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"Mr. Steward, we have a new guest in our manor." Tim is a clever boy. He was sent to the church by the Greg family when he was dying. The kind nun cured him. He began to follow Gray every day, helpless Well, the butler had to make him a small manservant in the manor, which was against the rules. Tim looked thin and small, and he was not capable of working.Maybe it was because of his green eyes, like the color of spring, or maybe it was because no one on the estate had spoken to the elderly steward in too long.

"Oh? Are you an old friend of the Earl? But as far as I know, Earl...Earl Wallace doesn't have any acquaintances." Mr. Butler straightened his clothes, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and walked towards the door .

It was a four-wheeled carriage, and the complicated carvings showed the identity of the owner.A gentleman who was not young got out of the carriage. He stood upright, and his well-tailored black tuxedo complemented his slender figure.

"My distinguished guest, hello, welcome to Earl Wallace's estate." The butler bowed deeply.

"Earl Wallace? Oh? Which Earl Wallace are you talking about?" The visitor evoked a sarcastic smile: "Mr. Steward, you may be too old, have you forgotten that your dear Lord Earl has already fought with God Come on. Oh, and maybe the estate is going to go away too."

"What do you mean?" The old butler stood by the gate in a daze, unable to react.

"Oh, it's too bad, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Yake Sim, you can call me Mr. Sim." Yake looked around, carefully looking at the gloomy and decaying house, "Oh yes, I'm a merchant. The kind of no-nonsense merchant your master despises the most. But now this lowly merchant is going to buy his estate. Maybe I'll tear the house down, it's so gloomy here, as if A castle where the devil lives."

Merchant Jacques really quickly recruited workers to renovate the manor. Mr. Steward didn't react too much to this. His old body was like a withered vine, and the only strength he had was to curl himself up. .

In the first two days, the workers simply explored the original building structure of the manor, drew up design drawings to decide where should be demolished and where could be kept. The Ge □□ family entertained them as if they were distinguished guests.However, on the third day, when the workers were about to start construction, terrible things happened. There were terrible footsteps and knocking on the door in the attic from time to time that night. No, I asked Mr. Housekeeper the next morning, and the answer I got was that I had a good night's sleep and didn't hear any sound.So the workers decided to repair the terrible attic first. Although they had made sufficient psychological preparations, the workers were either hit by tools, or felt a cold wind behind them inexplicably. In that era full of various legends, the workers No one wanted to stay in the manor any longer. What's more, Mr. Steward began to cough every day and night, and sometimes even vomited blood.

"Sorry gentlemen, I didn't mean to be so rude, and I don't know what's wrong with me. I may be too old." Mr. Gray coughed up blood again in front of everyone.

"..." The workers looked at each other with disgust and fear on their faces.

Finally, the workers couldn't take it anymore, complaining that the manor was too old and full of horrible ghosts, and worried that the housekeeper had some serious contagious disease, maybe it was tuberculosis, God bless, don't let yourself To this fate.After Mr. Yake got the news, he was furious, but there was nothing he could do. Even a businessman like him who only believed in money would avoid ghosts and diseases.

"Okay, little thing, don't scratch the door mischievously at night. What would you like to eat today?" Ge's family picked up the little black cat that was nestled at his feet. This cat was found by the old housekeeper one day I picked it up in the garden. It was small and cute, shivering in the cold wind, so Mr. Gray carried it back. In such a huge manor, he also needed a companion.

The kitten licked Mr. Gray's palm obediently and innocently, and let out an affectionate whimper.Mr. Gray looked at the kitten dotingly, held the candlestick in one hand, and walked slowly towards the end of the corridor. The road behind him gradually disappeared into darkness, while the road ahead was bright.

Since then, there has been no Wallace Manor, only Slumberland, which carries many memories.