After saying hello to the old lady, Benedy followed Lucy into the two-story mansion.
He always felt that everything about this place was weird. After entering the house, the gray mist was still there, and he saw Lucy turning on the chandelier in the living room.
The light dissipated part of the gloom and brought a glimmer of light. Benedy didn't like the cold feeling in this home.
"Harum, don't sneak out again, it's very dangerous outside!" Lucy placed Harum on the sofa and warned her seriously.
Benedy could never figure out what series of creatures Harum belonged to. He felt like a white dumpling.
"Lucy, what are the scary things you're talking about?" Benedy was invited to sit on the sofa. Lucy was busy pouring water for Benedy, as if he were a guest at home.
"Scary thing?" Lucy put the water glass on the table, then jumped next to Harum and rubbed Baituanzi's head.
"Those scary things are elongated black shadows that drag nearby neighbors into the depths of sand pockets." Lucy described the scary things in the gray world.
"Sandbag? Does it mean this world?" Benedy asked doubtfully, what is sandbag?
"I don't know. This is what my father told me. He said this is a language called English. What language is English?" Lucy also expressed doubts about this.
"English?" Benedy was greatly shocked when he heard it. Shadou, shadow? Shadow?
As a "highly educated" young man living in the year 2900, it is impossible for Benedy not to know what English is. It is said that it was the most common language in the world 8,900 years ago.
Although today in the year 2900, everyone has completely unified the language into a language called Esperanto.
Because it cannot be defined as the language of a certain country, Esperanto is used to name this unified language.
But English, anyone who has studied history, will be familiar with it, and words like English appear here.
In other words, Lucy's father either came from the earth eight hundred years ago, or he was a person with rich knowledge of language and history.
Benedy felt goosebumps all over his body just thinking about the fact that someone came to Lenaras 800 years ago. This news surprised him so much!
You know, at that time, the Earth and Lenaras were out of reach.
"Benedy, do you know what English is?" Lucy saw that Benedy's expression was not right.
"I don't know much about it, but I know that English is a very distant language." Benedy sighed, he really didn't know much.
Sand pockets, shadows, slender black figures, the old lady next door, and the gray world of residential areas, this series of events made Benedy feel that the world was getting weirder and weirder.
"Lucy, why are you here? Where is your father? Why is he not at home?" Benedy tried to light the firewood in the fireplace.
"No!" Lucy yelled to stop him, and saw the little girl holding his hand and shaking her head, "The firelight will make those things restless. The most annoying thing about those scary thin black shadows is the firelight, so
They will hate the one who lights the fire."
"Why?"
Fire? Light?
Benedy took a look at the cold and dim room. Suddenly, he saw the chandelier above his head. The chandelier was also light. Why didn't it attract those things?
Benedy became more and more confused.
"I don't know either. I only know that when I woke up, I was lying in this room. My father doesn't live here, but he occasionally comes to see me. This is what he told me." Lucy's expression
Feeling a little lonely, I hugged my best friend Harum tightly.
"Really?" Benedy responded lightly. He was really not a competent father.
Benedy vaguely saw a photo placed on the fireplace, and he tentatively asked: "Lucy, can I visit your home?"
"Of course, I'll take you there!" The little girl immediately regained her energy, grabbed Harum and jumped down.
"Okay." Benedy responded with a smile.
While passing by the fireplace pretending to be casual, he glanced at the picture frame above.
There is a corner missing from the photo, and there is only a cute little girl holding a white doll and smiling happily.
There seemed to be a man wearing black clothing standing next to him. There was a deep scar on his neck, but his head was missing.
Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at a series of numbers on the photo, and Benedy's pupils shrank slightly.
"Damael calendar, year 6600, July 17th."
Benedy looked at little Lucy, who was walking upstairs step by step.
Has it been 100 years since this photo was taken? But Lucy has not changed at all in 100 years, which is enough to prove how abnormal this girl is!
In the world of Lenaras, it has been proven that the soul really exists, and maybe this is the place where the soul is stored?
But why can I come in? Oh, by the way, I seem to be dead and was swallowed by Dragon.
Benedy then slowly recalled what happened when he came to this world. Was he already dead? This is where the soul is taken by the criminals?
No! Benedy thought again that Lucy had said that her father did not live here. Whether "here" refers to this home or this gray world has yet to be confirmed. He may not really be dead yet, and there is still a trace of it.
Maybe he is still alive.
He hasn't seen his master for the last time, he hasn't said goodbye to his parents, he hasn't freed Black Dragon from his pain... He still has many things to do.
Following Lucy's footsteps, Benedy came to the second floor of the room.
Benedy passed by the corridor of the stairwell and saw a family photo hanging on the wall of a bedroom, but just like the small photo below, only the little girl was smiling happily in the whole photo.
The faces of father and mother were filled with holes after being torn apart.
Whenever she held the little white dumpling in her hand, Benedy looked at the interior decoration and layout.
Now he can be sure that many of the things here are products of the earth, and most of them have become antique items today.
Benedy saw a silver metal product placed on the table in the bedroom. Judging from the shape, it seemed to be a firearm-like weapon. Benedy felt a little disturbed.
Even today, in the year 2900, guns are absolutely restricted items.
The power of the most ordinary pistol is even comparable to the magic release of a third-tier magician! Moreover, it does not even require the time of chanting.
Hearing Lucy's call, Benedy averted his eyes. When he turned around the house, Lucy took him into a study room, and Benedy's attention was immediately attracted.
The title of the book attracted him, and after asking Lucy for permission, he stayed in the study.
Lucy gently closed the door for him, hugged Harum and went out.
"What a sensible child." Benedy stretched out his arms, picked a few books, and slowly sat on the wooden armchair.
Suddenly, the only sounds left in the room were Benedy's breathing and the rustling of pages turning in books.