Thor didn't answer immediately, his eyes swept around, and he noticed that there were many people coming in and out of the hall on the first floor, a few led by people wearing the same costumes, and most of them acting alone.

During Thor's observation, the man beside him, who appeared to be an innkeeper, waited quietly.

The man was taller than Thor, so he kept his neck hunched and hunched when he spoke to Thor.

Thor didn't deliberately hang people, and after a quick sweep, he followed the guidance of the attendants into the hall.

"I'm looking for a quiet, remote house, preferably in the suburbs, but not more than half a day's walk from Outpost."

The lobby on the first floor is the decoration of a luxury tavern, but there is a wide aisle in the middle of the hall for people to walk.

And in the middle of this aisle, there is also a black short-pile carpet.

When Thor walked in, no one was walking on the carpet except him.

Even the man who led him walked close to the carpet, but he did not dare to step into the carpet half a centimeter away.

Fortunately, when Sol came in, the hall was still very lively, and it didn't quiet down because of his entry, otherwise Sol would have felt a little embarrassed.

Although he doesn't care about other people's eyes, he also doesn't like to be seen as a national treasure all the time.

The attendant who guided Thor leaned over to his side, and said in a voice that he could hear, but in a deep voice, "We can give you a variety of options, please sit in a private room and we will present you with detailed information." ”

The man led Thor to a private room-like place, right in the deepest part of the hall.

When Thor went in and sat down, the male attendant was about to call someone to pour water food.

"No, you don't." Thor stopped his unnecessary moves, "I've heard that you can do my request here as quickly as possible. How much time is left before I see your profile? ”

The squire had a smile on his face, bowed down and said, "Within three minutes." ”

After saying that, he saluted Thor again, and then walked quickly to the door, explaining Thor's request to the people waiting outside.

At this moment, a distant quarrel came through the crack in the half-open door.

“…… I said, my luggage was lost in that haunted house! You've got to help me get it back! ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sander, but we've sent someone into the house you quit, and there's no of your luggage in it."

"No way, I was just about to move in, and I didn't even open my luggage, and I hit a ghost! You sold me this house, and you must be responsible. ”

"But Lord Sander, we've sent three groups of men into the house in a row, and you were there the last time. You also know the situation at that time, there are no ghosts in it, and there is no luggage in it. ”

"It must have been hidden by the ghost that time, I don't care, you have to get my luggage back, it contains something very important to me! If you lose my luggage, I'll go around telling people that you're renting out ghost houses to outsiders! ”

"Lord Sander...... We are sympathetic to what happened to you in your new home. It cannot be ruled out that your luggage may be stolen by someone else after you leave without closing the door. ”

"Others, ha, the house you introduced me is in the deep mountains and old forests, and there is a lake next to it, and you can't even see the neighbor's roof around it, you tell me that there can be other people?"

By this time, the other voice was already a little impatient.

"Mr. Sander, you are asking for a secluded environment, no more than half a day's drive from the town, preferably with a lake next to it for you to walk under the moon! We offer a house that definitely meets your requirements! ”

"But I didn't ask the house to be haunted!"

At first, the voices of the two people were not loud, but the wizard had strong mental power and many more senses than ordinary people, so Thor could hear it clearly.

But soon, the voices of these two people became higher and higher uncontrollably, and it was estimated that the entire hall could hear them.

At this time, the original male attendant turned around with several stacked pieces of paper, and was about to offer them to Thor, when he was interrupted.

Thor raised his right hand and pointed outside.

"My lord, I'll silence them right away, if you need them to come and apologize to you......"

"I'm going to ask for the house that Mr. Sander left out. If you haven't finished the formalities yet, please bring him over. ”

The attendant was stunned for a moment, but he immediately rearranged his expression and bowed his head respectfully, "No problem, my lord." ”

So, just two minutes later, a cramped-looking Sander sat across from Thor.

He came in with the rental agreement that had not yet been signed.

"Your Excellency." Xander cautiously raised his head, and immediately lowered his gaze at Upper Thor.

Thor didn't shy away from sweeping over Tander's body. This seemingly vexatious Sander turned out to be a little white face.

This "little white face" is a very accurate adjective.

Because Sander in front of him doesn't know what to put on his face, the effect is a little more natural than using flour as foundation.

Fortunately, he also knew to apply a little flesh pink to his cheeks to make him look normal, otherwise he wouldn't know who to be afraid of.

He also had long, slightly curly hair that hung down to his shoulders.

However, looking at the strange looks of several of the attendants, Thor knew that this might be the custom of dressing up somewhere.

"Are you saying there's a ghost in the house you just rented?" Thor asked.

"Yes, Wizard." Xander didn't dare to look at Thor anymore, and could only look down at the ground in front of Thor on tiptoe.

"What kind of ghost?"

Sander rubbed his fingers unconsciously, "I, I didn't see the ghost in the face. ”

After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Thor would misunderstand that he was lying, so he hurriedly quickened his pace and continued: "Although I didn't see it head-on, there are really ghosts in that house. As soon as I walked in, the door slammed shut, and I swear my clothes didn't hook the doorknob, and there was no wind at all! ”

It may have been suspected by countless people, and Sander explained as he narrated, for fear that Thor would also misunderstand him as a liar.

"And when I was going upstairs, someone tugged at my trouser legs. I swear I'm not slippery! I really saw a gray-white hand! His nails were also pitch black, and he had scratched a hole in my pants at the time. ”

Then Sander recounted what had happened to him in a guest room on the first floor.

What "peeping eyes", what "weird laughter", what "windows that can't be closed".

Thor noticed that the squire who was standing in the doorway and listening had rolled his eyes impatiently.

But Thor knew that the man named Sander wasn't lying.

When he squinted his eyes at Sander, he saw a gray arm of rotting maggots hooked around Sander's neck.

Looking at the state of the bones and skin of the arm, it should belong to a young girl or a slender teenager.

It's just that the elbows and wrists of the rotten arm are hidden in Tander's curls, and it is impossible to tell if there is still a person hanging from his back.

A maggot fell into his collar in Tander's agitated movements, and the latter raised his hand a few seconds later and scratched at random on his chest.

"My lord, what I said is true, please believe me!"

After telling everything, Sander finally raised his head and glared hard at his big sincere eyes, trying to impress the powerful wizard in front of him.