Chapter 2123: The Hamilton Family

The ink-colored sword scar struck the giant head head-on. After the starlight-shimmering scar flew out from the back of the skull, the head split into two halves on the spot, dissipating into the darkness amidst increasingly ear-piercing howls.

But soon, following the surge of darkness, another giant head emerged from the gloom. Xia De, having landed, once again wielded his sword to meet it; this battle would likely drag on for a long time.

"Do you understand Ancient A-runes? Come over and help."

Luweiya tugged at Emilia's sleeve, handed her a piece of chalk with a blue fluorescent glow, and briefly explained how to arrange the runes. The elf girl then crouched down to write the runes on the ground, but her pointed ears could still hear the sounds of massive impacts and fighting coming from outside.

"【Friendly Neighbor】, just like the cursed letters and the lingering shadow ghosts you've encountered before, is essentially a powerful curse born from people's resentment and fear. Theoretically speaking, as long as intelligent life exists and possesses the capacity for fear, these already-born cursed relics are very difficult to contain completely. Don't look at how brilliantly Xia De is fighting outside; in fact, no matter how many times he wins, he won't be able to drive this thing away. So, in the future, when you encounter relics, you should also think more about what the core of the relic is actually pointing to."

Luweiya was still softly instructing her:

"Of course, this doesn't mean Xia De's current efforts are useless. If he weren't holding the line outside, the two of us wouldn't be able to complete this ritual so easily here. This is probably your first time dealing with a Sage-level relic, which is a very valuable experience. As for whether to inform the Academy about this later, that is up to you to decide; Xia De and I are not lacking in this honor... and outside the Academy, while such things are not common, they are not something one only sees once."

The pointed-eared elf girl nodded, but did not make a decision immediately, only speeding up the movements of her hands; she knew Xia De was buying time for them.

With Luweiya there, no further trouble occurred, and the ritual that Emilia couldn't understand was soon completely written on the walls and floor. Afterward, the elf girl hid behind Luweiya again, watching her reach out and pull open that room door.

Creak~

The light revealed in the door crack made Emilia somewhat uncomfortable. Soon, the light engulfed the two of them, and when their vision returned to normal, they appeared together in a sunny and lively-looking strange apartment.

To be honest, having just been in that gloomy and terrifying corridor, now suddenly arriving in the sunlight, Emilia not only didn't feel safe, but instead felt that the surroundings were even more dangerous.

She gripped Luweiya's hand tightly, fearing that the two of them would be separated for various reasons. But there was no danger here for the moment; there were only Mr. Goodman and Mrs. Goodman sitting on two bamboo chairs in the sunlight, talking.

A small white-painted square table was placed between the two chairs. The master of the apartment sat with his legs crossed, reading a newspaper whose contents could not be identified, while the mistress of the apartment had a yarn basket on her lap and was knitting a sweater.

"Seems like new neighbors moved in next door?"

The man's voice came from behind the newspaper.

"Yes, heard they're bumpkins from the countryside. At noon, that woman even sent me some flatbread. Hmph~ who would eat their stuff, ptooey~"

The woman knitting the sweater said while working.

The sunny space suddenly turned dark. When the light appeared again, the surroundings were the same as before, but the bright sunlight outside the window had dimmed significantly. At the same time, the brand-new newspaper in the man's hand had become crumpled, and the yarn the woman was knitting with had turned from white to blood-red.

"Did our new neighbors attend last night's neighborhood housewives' afternoon tea party? How was she?"

The man behind the newspaper asked again, and the woman knitting the sweater still used a sharp, complaining, and mocking tone:

"Bumpkins from the countryside, don't know anyone, and when drinking coffee, she actually poured all the sugar in. Ptooey, what's the use of having money? Sooner or later they'll have to crawl back to their mud hole."

This space turned dark again. When the light appeared for the third time, only the dim orange-red sunlight of dusk shone into the room from the window. The man still sat with his legs crossed, hiding his face behind a newspaper filled with terrifying, twisted text, and the woman was still knitting, with blood constantly dripping down from the yarn basket.

"Did the new neighbors come to ask for help today?"

It was still the man who spoke first, only compared to just now, his originally magnetic voice had become hoarse.

"Yes, yes, when making dinner, that woman borrowed salt from me."

When the woman spoke, it was as if she had a glob of sticky phlegm stuck in her throat.

"You gave it to her?"

"Of course, ptooey~ guess what else I put in the salt jar?"

Amidst a burst of low laughter, darkness descended, and then faint light shone from the window into the dark room. Both the man and the woman were shrouded in large patches of shadows. Emilia, feeling her whole body trembling, gripped Luweiya tightly. The three scenes just now were simple conversations, but she inexplicably felt her heart crawl; her sixth sense was frantically warning her to leave here quickly.

The man maintained his leg-crossing posture, and the terrifying document from last time had now become a blood-dripping human skin scroll. The woman was also still engaged in knitting, but the yarn basket was clearly something bloody and fleshy like a pelvis, and what she was sewing was an infant that looked like it had been dead for a long time.

"Our neighbors seem to need some help recently; I noticed the plants in their garden are all withering."

"Yes, they do need help; I noticed all kinds of cockroaches, centipedes, and rats breeding in their land."

"Why is that?"

"Why is that?"

The ferocious laughter, a mix of the hoarse man's voice and the sharp woman's voice, made Emilia feel dizzy and nearly faint.

In this dizziness, darkness descended once again. Only when the faint light of the gas lamp shone again did Emilia realize in a daze that she was standing in the foyer of No. 6 St. Deran Square with Luweiya.

It seemed to be night outside, and the gas lamp light in the foyer appeared unusually dim. A knock on the door sounded before she realized what was happening, and then the door opened automatically.

Mr. Goodman and Mrs. Goodman stood outside under the wall lamp together with brilliant smiles.

She gripped the hand of her sister, Luweiya Luoyisha, tightly, while Mr. Goodman outside smiled and said:

"Mrs. Hamilton, your family has moved here from the countryside for so long, and you haven't visited us yet. My wife and I would like to invite you to visit."

Shadows squirmed like tentacles behind the two people outside the door, and a strange rustling sound came from the darkness, but Emilia blushed instantly because of the title "Mrs. Hamilton." Only then did she realize this wasn't said to her.

"Sorry, my husband is not at home right now; he is still working."

Emilia heard her sister Luweiya say this. The elf girl condemned her own immoral behavior in her heart, while the "kind" Mrs. Goodman shook her head and smiled:

"It doesn't matter, Mrs. Hamilton. You can take your sister to our house first; we have prepared a very sumptuous feast for you. When Mr. Hamilton returns from work, we will invite him again."

Although Emilia didn't know why she felt a bit afraid of these neighbors in the city, she still instinctively didn't want to leave home. She wanted to open her mouth to remind her sister, but found that she couldn't speak.

In her muddled head, the confusion deepened. And after a moment of silence she didn't notice, Luweiya asked calmly:

"Are you only inviting the two of us? Can our family's cat come along?"

"Cat?"

In Emilia's muddled head, the image of that orange-white cat immediately popped up. But for some reason, she thought of another silver cat, yet she couldn't remember whether that silver cat was also a family pet.

The smiles on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Goodman outside the door remained, but they did not answer this question.

Luweiya, in a calm tone, continued to ask:

"Since you have taken the initiative to extend an invitation, I have to tell you one thing. Although I am the mistress of this house, I am not the only lady in the family. Are others to be invited as well?"

"Are there others?"

Mrs. Goodman spoke again, very enthusiastically:

"Where are they now? You can call them all over."

"In Mid-Hill Fort, Cassandra Auction House, Grace White and Helen Black."

A hint of a smile appeared in Luweiya's calm tone:

"They are a pair of very beautiful twin sisters; my husband just likes this."

"I'll go invite them right now."

Mrs. Goodman said, stepping back a small step into the darkness. And in Emilia's muddled head, new memories were recalled at this time, remembering that the man her sister married was very unfaithful:

"There seem to be many people in the house, but fortunately the house is very big, so there's no need to worry... always feel like something is wrong."

Mrs. Goodman didn't leave for long. Before Emilia, whose mind was wandering, could sort out the messy memories in her head, she stumbled back out of the darkness. On the surface, Mrs. Goodman looked no different from just now, but Luweiya clearly felt that she had been seriously injured:

"Didn't you invite them?"

Luweiya asked with a smile, gripping Emilia's left hand and squeezing it gently, hoping the muddled girl behind her would wake up as soon as possible:

"Since you didn't invite the others in the house, then I'm really sorry, we can't just go out. The master of the house hasn't returned yet, and we dare not go out like this. He is a very petty man; although he usually looks smiley and speaks to us very gently, once we don't listen, he really will take action... quite a few girls in the family have been whipped by him because of this." ===== CHAPTER 2124 =====