Mrs. Jack was a little anxious to eat, and the pink gills of the fish were closed one by one with the bite, and Norton was hungry to see it, but the position of the eyes of each dried fish was different, like a large fish with eyes peeled off to make a place.

Howell also began to eat, and his movements were a little rough, like a beast that had not eaten for a long time. As he ate, he paused for a moment to push the fish dish in front of Norton.

Norton refused with an embarrassed face, and in order to cooperate with the enthusiastic Jack couple, he could only pick up the teacup, hesitated at the thought of the purple-black sunflower-like plant that would call, concentrated the magic power on his stomach, closed his eyes and drank it in one gulp.

The taste of the tea is very strange, without any condiments, and it is sweet and greasy with a slight imperceptible smell.

This kind of flower tea is not poisonous, but it speeds up the blood circulation in Norton's body, and it is really a very healthy thing.

"I guess only third-level bishops and wealthy nobles would get this kind of thing from the subspace." Thinking of this, Norton quickly drank it clean.

The food was eaten by the lord and his wife in a short time, and in Norton's consternation, the butler brought another table of food.

A soup made of bloody entrails that are not fully cooked, fish with six legs like flounder, and finger-like plants.

"Normal" is gone again, maybe it's really the flavor of this place, and maybe I'm a weird-looking person. Thinking of this, Norton was much more relieved, and the whole person became relaxed.

Knowing what to do, Norton politely said goodbye to the Jacks, who were eating like beasts, and got permission from the man to visit the huge manor alone.

Amid Mr. Howell's gushing boasting and the butler's wary gaze, Norton bowed his head and made an anglican salute, handed over the murder weapon to the servant, and politely left the gazebo.

…

Since the private exhibition hall touted by the male owner is the largest building in the entire estate, this 1,000-meter-long eerie building is more than 700 meters longer than where the family lives.

"Isn't it the biggest place to live? The hospitality and banquets and the beds are there, as well as some of the most precious works of art, what is it used for? ”

Intrigued, Norton walked to find a child following him.

"Jack?"

"I'll take you to visit here, I play here every day."

Norton was a little embarrassed, and in order to avoid some rumors that he was not very polite to the state religion, he was pulled by his clothes and brought in when he wanted to refuse.

As soon as he entered, there was not a single light in the entire recruitment hall, and a large amount of dust fell from the roof, covering Norton's face.

It is estimated that because of the light, the human-faced rats that were disturbed in the depths squeaked hoarsely and ran into the hole in the recruitment hall, and their footsteps were magnified countless times in the dead silence room, like a person walking briskly.

As soon as Norton cleared the dust from his face, Jack slapped his thigh, and when he looked at Jack, he saw a human-faced mouse the size of three fists being caught in his hands.

"Look, it's fun." Jack playfully grabbed the rat's tail, dragged his belly, and handed it to Norton.

"Didn't the maid and his parents play with him? How did I become a babysitter. Norton became irritable, and because the other party was a child, he had to be patient.

"Damn, I have a wound on my face, the long cow is tall and big, and it smells of blood, can't the noble children of the mouth feel it?"

In the faint light, Norton observed the mouse in detail, this thing looks like a skilful and very distinctive.

It doesn't have a single hair, it feels like touching the delicate skin of a baby in its hands, and its tail is longer than that of a mouse of the same size, and it feels like being hit with a thin stick on its hands. The hands and feet are more like human hands, but the claws are long, and the mouse face is similar to that of a leper, but there are no skin problems.

Norton looked at the strange animal that was constantly struggling in his hand, tilted his head, and with a force of his index finger and thumb, he twisted the mouse's neck and threw it into an inconspicuous place without Jack noticing.

Norton lit the portable oil lamp placed on the doorstep, the tulip-patterned oil lamp was made of something, it was a little soft or sealed, and for some reason the flame could burn without oxygen. Norton didn't dig deeper, he now thought that dead people would sleep, eat, and go to the toilet normally, and after glancing at the chandelier above his head, he felt that it was too troublesome to light up, and continued to walk forward with Jack.

There are a lot of well-preserved oil paintings on the walls, and in the middle of the oil paintings there is a very mysterious rock placed here and a little abrupt, and Jack suddenly becomes somewhat similar to his father, and begins to introduce it in a very matter-of-fact manner.

"The frescoes are of my ancestors, and the colors on them are the colors that were carved and then painted with the blood of the enemy."

Norton was extremely uncomfortable with this murderous statement, and thought that he was communicating with the youngest son of an officer, but he walked in to see it out of curiosity.

The image has a brutal feel to it, with a gill warrior with a totem tattooed on his chest, using a machete to kill the small, filthy bear that was painted.

Although Norton was curious about the color of the rock, he did not dare to touch it, for fear that the man would be angry and tarnish the glory of their family.

"Who are these little people?"

Jack straightened his chest: "It's the bear people, they hunted us for a living for a thousand years, and my dad said they killed all the men in the mouth."

"Go, go forward." Norton chuckled dryly.

In order to calm himself down on Jack, Norton lit the cigarette that came with him in the gazebo, took a deep breath and exhaled the black smoke, despite the strange shape of the tobacco.

It's a lot easier now.