"Sir, this is the key to the house at 8 William Street, and it's yours now."

Perhaps thanks to the role of Russell the Great, the position of real estate agent saved Anthony a lot of trouble.

He took the keys to the house, thanked him, and left the agency with his cane in his hand.

William Street, the heart of Beckland, is sandwiched between the West End and Queens, and buying a home here is extremely expensive.

Luckily, the previous owner of House 8 was in a hurry to sell it, so Anthony didn't have to pay too much for it, or even just save a third of his pocket money to buy it.

Well, the final agreed price was three thousand one hundred and fifty-three gold pounds.

Walking down the streets of William, Anthony couldn't help but feel something in his heart for a moment.

Regardless of his purpose for this house, this is the first property he owns in another world!

Motherland people always have a soft spot for buying a house, and Mr. Ke and he are no exception.

Shaking his head with a smile, Anthony had arrived at his destination this time - 8 William Street, a two-story mansion.

From the height of the wild grass growing on the lawn in front of the house, it is not difficult to see that the previous owner of the house has long since given up on this place.

Except for a few wildflowers in the garden that do not need to be cultivated, most of the plants planted in pots have withered, and the atmosphere of dead silence gives Anthony a dilapidated and depressed feeling.

Although he had expected it, when he saw this ghost movie scene like a horror movie, Anthony still felt helpless.

If he hadn't had another purpose, I'm afraid it would have been time to consider whether his more than 3,000 gold pounds were worth it.

After cautiously looking around, Anthony took out the key and opened the door, stepping on the grass roots or fallen leaves that had been blown away on the ground, and entered the interior of the first floor of the mansion.

There is nothing wrong with the decoration inside, but it is full of style that looks like the last century.

Anthony looked at it briefly, then didn't stop any longer, and walked straight to the basement with the obvious entrance.

He just came here today to try his luck.

Stepping into the basement with metal candlesticks on the wall, the flickering dim light barely allowed Anthony to see its surroundings, and he looked around and found no stone door in the original book.

Anthony had actually expected this, after all, the discovery of the stone door was when the workers were modifying.

The previous owner of this place obviously did not want to convert the mansion into a habitable residence, so naturally he could not see the problem here.

Resisting the idea of complaining about the previous owner of the mansion again, Anthony walked all the way to the basement, and when he came down, the staircase was facing the front wall, which was actually where the stone door was.

Instead of trying to shatter the wall like an ant shaking a tree, Anthony stretched out his palm and pressed it against the wall, activating his ability as a "scavenger", trying to "pick up" the extraordinary properties within a radius of nearly a hundred meters in this vicinity-

Failed.

After half a ring, Anthony reluctantly pulled his palm away from the wall.

It seems that his luck is not very good, and the extraordinary traits he wants are not within his reach.

Of course, if the "Scavenger" potion can be completely digested, it may be possible to expand the scope again.

Unfortunately, Anthony didn't want to wait that long.

Standing still and staring at the wall for a moment, Anthony turned and left the basement.

He needed to find some helpers and tools.

——

"Forthth, Forth!"

A petite figure rushed into the room, pushing and shoving the woman lying on the bed, as if she had not yet woken up.

"Hugh, the next time you come in, can you knock on the door first..."

Shattered by his dream of becoming the first novelist in the kingdom of Rune, Firth sat up rubbing his sleepy eyes and stretched lazily in protest against his friend's vices.

But she knew that the latter was most likely in the left ear and out of the right ear.

"What's wrong? Is there any bounty? ”

Seeing the page of commission Hugh was holding, Firth blinked as hard as he could, trying to make his vision as clear as possible.

She knew that the bounty that would allow Hugh to show such a gesture was not low.

"10 pounds! All you need to do is punch through one wall! ”

Hugh had apparently taken on the task, and although his words were quick, he did not show an anxious look, which was immediately evident to Furth, who was her friend.

However, the reward of 10 pounds is indeed very generous.

Furth nodded, this was already her nearly two weeks' worth of manuscript fees.

Subconsciously glanced at the bounty page in Hugh's hand, and Firth was silent for a while, looking at his friend with some annoyance.

"Isn't the time for the mission to be twelve o'clock tomorrow?"

"Uh... Yes, I'm just too excited to share it with you. ”

"Hugh!"

——

"The night watchmen of the Night Church don't think Ince stole the '008' seal. Zangwill's fact that he was still in Beckland, even under their noses, was entirely in line with their cautious and sober judgment of the previous bishop. ”

"After taking care of the matter, Ince. Zangwill's decision to go to Jengen to plan the materials he needs to transfer to the demigods will go so smoothly that the night watchmen won't even guess Ince. Zangwill's purpose. ”

"With the help of the '008' seal, Ince. Zangwill smoothly transform into a demigod 'Night Watch' in the 'Night' pathway! ”

In a dark room, the slightly pale palm loosens the strength of the quill, allowing it to sit freely perpendicular to the paper in defiance of the laws of gravity.

The next moment, the quill that felt free swung on its own as if it had a mysterious and inexplicable power to control it.

It crossed out the last sentence with heavy ink, and began to write in Hermesian on the manuscript of its own, despite the anger on the face of its pale palm.

"Ince. Zangwill thought that his plan was seamless, but how could he be foolish enough to think that a great and mysterious force had watched him, that it was the universe..."

Syllable!

As if touching on some mystery, the quill fell off the paper in an instant, and a layer of rendered red blood began to spread throughout the manuscript.

The next moment, as if eroded by an unknown force, the manuscript that had been written with handwriting disappeared with the stains of blood, leaving only a blank page, as if it had just been made from a printing house.

"Damn, '008' what did you do!"

The owner of the pale palm finally reacted, and as he got up angrily, his body was shrouded in candlelight.

It is Ince. Zangwill!

He looked at the inactivated quill, and an unknown panic began to replace anger in his mind.

Zangwill knew that this "008" seal was very likely to have touched a god-level existence, otherwise it would not have been possible to behave like this.

At the same time, there was a sharp knock on the door, and the sound outside the door made Zangwill's face even more hideous.

"Hello, we're here to Chavas Toll Collector."