In the reception room at the door, Jacques and the others were chatting boredly.

Emma frowned and said, "Sister Marianne, you really defeated the ghost!"

"Of course, just let me find it! I shot a ghost to death in my countryhouse at the age of fifteen, and a simple ice pick was solved!" said Marianne proudly.

Emma relieved herself a little, in terms of strength, the Awakened One's peak self is even stronger than the current Marianne.

Marianne picked on Emma's outfit again, reached out to untie Emma's ponytail, and spread her hair out: "Well, it's much better now, tie up your hair and look younger, are you eighteen? Your outfit will lose points in social places. ”

Lily interjected and said, "Our Castile social age is twenty-one, and we can't officially participate in social balls and drinking parties at the age of eighteen, and we must have a coming-of-age ceremony at twenty-one before we can participate in social gatherings and wait for suitors to come to the door." ”

"Tsk, your Jacques is only eighteen. ”

"He's not a nobleman, and I'm ...... I'm not a noble lady either. According to the law eighteen, you can get married. ”

"Sister Marianne, my family is also a commoner, so you don't have to meet you through social situations...... Men's. ”

While they were still chatting, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked out of the house with several men and women dressed as waiters and maids, and when he passed by the reception room, the middle-aged man stopped and asked the waiter beside him, "Who are they? Why are they still in the main house?"

The waiter next to him replied, "Tell the chief butler, I just heard from the receptionist Chaman that they are the guests of the eldest young master." ”

Through the glass window, the butler Lupin could only see Marianne's back, the gorgeous off-the-shoulder long skirt, and her slender figure, but it just happened to block Jacques who was sitting opposite Marianne.

Lu Pin asked, "What about Chaman, let him take the people away and take them to the eldest young master's courtyard!"

"Well, the butler, he wasn't here just now, and he may have gathered at the stables. ”

"Oh, then you can take them to the eldest young master's courtyard. Remember not to let the master see it, you can't add more troubles to the master at this time. ”

"Understood!"

The waiter stayed, and the others hurried out to the stables to assemble, and they would not return until the dust had settled on the ghost hunting in the main house.

The waiter pushed open the door to the reception room and said, "Come with me, a few of you." By the way, Miss, your guards can't enter the courtyard later, only women. ”

Everyone was wondering, but they heard a terrible scream coming from the mansion!

The waiter's face turned pale in an instant, and he thought, "Oh no! Why did you come so early!"

How could he bother to show the way for Jacques and the others, turned around and escaped from the small door of the reception room, ran out of the door with a puff of smoke, ran down the stairs quickly, and disappeared into the garden in a blink of an eye.

Jacques stood at the door and looked at the waiter's back, turned around and said, "It seems that the ghost is in this house, let's go catch the ghost!"

Marianne excitedly raised her small fist with long lace gloves and said, "Let's go!"

Following the direction from which the screams came, Jacques and the others went deep into the mansion.

......

The main home of the Benafort family is a square, six-story masonry building.

The stairwells are at the east and west ends, and on the ground floor are the rooms for the servants and the security guards, as well as the kitchen, utility room, and wine cellar.

On the first floor where Jacques and others are located, there is a banquet hall that can accommodate a banquet of 100 people or a large ball, and the banquet hall with a ceiling of more than ten meters also occupies part of the second and third floors.

The second and third floors are mostly various functional rooms: magnificent reception rooms, elegant piano rooms, painting studios, fitness rooms with strange facilities, serious offices, libraries, leisure chess and card rooms, small lounges, etc.

The fourth and fifth floors are relatively private, with several master rooms facing the garden and opposite rooms, as well as saunas, massage rooms, and clothing rooms.

With such a big house and so many rooms, it naturally needs the assistance of many mercenaries to seal it off.

Unbeknownst to Jacques and the others, the place they were heading for was the entrance to the cellar.

Although the Benafort family transferred all the fragile and easily lost things to the back house, and the handicrafts, famous paintings, rare books, gold and silver utensils collected by the owner were all removed from the main house, the wine in the wine cellar was still quietly stored there without a place to move.

Ten minutes ago, two lucky people were assigned to patrol the wine cellar, very unfortunately, these two lucky people happened to be heavy drinkers, and as soon as they entered the wine cellar, they were like rats entering a rice tank.

One of them pulled out a bottle of tequila, opened it with a flick of his fingers, and took a big sip: "Poof! Oak barrels have been sealed for more than ten years in a premium wine! Amber! Sweet! Aftertaste with some coffee flavor! Strong enough! I knew that the old money of the Eighteen Lines had this kind of good thing!"

The other was dealing with a red wine barrel, poking a small hole with a dagger, and this water transcendent directly pulled out a red wine line and flew into his mouth: "Wine from the south of the Authentic Empire! Castilian goods......! The taste is more mellow, and it is not produced in rainy areas near the sea, but in the Lante region. Compared to this, the Stuart blends that I drank in the 'flower of my heart' before were all foot-washing water! Sammy, that profiteer, really doesn't have anything good for free!"

The two quickly poured a lot of wine, although according to the mercenary's ethics, they should not do such a thing, but the two knew very well that what they were doing now was something that no one saw, and even if the master found out afterwards, they would not be held accountable, and some people's morality only existed in the sun.

Unfortunately, the two lucky ones quickly ran out of luck, and a dark shadow slowly seeped out from the ceiling, gradually forming the silhouette of a person. At this time, both of them were tasting wine, enjoying the pleasure of the wine, and did not notice that there was a black figure above their heads, hanging on all fours on the ceiling, and their heads twisted at a strange angle, bent and drooping, looking at them with two points of ghostly light.

The guy who drank tequila tilted his head and poured the last bit of wine in the bottle into his mouth, and through the empty glass bottle, he seemed to see something strange, and the hand holding the bottle was put down, and the thing in front of him immediately became clear.

A huge brown bear was hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking at him with small eyes, and he immediately remembered the strange beast that slapped his companion to death more than ten years ago when he and his companion were hunting in the northern forest.

Syllable!

The bottle hit the ground, the glass splattered in all directions, but the frightened man could not move, not even shout.

At this time, his companion was looking for the next victim in a row of barrels, and his mouth was still muttering: "Cabernet Sauvignon, well, the second one I want to drink something strong! Don't throw bottles, we want to be drinkers with attitude!"

He didn't know that behind him, the companion who had no attitude was trembling, the strength in his body was constantly draining, and the muscles that had been strong were drying up at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye.

The giant bear is putting its paws on the victim's shoulders, and the bear's mouth is close to the victim's face like a kiss, greedily sucking his life force.

In just over twenty seconds, the victim's emaciated legs finally became a shriveled body, and as soon as the bear's claws were released, he knelt down on both legs and leaned back.

The sound of the fall finally alarmed the wine connoisseur, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a giant bear crouching beside his fallen companion, and he immediately understood that he had met a "ghost", and trembled from his pocket to take out the whistle.

However, the bear turned his head to meet his eyes, and in an instant he transformed into a knight in black armor, and the knight with a spear in his hand rode across the small cellar and stabbed the spear into his abdomen.

With the whistle still in his hand, the wine connoisseur couldn't figure out why he didn't have time to do a simple whistle action, and was even more surprised why he didn't dodge the knight's charge, and he didn't seem to dodge the attack of the black-armored knight two years ago, but that time he was lucky that the spear hit his shoulder, and he recovered quickly afterwards.

The sharp pain in his abdomen made him scream, but when his eyes met the eyes of the black-armored knight again, the screams stopped abruptly, and he became unable to do anything again, and his strength soon flowed down the tip of the spear like water.

As he was dying, the wine connoisseur seemed to hear a pleasant female voice coming from the stairs of the wine cellar: "Emma, you can use the hand of darkness later, just catch the ghost, and we can easily kill it......"

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