... Got a ghost?