The Supreme Magic Throne

Chapter 3 Late Night

Even traversing space and time can happen, so having a library in mind is not too strange and not something that is hard to accept anymore for Lucian. But, the thing that makes Lucian confused is that most of the books in mind cannot be opened and cannot be seen in the contents.

Trying to stay calm, so that the library in mind will not be difficult to achieve because of the emotions that rise and fall. Lucian flips through local books and remembers which books can be opened and which ones cannot.

"The history books can be opened."

"Economic books, no problem."

"Art books can also be opened."

"Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and other books, there are some that can, some that do not."

"What is possible is due to different laws of nature, so it cannot be opened. But when recalling similar knowledge once learned, at least at the university level, all knowledge can still be recalled unobstructed."

The types of books that can be opened are mainly at Junior High School and Junior High School level, but a complete university library will definitely not collect Junior High School and High School textbooks. Only a few medieval teaching and thesis research materials are spread out from the appropriate level for student reference.

There were many books in the library, Lucian discovered this problem after only flipping through a small part, but he was unsure and could not find the reason.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Lucian's body was very weak now, and even his mental state was not good. After reading many books in a row, his mind started to get dizzy, at the same time he could no longer feel the library either.

Forced back into bed, Lucian is sound asleep to nurture his spirit and recover his health in order to face a better tomorrow. Lucian will never forget that he only has a piece of black bread left, and survival will always be a top priority.

Lucian was dazed. The squeaking sound and the biting sound of wood continued to enter Lucian's ears, waking him who had just dreamed of many delicious meals and a large, warm and soft bed.

"Pole."

The sleepy Lucian rolled in a daze and wanted to continue to sleep soundly, but the sound of mice biting wood and stone became increasingly loud. This made Lucian who had a keen sense at midnight unable to fall asleep anymore.

After a long wait, the voice still did not stop. Lucian could only pull the blanket to cover the ears, but the sound was like it had penetrating power, coming from all directions, and it was impossible to maintain a quiet environment to sleep in.

"What kind of fucking life is this?!" The sensitive Lucian, could not help himself and subconsciously let out a rant. He felt a little weak mentally. The food he ate was black bread that was as hard as a stick, his body was wearing the worst rough linen clothes that swiped on the skin, a non-warm blanket that did not even know what it was made of, he said, even sleep that can forget all the problems for a while is just disturbed, cit, cit, cit, like there are thousands of rats here.

Lucian gritted his teeth furiously and listened carefully to the source of the rat's voice. Unable to sleep, it was better for him to search for these rats, kill one or two, and scare the others. He also secretly cursed and swore.

"I need to get out of this life as soon as possible."

Listening carefully, Lucian tried to guess the direction of the source of the rat's voice.

Cit, cit, cit, cit, hicks.

As soon as Lucian concentrated, he realized that what he heard was no longer the sound of mice, which was clearly a series of frightening cries.

Hiks.whuaa.

In the silent late night, there were no more squeaking sounds, only sad cries.

Lucian's heart skipped a beat, his chest tightened, his senses became extremely sharp, and he seemed to hear the sound of a cold night wind blowing through the crack of the door, and his cries were like singing a delicate song. It feels real and at the same time like an illusion.

Turning around and standing up from the bed, Lucian subconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining black bread in his hand as a self-defense weapon. However, in terms of violence, this was enough to knock a thief unconscious.

dug dug dug, huhua hikss, dug dug dug, huhuwhuaa.

Lucian wondered what the other strange sound was, but he soon realized that it was the sound of his own heartbeat, which was so loud in his ears.

A gloomy wind blew, Lucian clasped tightly onto the black bread, and could not help the fear in his heart, "This is a world with magic, is there not a spirit as well?"

Fortunately, he had crossed space and time, plus magical technique events and frightening experiences like someone who was burned alive this afternoon, so Lucian did not feel so panicked, and tense in this frightening atmosphere.

Lucian moved to the door slowly and saw the direction the source of the crying sound was coming from.

The cry was filled with sadness, sounding very clear in this silent late night, but the neighbors around were like they were drowning in their own dreams, no one reacted to the crying at all.

“This cry seems to come from under the wall on the right.” The closer Lucian gets to the door, the clearer the sound of his crying, “Wait, the right side of my house is the house of the witch who burned it, right?"

Lucian was surprised, "Didn't that witch's house also be set on fire by the church people? There may be hidden dungeons or secret chambers that hide spirits and other things."

Thinking of the hidden space, Lucian, who had read many novels, suddenly thought of things like, 'adventure', 'treasure' and 'magic book' in his mind, as well as a hint of greed.

Huhuaaa.

The cry seemed to have become a little shrill, giving Lucian goosebumps involuntarily, and his mind suddenly came to a realization, "If there are treasures and magic books though, it is still under the protection of this crying spirit."

“I am just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, who has no idea how strong the spirits in this world are, what their weaknesses are, and what to use to face spirits like this.”

Upon awakening, Lucian analyzed his own situation, and the more he thought about it, the more his fear grew. If he was blinded by greed, fascinated by adventure, and hastily searched for it, he would probably be buried in that place as well.

“But waiting like this is also not a solution, who knows the spirits are even nyamperin.” Lucian's mind spun rapidly, thinking of the action to be taken.

Suddenly a glimpse of the idea popped into Lucian's mind and thought of a power he could use, so he cautiously leaned against the door, fearing that the spirit had suddenly appeared behind or in front of him, his black bread was soaked by his own sweat on the palm of the hand.

Opening the wooden door bit by bit, Lucian's forehead was filled with cold sweat.

The wooden door was half open, the night outside was dark, and a cold wind was blowing.

Lucian stepped out of the door slowly and saw a light in the distance.

Front, back, left, right, up and down, no evil spirits appeared, and after coming out of the house, the spirit's cries became very small and faint, Lucian finally relaxed a little, and finally, he was still very faint, took a few breaths, then shouted loudly, saying,

"There are evil spirits, there are evil spirits that hurt people!"

The voice was so loud that Lucian himself was startled, as he had not expected to shout with all his might this loud.

"Guve woof." The stray dogs were even frightened to the point of barking wildly.

While listening to this, Lucian hurriedly ran to the Aderan church, of course this kind of purification should be left to the professional.

Moreover, as the witch's neighbor, she would likely be glimpsed by the church. If it was the real Lucian, then of course it didn't matter. But he hides secrets across time and space, so asking the church for help about this witch, might be able to dispel suspicions and win the trust of the church, she said, so there will be no need to worry about being noticed by the church anymore.

Lucian also thought of the possibility of the church members being greedy for the witch's treasure and killing her, so that was why Lucian shouted loudly the presence of evil spirits to wake everyone up.

Due to the rush, Lucian only thought about these aspects, still unable to think of everything as mature as possible.

The Aderan Church was not far away, and it did not take long for Lucian to see a building with a yellowish candlelight.

There were two guards with silver chainmail standing at the door of the church. As soon as they saw Lucian coming, one reached out to stop, and the other drew a sword just in case, because midnight always made people wary.

“What do you want to do in church?” The guard who reached out asked.

Lucian did not need to pretend to be nervous because he was very nervous, "There is a spirit, I heard the cry of a spirit from the house where the witch was burned alive this afternoon."

After the guards heard that, he also looked a little panicked and did not doubt Lucian's words at all, as this sort of thing could not be judged by apprentice knights like them. So he told Lucian to stay in place and let the other guard watch, while he himself turned around and walked to the church to tell the pastor. The sound of light collisions of armor gradually went into the church.

A few minutes later, a young, white-robed pastor walked out of the church along with the guards.

The priest is blond and has a thin face, while maintaining a unique rhythm while walking, so it looks very elegant, "I'm Pastor Benjamin, please re-explain things about the spirit."

In front of Reverend Benjamin, the two guards stood quietly, not daring to make any moves, for fear that the sound of their armor would interfere with Mr. Benjamin's question.

Lucian went to great lengths to explain how he found the voice of the weeping spirit, how he thought of the church, and how to deal with the fearful voice of the spirit, with a sincere and respectful attitude.

Benjamin listened carefully, and smiled gently, "It's good that you've done your job well, been able to overcome your fears and report to the church showing that your devotion is God."

He praised Lucian, then turned to the guard and said, "Thomson, call Gary and Paul. The witch was only a disciple, so there was no need to worry the bishop."

"Okay, Mr. Benjamin." Thomson doesn't talk much. Mr. Benjamin was an official priest, although only of the first order, but it should be fine to face the informal magic and magic traps left behind by the magician disciples. The gap between the two of them was greater compared to the apprentice knights with high-level knights. It was like the gap between an official priest and a senior-level apprentice priestess, no matter in terms of status or strength.

Benjamin asked Lucian a few more questions and knew his name, until the four guards who were also wearing silver chainmail but with a sense of strength and pressure that far surpassed Thomson rushed over.

Outside the burning witch huts, people gathered in the distance, the small flames remaining like starlight that was around the silver moon in the sky.

At this time, Lucian only realized that the moon in this world was silver.

The voice of babbling and anxiety faded as soon as Benjamin came. What remained was an expression of a calm feeling, and gradually gathered together and spoke calmly.

"I don't hear the voice of the spirit."

"If it exists or not, it's good for the pastor to come to do the purification."

Lucian listened carefully and discovered that he could still hear faint cries, but why couldn't others hear them?

Benjamin did not feel strange at all, and said to Lucian, "There are indeed spirits here."

Apparently Benjamin also heard that faint cry.

The four guards nodded, indicating that they also heard the same thing.