"Meghan Theatre has a show tomorrow night, I want to go and see it, can you come with me?"

In the silence of the night, Margaret, who had left the top floor of the castle, suddenly said this.

The two had already checked Renee's situation, and Alan was thinking about some of the previous discoveries at this time, and when he heard this, he instinctively wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have anything else, so he nodded.

"What do you think of Renee's way just now?" he asked Margaret when he saw the smile she faced.

When Margaret heard this, her cheerful mood couldn't help but be heavy, and she sighed: "She seems to be getting more and more serious, and her strength can actually break free from the vines set by her father? Although her father didn't dare to arrange it too tightly for fear of hurting her, this is also incredible, it is the power of the apocalypse!"

"yes, it's weird, and there's more to it than that. Alan guessed, "The spots on her body are getting heavier, what does that mean?"

"She... Can't hold on anymore?"

"I think so too. Alan nodded, "So we have to hurry." ”

"That...."Margaret pursed her lips, "Don't go tomorrow, let's hurry up and find the anomaly on Renee's body." ”

"If time could speed up the mission, I think I'd be glad to do it. Seeing her heavy face, Alan comforted: "But this thing is not something that can be discovered after staying up for time, and you have to add a little inspiration - I think it is much better to go to a play than to ponder." ”

"That...."

"See you tomorrow!"

Alan stopped and smiled and pointed to the door in front of him, which was Margaret's room, and they had walked down before they knew it.

"See you tomorrow. Margaret replied absentmindedly, turning around and almost hitting the door frame, but Ellen pulled her early.

"Be careful. ”

"No, it's fine. Margaret smiled slightly awkwardly at Allen, then waved goodbye.

Alan returned to his room, but as soon as he arrived, he met Catherine waiting outside the door, which surprised him a little: "You are looking for me?"

"How's it going?" Catherine looked expectant at this time, but Alan shook her head: "Nothing big to discover, except that Renee is getting mader and crazy." By the way, weren't you with Uncle Gross? he'd been there before. ”

"He's out!" Catherine was obviously a little dissatisfied with her husband's big night, but she cared more about what Alan said: "Getting mader?"

Catherine, who tried her best to maintain a dignified attitude, seemed to be unable to hide the anxiety in her heart, she frowned and thought for a while, and finally sighed: "Try to hurry." ”

"I tried my best. Alan nodded, not daring to guarantee anything.

Catherine left in dismay, and Alan sighed.

This family is really non-stop, a moment ago they were busy with turmoil, and then they had to worry about their daughter, Alan felt that their family was quite unlucky, and anything bad could happen.

But in a blink of an eye, he felt that he was unlucky enough to be involved in this kind of thing.

Shaking his head, he wanted to go back to his house and sleep, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the castle library.

Alan learned from the servant that the scholar had been to the library many times before he suddenly went insane, so he wanted to go there.

Originally, he was not in such a hurry, and he was expected to go to check it out tomorrow, but seeing Catherine and Margaret's anxious appearance, Alan felt that he also needed to act quickly, otherwise if it dragged on, Renee would inevitably have no accidents.

"I feel like I'm about to become a firefighter. As he walked, the thought crossed Alan's mind.

The library is located on the innermost part of the third floor of the Pearl Castle, and is not guarded, so it looks eerie in the silence of the night.

The oil lamps around him were dim, illuminating his shadow dragging the elder, and the crow outside the castle could be faintly heard, and every now and then there was a little other trivial sound, and the environment was very much like a scene in a horror movie.

Pushing open the door to the library, there was a creaking sound that made Alan regret that he hadn't released the Silent Portal spell before.

"People here must rarely read. He silently guessed.

Listen to this terrible sound, the door shaft is rusty, if you come here often, how can it be so rotten?

"But that's a good thing. With that in mind, Alan stepped into it.

Although I know that scholars have been here, normal people have to come here at a loss, the library is not messy, although few people come, but the servants still often clean it, and some messy places will be put back in place.

So if it's a normal person, or a Knight of the Apocalypse, you won't have a clue when you come here, and looking around, the rows of bookshelves don't seem to have any other special place except for the gloomy, let alone find the traces left by the scholars.

However, Alan is an abnormal person, or rather, he is estimated to be the only one in the world.

Stepping around the library, the trivial sound that came from nowhere with the shadow reflected in the dead wood outside the library window seemed sneaky, if a timid person came here, he would probably be scared away, but Alan was very bold, and he could basically ignore it.

After turning around, and sure enough, he didn't find anything special, and Alan decisively gave up his plan to observe with his own naked eyes and prepared to use spells.

"Hopefully it will work. ”

After a silent prayer, the magic surged in Allen's mind, and he activated the spell ability he had extracted before - the hunter instinct!

As the spell activated, a layer of white mist spread out in his vision, obscuring Allen's retina, blurring his vision as he looked at his surroundings, as if the spell was counterproductive.

However, when Alan looked at the ground, a lot of dark spots appeared in the white vast field of vision!

Judging by the shape, it was a series of footprints!

The footprints were messy and overlapped, and they looked like they had been left over for a long time, Alan was surprised at first, but as he looked closer, he found that he had no way to tell whether they were servants or scholars.

Ignoring the footprints for a moment, Alan began to tour the library.

There are many traces that can be observed in the library, footsteps, handprints of flipping books, marks of insects climbing, and even traces of mop cleaning.

There were a lot of traces piled up, so that Alan couldn't tell them at all, but gradually, he had a recognition of the distinction of these traces.

The darker the color, it belongs to the time that has not passed, and the lighter the color, the longer the time.

"When did the scholar come here?" said Allen, who began to look for the light-colored handprints on the shelves.

As Alan had been glad before, there were very few people in this library except for the servants, and even fewer people came to read the books, so although he was not sure of the exact time represented by the shade of color, it didn't take long for Alan to check all the books that showed signs of flipping.

Then he found a clue.

Leaving aside the untraceable books, among the not too deep, but not very shallow, piles of imprints, Alan aimed at one.

Unlike other traces, this blurred hand flips through in great detail, and unlike other traces, this handprint is in one place very regularly every time the book is turned over, clearly distinguishing it from the others.

"This kind of subconscious action can be kept regular, and you should read a book often. ”

With that in mind, Alan began to scrutinize a book called "The Distribution of Plants in the South".

Then the more he flipped through the pages, the more certain he was guessing in his mind, and eventually, when he turned to a certain page, a plant called sawgrass caught his attention.

Sawgrass: Commonly grown in cool and damp places, the shape is like a craftsman's sawtooth, named after the light green color, sweet taste, can be used to attract snake monsters.

Judging from the information alone, there are not many strange places, but Alan looked at it with a special sight at this time, but found that the finger traces had stayed here many times!