This is a relatively elegant house compared to other wooden houses, two and a half stories high, but the owner has not repaired it for a long time, and the paint is seriously peeling.

The door had fallen, probably kicked open, and the door panel lay flat at the entrance, and the door frame was falling off badly.

A regular, slow "crunch" sound came from under the floor, but strangely enough, it was difficult to discern the specific direction of the sound, as if the whole floor was ringing.

"Look for the entrance to the basement. Vincent said to Alver.

"Let's not look for them separately. Alfer was worried that Vincent would find the basement first and jump straight in.

"I know, don't be nervous. Vincent thought that Alfer was scared, and grabbed Alver's arm tightly, "I'm right next to you, let's look for it together." ”

"Uh...... I'm afraid you'll find it on impulse and go in first...... In danger," Alver was a little embarrassed, Vincent actually thought he was scared, "It's better for two people to be in danger than for you to be in danger alone." ”

"Please, Alfer, I'm also a student who has been trained in the school for almost nine years!" Vincent cried and laughed, "I have a mind, too. ”

Vincent tapped the scabbard of his sword and struck it and struck it, and Alver searched carefully, but the two men found nothing.

"If the average person hides the basement entrance, where would they hide it? Is the entrance outside?" Alfer fumbled as he opened the door of the wine cabinet.

Vincent stood beside him with his sword in his hand, muttering thoughtfully, "Hide the basement...... Hide the basement ......" muttered a few times and slapped Alfer on the back: "Carpet! Carpet in the dining room!" dragged Alfer in the direction of the dining room.

The two lifted the dusty carpet of the dining room, and sure enough, a trapdoor was revealed.

Lifting the trapdoor, a creaking sound was clearly heard, and below was the larger stone room, where the two of them tested the oxygen content with candles, but the candles were not extinguished.

Climbing down the vertical wooden ladder, Alfer only felt that the stone chamber was extremely cold.

Vincent craned his neck and grumbled, "I'll believe you that this place is haunted. ”

"I'm worried that it's really haunted, and the source of many curses also comes from the undead!" Alph lit a torch to illuminate it, and saw that there were reliefs on the walls of the stone chamber, but they were incomplete, and they should have been pieced together from the relief stone bricks picked up from some abandoned building, telling the story of the gods who defeated the dragon god under the leadership of the beastmaster god to save the world before the Great Collapse.

Alver didn't like the story.

Without the dragon god, there would be no Great Collapse, Crent is still the pope, and Vincent should be able to inherit the nobility and not be filled with hatred.

You don't have to save the world yourself.

Seeing that Alfer was stunned in front of the relief, Vincent went over to urge him, and the source of the voice was at the end of the corridor, hurry up and see if he should find the headmaster.

"This hellish place is cold, don't look at it, hurry up. ”

"Oh!" Alfer glanced at the end of the relief, where only half of the dragon remained, and the remaining bricks were ordinary stone bricks glued to top of cement.

In the room at the end of the corridor, the door is not closed tightly, and the source of the regular "squeak" is in the room.

Vincent drew his dagger, shielded Alver behind him, looked back to make sure Alfer was ready, and gently pushed the door open.

There was an unlit fireplace in the room, and it was not warm in the room, a large black canvas was covered by a rocking chair, which was slowly swinging, and the "crunching" sound was coming from the rocking chair, and there were figures in the room that could only be seen in outline, and Vincent, thinking it was a ghost, quickly pushed Alfer out.

"It's not a ghost, Vincent!" Alver tugged at Vincent, "This should be the message left by the boy, that boy could be the source of the curse!"

"No...... ......Isn't it? Look......" Vincent's face wrinkled, and he reluctantly agreed to Alver's suggestion.

There was only a brief repetition of the figure, a boy about the height of Elver was tied into the room by an adult, who was then tied to a rocking chair, and then the adult looked at the door as if he had heard something, grabbed the canvas and covered it in the rocking chair, and walked out the door.

The rocking chair is still swinging back and forth.

"Will you see a corpse when you lift the canvas?" asked Vincent.

"I, I don't know. Alver was also a little scared.

"I'll lift it, and if there's an evil spirit, you'll use magic to disperse it!" Vincent made up his mind, and stretched out his hand to pull the sail down.

The rocking chair stopped swinging, and the figures disappeared, and Alfer and Vincent held their breath and stared wide, forcing themselves to look at the rocking chair.

On the rocking chair, a red-haired boy in a beige linen shirt and pants quietly closed his eyes as if he was asleep, his hands tied to the armrests of the rocking chair, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his breathing was even, and his chest slowly rose and fell.

This should not be a corpse.

It shouldn't be like falling asleep.

He's just asleep!

Vincent went up and shoved the red-haired boy's head, scolding and untying the boy. "Don't sleep with me!