Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 16 Accidents

To the surprise of Claude, it was almost nine o'clock when he got home, but there were several carriages in front of the red brick house, and it seemed that several guests had not left.

"No, it’s all night, why haven’t you gone yet?"When I entered the door, the restaurant had no guests. The mother was holding the mop on the mopping floor. The air was faintly smelling the smell of wine and vomit.

In this era of no air fresheners, what the mother can do is to open the windows and doors, hoping that the evening wind will bring fresh air.

When I saw my second son coming in, the mother straightened up and asked, "How come back so late?" Have you eaten yet? ”

"Ate."Claude nodded. "I ate at Eyke. He said his father was a banquet at night, so I didn't come back."

Put down the bag, Claude went up and took the mop: "Mother, let me come, now there are guests?"

"Well," the mother pointed to the upstairs: "They are in the study, your father seems to be talking about what investment they have, and the quarrel has been fierce. There is no need to drag over there, I have already dragged it. ”

"Right, Anna and Little Blowk?"

"Just a little Blowk is fighting, I let Anna send him to the third floor to sleep. Today, there are many guests, little Blowk is very excited, noisy for a night, and now it is quiet. ”

The mother sat in the chair and it seemed that she was tired enough tonight.

"Right, Claude, do you still want to eat? The chef of this evening is Pied, who made a lot of delicious food. I specially left a copy for you in the kitchen. If you want to eat, I will come over to you…"

"No, mother, I am very full at night. When did the father end? ”

What’s the matter? Do you have something to find your father? ”

"No, I want to go to the study and take the ancient Hez language dictionary. I need to go to class tomorrow."

"Then wait a second, I think they should be talking about it soon. If you go upstairs first, wait for your father to send the guests away and take them down. ”

"Well, the land is good, I will go upstairs first."

Going back to my little attic, I resisted my inner excitement, lit the oil lamp, closed the door, and Claude rushed to her schoolbag.

The silver card for the sister and the pirate villain for the younger brother, these two can be given to them tomorrow morning, first put aside. Claude shivered and took out the magic recipe in the bag, flipped it open, and focused his attention on the brown pages by the light of the oil lamp. Soon, the pages began to change again, those dark blue ancient Hez language The lines of text appear on the ivory pages.

At this time, Claude couldn't wait to take the knife down and drive away the guests in the study, and then took the ancient Hez language dictionary. As long as the dictionary is in hand, it is easy to decipher such a dark blue Guhtz text. Even if there is a mistake in the grammar, the translation of a word is generally understood to mean what it means.

But now Claude still has to hold on to his impatience and patiently wait for the guests to leave. I have been forbearing for a long time, and I don’t care to wait for a little longer. Even if my ants are crawling in my heart, I must be able to live with it.

However, this waiting time may be able to do something else. Claude suddenly remembered that this magic recipe is only the ancient Hez language text with these dark blues on this page, or is it the same for other pages? Try it yourself…

There are 17 pages of recipes, each of which records the practice of a dish. First page, second page, third page…Page 5Page 8On the tenth page, those dark blue fonts appear on every page.

Claude is getting more and more excited. It is obvious that this recipe must be disguised, and the dark blue fonts hidden by it are the real focus. If this recipe has only one page with these blue ancient Hez language texts, then this may be just a clue, as described in the legendary novels, a treasure map is hidden in a book.

But this recipe is only 17 pages, now it has turned to the tenth page, every page will change, these dark blue fonts appear, which means that the recipe itself is a magic book, the recipe is just a cover-up effect. .

Like Eyke, Boa, and the new owner of Old Mock's Goods, Wakri, in their eyes, this is a recipe. The only thing worth mentioning is that this recipe is made of animal paper, old. It’s an antique, it’s worth the money…

If it doesn't happen that the light is not good, you won't be gazing at it, so you may not find the secret of this recipe. Maybe he would just put it back on the wooden lattice and turn it over with this magic book…

Claude opened the eleventh page with emotion, and put away the cranky thoughts in his mind, and continued to stare at the pages of the book, ready to see if the seven pages later are also dark blue ancient Hez language text.

Just what Claude didn't expect was that when the pages began to change and the original brownish yellow faded around, revealing the middle ivory pages and the line of dark blue fonts, Claude suddenly blackened and felt like he was caught in a moment. In the darkness, it’s still the black that stretches out of your fingers…

Claude was shocked and wanted to stand up, but found that his limbs were weak and could not move at all. He could not control his body. Nothing can be heard, and there is a feeling of death around. Even breathing can't be autonomous, even if you open your mouth, you still feel guilty, and your heart panics…

What was happening? In a short moment, countless thoughts passed from Claude's heart, evil magic? Or is the magic book hidden in this recipe with a curse? I am in the middle of it? Will I die? Is it awkward or awkward? Can I still make a sound…

Calm, I have to calm down, but the panic in my heart is spreading…

I don't know how long it took. It was a long time in Claude's feeling. He finally heard a voice, "Hey, hey, hehe…"Continuously.

This is his own heartbeat, and Claude seems to feel that his heart is beating vigorously, and it seems that the blood vessels around the heart are constantly delivering blood to the heart. Then the ears began to return to normal, and slowly heard the conversation between the father and the guests from the second floor study room…

There was a faint glow in front of the eyes. It was the oil lamp on the table. Although I couldn’t see the outline, I could still feel the heat and light that the flame transmitted.

The limbs also began to recover consciousness, and the body can move. Claude closed his eyes hard, then opened it, closed it again, and then opened it…

Finally, I can see things clearly. Claude stood up and moved hands and feet. It felt that except for some faint heads and some pain in the temples on both sides, I could confirm that my body was not abnormal, and then I found that even the time passed. Minutes, this can be seen from the time scale on the hourglass on the table.

But what happened to the darkness and the body’s loss of control? Is it really the reason for this magic recipe on the table?

Claude came to the table and stared again at the magic recipe.

It was only this time that even the pages of the book had not changed, and Claude felt that it was black again. But this time there is no feeling of falling into the darkness. I can still feel the light of the oil lamp, and the body can move. It is the pain of the temples on both sides.

UnderstoodClaude was planted in his own bed, and he scared himself for a long time. In fact, he used his mental energy. It took about half an hour to look at the magic recipes with all my attention. It is like the game characters in the previous computers. There is also a limit to the mental power. Of course, I feel abnormal when I run out of light.

Raise your head and blow out the oil lamp, let yourself rest for a while. It seems that even if you look at this magic recipe in the future, you have to be careful, don't accidentally repeat the same mistakes.

Claude thought, watching the silver moonlight falling from the sky, through the open windows, on the table, and on the bed, leaving Claude's entire upper body covered with silver.

Moonlight is like water…No, Claude, how can there be a feeling of refreshing and moist? The moon shines on one's head, as if there is a kind of coolness that moisturizes your skin, just like the spring rain falls on the dry land, even the faintness in the mind and the pain in the temples on both sides are obviously relaxed. a feeling of……

This is by no means an illusion! Can moonlight also play a role in healing trauma? Or can you speed up your mental response?

Looking up at the disc-shaped silver moon hanging high in the sky, think about it is a magical world, then as a transmigrator, you should keep calm, not a fuss about these unreasonable things.

Is it as you think, do you know if you try it?

Claude climbed up from the bed, took off the linen socks, walked barefoot on the table, got out of the attic window, and stood on the roof.

Well, go some more, so that it won't be blocked by the window, and it won't be covered by the shadow of the attic. Unless the clouds cover the moon, the moonlight will shine on you.

Claude lay down in the middle of the two lofts. It was the roof of the building. It was covered with shingles. The slope was not too big, so it felt really good to lie flat. Just be careful, don't lie down, sleep, roll down, it doesn't matter…

It is certain that the moonlight really helps the soothing spirit. Claude only lay on the roof for about half an hour, and he feels that his mind is beginning to wake up. The temples on both sides are no longer painful. There is no such thing. It seems that the illusion of a sudden rise and fall.

Bathed in the silver moonlight, the mood gradually calmed down, and a comfortable atmosphere was everywhere, which made Claude feel lazy and didn't want to climb back to the attic. Hearing began to recover. Even if he was so far away, he could still hear the conversation from the second floor study room. It was not very clear, but his father seemed to be sending guests.

How come the voice of the big brother, mixed with the voice of a woman, the father also invited a female guest to the party this evening? No, this is unlikely, let alone go to the study room so late.

No, the sound is coming from here. Claude climbed up and looked at the attic on the left. In the memory, the attic was also rented out. The tenant was a young woman. It seems to be twenty-six and seven years old. Her mother used to go to the woman with her father at dinner and called Ms. Christina, saying her words and manners. Not an elephant is a serious woman.

However, the father said that Miss Christina was the financial officer of a certain commercial bank in the town. Which business firm had forgotten it, but the father confirmed that it was the director of the firm who rented it. She has a serious job and let her mother not comment on others behind her…

It doesn't matter. The question is, why is this time your own big brother, the one who is extremely unconcerned with himself, will be in the attic rented by Miss Christina…