novelraw Chapter 341 My house is built on a pile of antiques
Chapter 341 My house is built on a pile of antiques
Chapter 341 My House is Built on a Pile of Antiques
Gun factory, office.
While working at his desk, Lorne suddenly felt his spiritual intuition being gently touched.
"Ms. Sharon?"
Sure enough, the familiar figure, dressed in a black Gothic court dress and wearing a small soft hat, was silently floating in mid-air.
"it's me."
A cold, clear voice came from the other end.
"I remember there shouldn't be any classes today—" Lorne put down the documents in his hand and looked at her with some confusion.
"It's not about the course." Sharon floated closer slowly.
Lorne glanced up at her, waiting for her to continue.
Sharon continued in her calm, even tone, "It's not about those extraordinary characteristics brought from the tomb."
"What is that?" Lorne was even more puzzled. Besides these two things, could there be anything else that required her to make the trip herself?
"Marich discovered some problems at your villa that's currently under renovation—" Sharon explained.
"The villa—problem—" Lorne frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
8 Williams Street.
Lorne, who came with Sharon, met Marich, who was already waiting at the villa entrance.
Because it was late, the workers in charge of the renovation had all gone home. Only the three of them remained in the large villa.
"The renovation is pretty good—" Lorne stood outside the villa, carefully examining his own property.
The somewhat worn-out exterior walls have been repainted, presenting a calming off-white color. The lines of the window frames and eaves have also been refined. Although the interior is still in a mess, from the outside, it already has the air of a luxurious mansion.
He turned to look at Maric beside him and said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work. You've taken the time out of your busy schedule to keep an eye on things for me here."
"A commission? What commission?" Marich's face showed obvious surprise upon hearing Lorne's words.
He's been pretty free lately, hasn't taken on any commissions at all. Aside from playing cards with his "card-playing buddies" every day, he spends the rest of his time supervising Scott's work.
"No commission—" Lorne glanced at him in surprise, then turned slightly to the side and glanced at Sharon behind him out of the corner of his eye.
"Uh—" Marich was still wondering, but when he met Sharon's face, which was expressionless but had an unusually cold gaze, he instantly realized what she meant and quickly changed his words, "Ah, right—I recently finished a rather troublesome commission." He hurriedly made up an excuse, "The client wanted me to keep it strictly confidential, so—I can't say any more about the specific details."
"Is that so?" Lorne looked at him suspiciously, then at Sharon who seemed indifferent to the matter, but ultimately didn't delve into it. "Alright, thank you for your hard work."
He followed Marich and Sharon through the cluttered living room, piled high with various building materials, and down a staircase into a rather spacious basement.
There were no gas pipes laid here, but four antique metal candlesticks were embedded in the wall, the flickering candlelight casting long and short shadows of the three people.
Looking at the walls and floors around him, which were clearly meticulously decorated, Lorne couldn't help but sigh.
"No wonder it's a former aristocrat's house—I would never want to dig a basement that's as big as a living room in my own home, and a fully furnished one at that."
After walking a few more steps, Marich stopped and pointed to a seemingly ordinary wall in front of him.
"There is a secret door there, which the workers discovered by accident while they were renovating the wall."
"Inside, it leads to a very large underground building."
"I tried sending my zombies in to explore before, but—none of them came back."
"A place like ruins, huh?" Lorne muttered to himself.
Backlund is a city with a long history, so it's not unusual for ancient sites to be unearthed. Just like in those ancient cities before he transmigrated, every major construction project was like an archaeological disaster, because you never knew what the next shovel would dig up.
"Maybe—there's treasure inside."
"What are your opinions?" Lorne asked, turning to him. "Should we continue exploring to figure out what's inside, or simply seal this place off completely?"
"You are the owner of this house, so you decide," Sharon said in her usual calm tone.
"Hmm—" Lorne touched his chin with his fingers and pondered for a moment.
"If there's something really extraordinary inside, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep until I figure it out—"
He focused his mind slightly and carefully sensed the danger. His spiritual intuition told him that there was indeed danger behind the secret door, but—the degree of danger was far less intense than what he had felt in Amon's Tomb.
"Then let's explore and see. If we really find some treasure, we'll split it equally among the three of us."
"Yes," Marich and Sharon agreed.
"Why are there so many snakes?!"
The exploration had only just begun. Not long after the three pushed open the heavy stone door, they encountered a veritable "rain of snakes."
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Countless long snakes with triangular heads and red patterns on their bodies surged out of the cracks in the stone wall like a tide, making people's scalps tingle.
"Should we just spray bullets?" Lorne suggested, frowning, as he looked at the scene that would kill anyone with trypophobia on the spot.
"Need not."
Sharon and Marich exchanged a glance.
The next second, a chilling, biting wind suddenly swept through the passageway. Whoosh! The wind howled, penetrating every corner of the passageway, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.
About a minute later, a thin layer of frost had formed on the ground and walls. Most of the surging venomous snakes were frozen in place, remaining in a crawling posture, lifeless. Only a few that were lucky enough to escape the impact fled back into the depths of the crevices.
"What a convenient ability—" Lorne shivered from the cold, but still sincerely praised it.
As they continued their exploration, the group discovered many unexpected things.
They discovered that the underground structure had a very distinct Quaternary architectural style.
In a large hall resembling a council chamber, they found two enormous chairs that seemed to have been prepared for giants. On the back of one of the chairs, the emblem of the Tudor family was clearly engraved.
Next, they discovered statues and emblems of the other six main gods, excluding the god of steam and machinery.
"It has a history of over a thousand years —" Lorne stroked the carvings on the cold stone wall.
"My house is actually built on top of a bunch of antiques—"
He couldn't help but sigh again. He took out his monocle from his pocket, put it on his right eye, and looked around at the "antiques" with great interest, estimating their value.
A moment later, he took off his glasses with some disappointment and sighed.
"What a pity—these items with obvious religious attributes can't be sold at all. If they are sold, it's easy for the official extraordinary individuals to come knocking on our door to check our gas meter."
Otherwise, these "junk" items would be priceless treasures!
"There's another door over there," Sharon's ethereal voice interrupted Lorne's greedy thoughts.
Following Sharon's words, the group turned their gaze to the huge, closed double stone door in the center of the hall.
"That place...it gave me a terrible feeling..."
"It seems like—something extremely ominous—" Lorne pressed his fingers to his chin, his brows furrowed.
"Should I put another zombie in to investigate?" Marich suggested.
"No way," Lorne immediately objected. "Didn't all those zombies you had before go missing? Putting them back in might attract some ominous creature—"
"The ominous thing has been sealed away—"
He glanced around the hall, which was covered in the dust of history, and his spiritual intuition, which belonged to the path of destiny, was gently touched.
"I have a feeling—it seems like more than one unlucky guy has died here."
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