"Now, it's time for us to leave. Clark turned and walked in the opposite direction from the veranda.

Alan saw a boxy door appear inside as she walked through.

Alan hurriedly followed, groping his way through the invisible wall.

On the other side of the door, Alan spotted a staircase.

Walking down the stairs, Alan came to the back of a hidden bush in the courtyard of the manor.

He touched the place he came and went, and found that this illusion was actually one-way, and he could not enter or exit.

Out of the bushes, Alan looked up into the sky, the sunlight shining straight into the balcony on the second floor, completely unrecognizable, and it passed through an invisible secret room.

Alan paid more attention to the book he had just gotten.

"Alan!" came a familiar voice, it was Mr. Harris.

Alan looked over and saw Aunt Josephine standing next to Mr. Harris, looking at him with a complicated expression.

There seems to be lightness and guilt......

"Alan, are you alright? What about the Duke of Night?

The velvet flowers on her hat shivered slightly in the cold wind as she hurried with her steps.

"The Duke of Night is dead and will never be seen again. Alan said.

The harsh afternoon sun made it impossible for Alan to see Aunt Josephine's expression, and he couldn't help but squint.

"Aunt Josephine, you're a vampire, aren't you?" Alan was secretly on guard, revealing his aunt's identity in front of Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris's mouth opened wide in astonishment, and his gaze was fixed on Aunt Josephine.

"Josephine?" he shouted, "Josephine, is what Alan said true?"

Aunt Josephine turned away and nodded heavily.

A deep sorrow rose in her heart, and this sorrow was so heavy that she might lose this brother.

"Please forgive me for withholding it. Her eyes were a dead gray, and her voice trembled faintly.

"I'm also being controlled - when I got married, I didn't think about what was going to happen to me—"

After years of secrecy, Aunt Josephine could not help herself, whimpering mournfully, unable to speak.

"Oh, Josephine!" Mr. Harris rushed forward and put his arms around Aunt Josephine, and he hugged her for a long time.

"I'm such an incompetent brother, I didn't notice your anomaly at all, so many years—so many years—"

Mr. Harris's lips trembled violently, remorse and self-reproach eating at his heart.

Aunt Josephine looked up in surprise, large tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You are so stupid, why don't you tell us, will we dislike you for who you are?" said Mr. Harris, bitterly.

"I can't say that I can't reveal anything if it wasn't for Eren eliminating the Duke of Night. One thought of him was enough to wipe me out. ”

Seeing Mr. Harris's words and deeds, Aunt Josephine seemed to have taken a sedative and gradually calmed down.

"That notebook, Clarke's, you deliberately put it on the bookshelf in Daisy's room, right?"

Alan asked suddenly.

"Yes, I wanted Daisy or Albert to find out, but I didn't expect it to be you. ”

Aunt Josephine looked down at Alan and exclaimed, "Alan, you are far better than I know!"

Mr. Harris was confused, he had too many questions.

"It's not a good idea to talk in the cold. Daddy, Aunt Josephine, why don't we go to the room and talk. ”

Although Alan knew that everyone's performance was completely out of true feelings, he still felt that it was a bit silly for three people to stand in the cold wind like this, shouting and screaming excitedly.

"Come with me, we can go to the study and talk. Aunt Josephine was the first to go indoors.

The three of them passed through the spacious hall and went straight to the staircase at the end facing the main door, and then went up to the second floor.

Aunt Josephine led them straight to the westernmost end of the corridor on the second floor, where a glittering pattern of the door appeared before them. Aunt Josephine's hand had just grasped the brass doorknob when a large expanse of blood suddenly flowed from the top of the door, instantly staining the three men in front of the door.

Mr. Harris was startled, and just as he tried to take a closer look, the blood had disappeared without a trace.

"Clark, you're naughty again. Aunt Josephine looked calmly at Clarke, who suddenly appeared, with a hint of pampering in her helpless expression.

Alan stood aside, crying and laughing, he was really naughty!

Mr. Harris looked at the girl in red who suddenly appeared in shock, he, is he dayless?

"I saw it on the second floor, you were just crying and laughing, I just wanted to spice up the atmosphere and ease your emotions. Am I doing something wrong?"

Clark was a bit at a loss, and in her memory, Josephine was the best person to her, except for her parents.

"No, you're doing a great job. Aunt Josephine smiled lovingly.

Although Clark is a little female ghost, it does not prevent her, and over the long years, she develops feelings for Clark.

Clark smiled shyly, turned around, and disappeared without a trace.

They were finally able to enter the study without any problems, and Alan quietly surveyed his surroundings.

This is undoubtedly a comfortable study room, with library-like bookshelves, and a tea table and chairs on the north side for easy reading.

And all kinds of books are piled on top of each other, some diagonally on the bookcase, and some simply on the ground.

The books here are mainly architecture-related books and some literary works, which are scattered but clean.

Alan speculated that this might be where Aunt Josephine passed the time.

The floor was covered with a faded but very clean carpet, and a sofa was stacked against the wall.

"Josephine, Alan, what the hell is going on?"

As soon as the three of them were seated on the couch, Mr. Harris couldn't wait to ask.

Alan told Mr. Harris exactly what he had discovered and experienced after entering the manor.

He was articulate and logical, and soon, Mr. Harris understood what was going on.

"Anyway, Alan, you're so reckless, why don't you wait for us to come back?"

Mr. Harris is proud of Alan and Daisy's bravery and excellence, but at the same time he is a little angry and angry at the children's self-righteousness.

"Because I guessed that Aunt Josephine might be controlled by the Duke of Night, and in order to avoid my own family beating my own family, I can't wait for you to come back before acting. Alan blinked, his expression extremely innocent.

"And, when I was in Ravenclaw, I just happened to master the magic of dealing with these undead, and I was sure. ”

Allen's tone was calm and sounded extremely reliable.