The black sun hangs high

Chapter 108 Alexandra

Looking at room 508, which was even more bizarre and strange than room 203, Hugh felt his nerves being forcibly "expanded" by everything that was happening here.

After witnessing so many strange things, Hugh found himself gradually accepting them all.

After all, if you think about it carefully, if you exclude those ancient gods who are unknown to others and the ancient creations that originated from them, he himself is the most special and strangest existence in the world of Vaan.

After a brief period of self-anesthesia, Hugh put his left hand into his pocket and grasped a high-quality magic crystal.

With this action, pure magic began to slowly fill Shug's already empty spiritual world, and the metal disc, whose rotation speed had begun to slow down, was stabilized.

Hugh cast his gaze upon the "Royal Hound" lying prone in the recessed area of ​​the disc. Sensing Hugh's gaze, the fierce hunter immediately stood up, and a low, menacing growl echoed in Hugh's mind. It was ready to display its power at any moment.

"Don't rush... we might not need you, don't rush."

Hughes silently repeated the two sentences to himself, then nodded to Veraine and stepped into the strange room.

The mountain of magical lamps illuminated the room, but also cast all sorts of strange shadows on the walls, floor, and ceiling. Hugh lifted his foot and gently pushed aside two old table lamps that had fallen to the floor. The magical crystals embedded in their bases had completely exhausted all their magic power and could no longer emit any light.

"There are quite a few antiques here."

Weilin said softly, pointing to the wall, "I've only ever seen lamps like this in the old archives of Merlinle. They're all Northern styles that have been obsolete for many years. There aren't any like this anymore."

Hughes looked in that direction and saw five or six lamps decorated with different magical creatures piled up there.

Veraine was right. He had seen similar lamps before in the storage room of Ernst's old house in Seren City. These things were completely outdated, and you couldn't even buy matching crystals on the market. They could only be left to gather dust in the corner.

After entering the room, the two realized that the lights they had seen through the porch were just the tip of the iceberg.

In fact, the rest of room 508 was also filled with various lamps. Not only was the large bed in the center of the room filled with all kinds of lamps, but the bathroom and wardrobe were also crammed full. As for under the bed, there was a faint light coming from it, which meant that the space there had already been used.

Hugh stood at the foot of the bed, not because he didn't want to go anywhere else, but because there was nowhere else to go in the room. Even the place where the two of them were standing now was forcibly cleared by Virin using her mage's hand.

Hugh gradually relaxed his tense mind. So far, there were no warning signs in his mental world. Although he could always detect extremely faint magical fluctuations in this room, these fluctuations were not as suffocating as the previous rat swarm.

Although the magical energy fluctuations in the room still gave people a dark and cold feeling, they were not urgent and appeared extremely gentle, so the sense of oppression they brought was naturally very weak.

Hugh's eyes were once again veiled by the mist of the messenger in the mirror, and under the magical vision, everything in room 508 became clearer.

He noticed that among the piles of magical lamps on the bed, there was actually a stone statue, but it was now buried by the various supports and lamp sculptures. Even under the magical vision of the Mirror Messenger, only a rough outline could be seen. However, compared to the stone statue of General Ludwig Ernst, the black statue in room 508 was clearly a size smaller.

This should be a stone statue of a female member of the family.

Two more minutes passed, and the surroundings remained completely silent.

Hughes concealed the deep mist in his eyes, took a shallow breath, and then suddenly spoke: "You didn't invite us here just to show us your collection, did you?"

Hugh's voice echoed softly between the walls of the room. Two seconds later, as if in response to his question, the almost still magic in the room began to flow slowly. Under the interference of this cold power, the magic lamps that were still working began to flicker slightly, and some of the lamps that had little magic left went out completely under this interference.

In the dappled light, the soft rustling of rodents could be heard coming from the bed, which was hidden by the magic lamp.

The pages of the magic book floated beside Vilin, and her pupils also emitted a faint magical light, clearly indicating that she had already constructed a large number of complex magic runes in her mind, ready to launch attacks using different methods at any time.

However, Hugh remained remarkably calm.

He stepped back to Vera's side, gently shook his head at her, and then looked back at the flickering shadow ahead.

The chilling black waves reappeared, but they were no longer as turbulent and vicious as before; instead, they appeared extremely gentle.

Gradually, the rats gathered in front of Hugh, just as he had seen in the manor hotel before, and these rats gradually formed a blurry human shape.

Compared to the imposing, burly human figures of the past, the shadows they now form are relatively slender and elongated, and also more detailed.

Gradually, the outlines of these rats began to blur, the magic that constituted their bodies began to merge, and finally completely converged into one, transforming into a female figure with distinct boundaries and an indistinct appearance.

Although the figure was still completely black under the light, the pressure she brought was much less than that of the surging swarm of rats.

The pages of the magic book slowly drooped down, and Virin reached out and caught them, her eyes widening as she intently observed the changes before her. This was a magical miracle she had never seen before, a magic that had never been recorded by the mages of the Vain world.

"..."

A strange sound came from the dark female figure, which sounded like countless rats screaming at the same time.

As if she hadn't expected to make such a sound, the figure paused slightly, but then she made a similar sound again.

She began repeating and striving again and again.

Finally, after more than a dozen attempts, her shrill "voice," composed of countless hissing mice, began to become clear and orderly.

"Child, what... is your name?"

This was what the other person wanted to say, though it wasn't coherent, but Hugh still managed to understand her meaning. And the person she was asking the question to was none other than Hugh.

As for Veraine, she seemed to be ignored.

Recalling what Old Zeke had told him earlier, and combining it with what he had seen and heard at the Ernst Manor Hotel, Hugh quickly thought for two seconds, then took a small step forward. He stared at the shadow in front of him, which was made of chaotic magic, and said the name of his body.

"Shug Ernst".

Upon hearing Hugh's reply, the humanoid shadow trembled slightly under the light of the magic lamp. She did not answer immediately, but sat there quietly, as if lost in thought.

Hugh and the other waited quietly for a while before the shadow finally showed a new reaction.

"What time is it now?"

This time, her voice was much clearer and more coherent than before, and the squeaking noises that sounded like mice were much weaker. Hugh could even hear a human tone in it.

"It's almost the winter festival in the year 2699 of the Kal't calendar."

"2699..."

The shadow softly repeated what Hugh had said, her voice trembling slightly, like a faint arc of light that had finally fallen to the ground after traversing a long period of time.

Seeing that the other party remained silent for a moment, Hugh took the initiative to ask, "Excuse me for being so bold, but may I ask... how should we address you, sir?"

Hugh's question finally pulled the shadow, which clearly possessed consciousness and memory, out of the viscous swamp of memories. Then, under the gaze of Hugh and the other, the shadow began to change. Her figure became more slender, and her face became clearer.

Ten seconds later, Hughes saw a woman's face, which was still somewhat blurry but could be vaguely recognized.

She slowly opened her mouth and gave her name.

“Alexandra Ernst…”

Upon hearing the name, Hugh couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Although he had already guessed the identities of the inhabitants of these underground rooms when he saw the statue of General Ludwig Ernst, he was still shaken when he heard a magical shadow, clearly from the past, utter the name.

Alexandra Ernst—a woman who left a deep mark on the history of the entire Kingdom of Walter, and even on the entire Lovi Plateau.

Three hundred and twenty years ago on the Love Plateau, the Countess known as "Ernst's Glory" participated in a series of important events on the Love Plateau with her wisdom, methods, and amazing courage. If she had not existed, Augustine I, known as the "usurper" and "ambitious man," would not have had the opportunity to ascend his throne. Similarly, if she had not existed, the Kingdom of Walter would probably have attracted the open attack of Merlinler and the Council of Law three hundred years ago.

Violet, standing beside her, was equally surprised.

As a magic scholar, she wasn't particularly interested in the history of the Vaan kingdoms, but she had heard of the legendary story of "Countess Alexandra." Her legendary experiences had long been rewritten into different novels by folk writers, and even Verin herself had read two of them when she was bored...

However, after uttering that resounding name, the shadow of the famous countess began to tremble slightly. The swarm of rats that made up her figure began to recombine in a way that Hugh and the other could not understand, which made Alexandra's figure and face blur again, and her voice began to become disordered and incoherent.

“I am…I am Alexandra.”

She repeated, "But I am also Oscar, I am Prandtl... I am Jacob, I am Christina..."

A series of names, some familiar and some unfamiliar to Hugh, were uttered by the constantly trembling humanoid shadow. At first, Hugh could barely match those names with the famous figures in the Ernst family, but soon he could no longer recognize any of them. However, he knew that those names belonged to a much more distant time and space, to ancestors who had long been forgotten by the current members of the Ernst family.

Weilin stood against the wall, looking at the shadowy figure "sitting" on the bed. She felt a tingling sensation in her brain, and her skin broke out in tiny bumps as if it had been exposed to cold.

She knew she was terrified by what was happening before her eyes.

This fear stemmed not only from the fact that she had witnessed too many phenomena beyond the comprehension of ordinary spellcasters in a short period of time, but also from the fact that the person standing in front of her at this moment did not show any fear or unease!

Yes, at this moment, Hugh stood straight in place, staring silently ahead, as if he were not facing some terrifying phenomenon that was beyond human comprehension and difficult to explain or deal with using existing magical theories, but rather some ordinary scene that he had long been accustomed to.

If Hughes knew what Vera was thinking right now, he would definitely laugh out loud.

Because Vera Lin guessed correctly.

Just as the shadow before him began to change rapidly and utter that string of names, Hugh knew that his previous conjecture about the so-called will of the Ernst family had been confirmed.

The familiar light and shadow emanating from the other party, as well as the aura that was highly similar to the ancient creations in the Dream Sanctuary, gave Hugh a sense of déjà vu. Under the influence of this feeling, although Hugh remained cautious and vigilant, he found it difficult to feel fear.

After all, once you've seen it all, you naturally become numb to it.

The aura emanating from "Alexandra" made the scurrying rat, which was trapped in the metal disc's groove, extremely agitated. Its fur was completely bristling, and it seemed eager to provoke the presence before Hugh.

Seeing the incredibly violent behavior of the scurrying rats, Hughes had a bold guess in his mind—perhaps the strange magical ritual set up by the Black Sun Society in the underground of Ernst Manor, and the black rat swarm directly related to the ritual, were originally related to an ancient deity.

For example...

The "Earth Mother Goddess" who rides a chariot drawn by running rats?
(End of this chapter)