Chapter 253： 1 more diary (modified)

Chapter 251 Another Diary (Revised)

"Allen, slap the snow on your body and come in again, lest the snow melt away the outside organs," the mother Morgan Lefei shouted.

Allen bluntly flicked the snowflakes on her body in the hall, but the figure of the girl in red stayed in her mind, lingering.

Father Owen, they are all seated in the restaurant.

Probably talking about something happy, Owen burst out a hearty laugh.

Allen felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just heard. They disappointed and they would not believe it. Second, he put his coat aside and walked into the restaurant.

The wall of the dining room is green, with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Hundreds of candles illuminate the interior of the room. The fire in the high fireplace flickers and there are torches burning on all four walls.

There is a long table under the chandelier, and everyone is already sitting in the high-back chair, ready to enjoy dinner.

The wine in the metal stemware exuded a rosy luster under candlelight. On the silver plate, rich and delicious food piled up tall.

If you put on a dress gown and a minaret hat, this is a typical medieval wizard meeting.

Allen noticed that his father's eyes sparkled in the bright candlelight. Obviously, he was very happy to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.

When Alan was also seated, Aunt Josephine tapped on the tall metal wine glass in front of her, and smiled very heartily.

"This is the most hilarious Christmas I've had in all these years. Owen, thank you." She took a sip of the glass of wine and a hint of red liquid slipped across the corner of her mouth.

"You are alone in such a large manor, it is indeed very lonely." Morgan Le Fay sighed to his husband's sister.

Aunt Josephine blinked, "No, don't look at this manor has been a bit decadent, but it's been years, living here, imagining the prosperity of the past, and not interesting.

Alan watched Aunt Josephine drink the bright red wine, and always felt that her words meant something else.

All guests and hosts enjoyed this feast. Only Allen was still thinking about the girl in red.

After drinking enough, everyone shuffled and walked on the hard ground. A long torch shrouded Allen in the flickering light.

In the candlelight, the huge oil paintings on the walls on both sides looked exceptionally gloomy.

The strange wizards and witches all had their faces stretched, their expressions cold, and they didn't smile at all.

Dark promenades, dark portraits, dizzying twists and turns, flickering fire, and-Allen's pounding heartbeat.

Also frightened was Daisy, "Oh, it looks terrifying here! Fortunately, the little bear is asleep."

Allen and Daisy looked at Emily at the same time.

The little girl blushed and fell asleep in Albert's arms, gently hitting her heart.

"I'll take her back to the room first." Albert said softly.

Renn nodded to the two and returned to his room.

"It's still early, maybe, you can sit in my room," Daisy said.

Allen nodded thoughtfully. He knew in his heart that in such a horrible and strange environment, sister Daisy would inevitably feel a little uneasy.

"You will like your room, the whole house is great, really." Allen said to her sister.

"This house is gloomy, it's hard not to be scared." Daisy murmured. "Except for the large space, there is no advantage."

"In fact, this house should be at least three hundred years old."

Moving his eyes away from the portraits, Alan looked at the pillars of the house thoughtfully.

The manor where they are at the moment is a building with a vault of pillars on all four sides of the original hall, the structure is a cross arch.

The large and small pillars are staggered and the proportions are harmonious.

"How do you know?" Daisy was impatient and urged Allen to leave.

"You see, its pillars strictly comply with the column specifications, and are typical of Palladian architecture."

Allen determined his own idea, which is a typical architectural style at the end of the Renaissance.

"Oh, whatever I want, I want to leave here." Daisy tightened her coat tightly, and she felt chilly in this corridor.

Allen shrugged, involuntarily paying some respect to the manor. In previous life, if you want to carefully explore the buildings with such a long history, you have to collect tickets.

They entered Daisy's room, which was the room with bay windows next to Allen.

The layout of the room is almost the same as Allen's room, except that there is a huge bookshelf, and the magic books are stacked neatly.

"Ha, Daisy, your room is better than mine! There are so many collections." Allen exclaimed heartily.

"You can just look around here." Daisy opened the closet door inadvertently.

Allen walked to the bookcase, and the carvings on it made him reaffirm the history of the house, which is definitely a 17th century style.

"It's really funny, we actually lived in a house that was at least three hundred years old." Alan checked out the bookshelf.

"Huh?" Allen found a black-covered notebook in a corner of the bookshelf, which reminded him of Voldemort's notepad.

He turned the book open, and in the dim candlelight, some familiar words twisted and jumped on the book.

Niven?

Allen was interested.

Is this a little wizard's study notes?

He sat on a wooden chair aside and flipped through.

Although this book is recorded in Runiwen, the spells it records are very common, and there is nothing strange.

Allen turned his attention to Runi on the title page.

Very simple, only seven letters translated-Tremere.

Alan was horrified, he thought of the meaning of these seven letters.

Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic, once used his bland voice to introduce ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The Cincinnati clan, one of the thirteen clan of vampires.

The original members of the Simor clan were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life. They didn't know what power they were receiving. They even got the ability to **** blood through alchemy, magic, and the blood of an elder elder.

What does the name on this book represent?

Is it a little wizard who worships Simor, or a vampire?

Could this house shrouded in the shadows of the mountains be a vampire manor?

What about Aunt Josephine?

Alan thought of Aunt Josephine's hat that would never be taken off, and her ruddy complexion.

Today's chapter is very difficult to code, and now it is completely written, the update is slow, I am very sorry.

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