There is no space magic in the room, how big it is from the outside, how big it is inside, when a small living room of less than 30 square meters is squeezed 5, When there are 6 people, the sense of compactness is very strong, especially in this room, most of the people are not ordinary people, these people with extraordinary strength have an instinctive desire to control the environment around them, they don't want unstable factors around them, under normal circumstances, they will keep a suitable distance between them, but in this crowded house this distance becomes a luxury.

The addition of Hugo and the Brown Knight made the already crowded space seem more compact, and after the Brown Knight closed the door behind him, the whole world seemed to suddenly fall silent, leaving only a group of guys who didn't know each other and had their own ghosts staring at each other, and the words 'vigilance, distrust' seemed to be written on each other's faces.

At this time, Hugo and Brown Knight stood silently by the wall near the door, and began to carefully examine the people in the room.

Except for the old man Wild Wizard whom Hugo had already seen, the other people's outfits were more in line with the mainstream style of the society at that time, among them was a middle-aged fat man who was more wealthy, wearing a finely crafted silk jacket, who had already begun to bow his head, and combed a ridiculous hairstyle for his few hairs, blocking his shiny forehead, looking like a pampered nobleman or a wealthy businessman, Hugo felt that the latter was more likely, because a pampered nobleman was afraid that he would not be crowded with so many people.

Next to him stood a warrior with a tall posture like the Brown Knight, wearing relatively fine plate armor, with a long sword at his waist, an aura of iron and blood permeated from his body, the two soldiers outside the house should be his subordinates, and his style should be the lowest knight class among the nobles, at this time he was staring at the Brown Knight with serious eyes, obviously feeling the pressure from another master.

And in a corner of the room, two middle-aged men in simple travel clothes sat silently in the corner, just sitting there seemed to have a calm and water-like temperament, Hugo seemed to be able to feel some kind of strong spiritual power from their bodies at first sight, as if their hearts had found a home, and there was a pious and fearless atmosphere.

Are they the Holy See? No, they shouldn't be in the wizard's territory? And they didn't wear monk's robes, they didn't shave the hair on their heads and comb them into St. Peter's or St. Paul's weird hairstyles, so they shouldn't be from the Holy See, but devout Catholics?

Or maybe the two of them are exorcists!

In addition to all these various people, there was another man who caught Hugo's attention, sitting in a chair near the wall, his hands clasped together, his head bowed as if thinking about something, and the old house-elf stood beside him, staring at everyone with a pair of big eyes.

It seems that this guy sitting in the chair is the owner of this room, John Bacon, who has always been considered a loser by the outside world.

This person who looks only in his 20s, feels a little sluggish, looks like he has been tortured, and exudes a decadent atmosphere, in fact, this is understandable, watching his life be torn apart little by little, it is a person who will have serious negative emotions, Hugo doesn't know how hard he has worked on his fate, or is it simply a broken jar, but this has nothing to do with the reason why everyone is gathered here today, Hugo is just here to buy a castle today.

Just when the whole room fell silent, the knight with the smell of iron and blood showed an impatient expression, he belonged to the kind of person who supremaced force, and he didn't like this weird atmosphere very much, so he opened his mouth first.

"Mr. Bacon, I'm here to see the castle of your Bacon family, if it's good, I'm going to buy it, now let's go see the castle" Knight Leo's words were very stiff, there was a sense of command in it, obviously the kind of person who often gave orders, and it was likely that he was from the army.

Hearing the tough knight's words, the others did not react, even the strangely dressed wild wizard stood silently in the corner as if he hadn't heard, waiting for the situation to develop further.

At this time, John raised his head, revealing a haggard face, giving people a look of being under a lot of mental pressure, the black circles under his eyes were like touching toner, he glanced around, only when he saw Hugo, he obviously didn't expect a little child to appear here, he turned his head slightly puzzled and looked at the house-elf beside him, until the elf whispered a few words in his ear, he understood, and then stopped paying attention to Hugo.

"You have all come here for the sake of the castle, which is almost the last possession of the Bacon family" John's voice was still very magnetic if it did not contain too much sorrow, and he swept his gaze over the faces of all of them, and continued: "The Knight of Urban, the rich Lord Franklin, and this one... The young wizards want to buy the castle of the Bacon family."

"And this Lord Raven Wizard and the two Lords of the Exorcist are here to complete the hiring task I issued, no matter what everyone's purpose is, you have to go to the castle to have a look first, and I don't want to toss back and forth, so let's go together, if the three Excellencies can solve the problem of the resentful spirits, then the castle will eventually be won by the one with the highest price, if you can't solve the problem of the resentful spirits, and then think about it in the long run, do you have any problems?"

Regardless of the character of John Bacon, at least the purpose of everyone is clearly stated in just a few words, and the mind is still relatively delicate, it stands to reason that such a person will not be so miserable, is it really a matter of curse?

Hearing John's words, the old wizard, who had been in a state of silence, suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Won't you tell us about that evil spirit?"

The old wizard's words hit the nail on the head of the whole thing! That is, the spirit that dwells in the castle of the Bacon family! If it cannot be removed, then everything is just empty talk, and no one wants to buy a castle that is always haunted, and even if anyone does, the price must be outrageously low.

John Bacon sighed softly, his face looked even more sad, and he whispered, "The identity of that wraith is actually related to our family, it is my ancestor, Francy Bacon!"

What! How could it be?! That wraith was the explorer Francy Bacon, the man who brought back the black swan feathers!