"newcomer?"
The leading boy stared at Cyril and asked.
This young man has striking blonde hair, not the low-key and elegant white gold of Mr. Scott, but a very dazzling, highly saturated golden yellow.
Cyril felt the boy's scrutiny, and he cautiously did not speak.
He found that the teenager gently rubbed the pocket watch in his hand.
"You are?"
Paris Greer asked aloud.
"We are a new student brought by Master Obilai, three days before you."
The blond boy gave a friendly smile.
He raised the map in his hand and said, "In five days, we will all go by boat to Whalefall Island."
The blond boy paused, looked at Cyril's expression inadvertently, and continued: "Your time is running out, I advise you to explore the manor quickly and see if there is anything good."
Paris Greer was a little confused when he heard the words, and he wanted to continue to ask, but the blond boy had already waved to them and went downstairs to leave.
When the background of the boy disappeared from sight, Cyril withdrew his gaze.
He had an intuition, the words just now were revealed to him by the blond boy on purpose.
The moment Cyril noticed the blond boy's gaze, he let the system detect the other's physical fitness.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the opponent's "mental power: 16; magic power: 4".
Even if the comer is not good, at least they can beat it.
***
The blond boy and his three companions had already walked to the lobby on the first floor.
"James, why did you tell those people specifically?"
One of his buddies asked in confusion.
"That black-haired boy has some powerful magic equipment on him."
James shrugged and waved the brass pocket watch in his hand.
This is a good thing he found when he was exploring in the Rose Manor the next day, and it could detect whether the other party had magic equipment.
He also pondered and tested for a long time before guessing the usage of this thing.
According to the direction of the hour hand on the dial, the range of the person is judged, and the size of the number pointed to by the minute hand is used to judge the strength of the magic equipment he is carrying.
The reason why I can get such an accurate usage is also thanks to the large and small disputes that broke out in the Rose Manor these days.
Thinking of this, James sighed secretly: Sure enough, there are people outside, this year's wizard apprentice reserve is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
"Just like to sell it to the black-haired boy, and be merciful in the subsequent grading trials."
James went on to explain: "We were the first to reveal information to him, and if he finds anything in the next few days, he can also talk to us at mealtime."
"Too."
His companion nodded with emotion.
"We have to hurry up and find some good things before the grading trial."
Several people quickened their pace, passed through the luxurious arch of the hall on the first floor, and walked towards the outside.
***
Cyril found his room with a bronze plaque "601" on the white wooden door.
He turned the round brass lock on the door clockwise, and the door opened with a click.
The switch of the corridor light in the room is at the entrance, Cyril gently pressed the pick, and a warm yellow light rose from the corridor lamp.
The furnishings in the room are simple and generous.
There is a small living room, and the door on the right is opened to the bedroom.
One side of the bedroom is also equipped with a desk for reading and writing, and a small and delicate brass kerosene lamp is placed on the table.
Cyril pushed open the bedroom window.
The windowsills were planted with large blooms of pale pink roses.
By this time night had completely fallen.
There was a crescent moon and a few scattered stars in the silent night sky.
In the distance, you can see the lake under the night and the high and low shrubs, and you can vaguely see three or two black figures.
The sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard in the distant woods.
Cyril looked at the scenery outside. He was just about to close the window when a chubby snowy owl flew straight towards Cyril with an envelope larger than its entire body in its mouth.
Then "Haha-" slammed into Cyril's chest.
?
How come this snowy owl doesn't look very smart...
Seeing that the dizzy snowy owl was about to fall to the floor, Cyril hurriedly stretched out one hand to fish for the little fat owl, and the other hand nimbly grabbed the dropped letter.
The palm-sized snowy owl looked at him with its small head tilted in Cyril's palm, as if it was silently urging him to open the letter quickly.
OK, although not very clever, but at least due diligence.
Cyril put Little Fat Chiu on the desk, then looked at the letter in his hand.
The color of the envelope is rich black, and it also exudes a faint cold fragrance.
The seal of the envelope is printed with a crimson, aristocratic and delicate "fire lacquer seal".
The pattern of the seal is that two roses are intertwined, and even the veins of the leaves are clearly visible.
Cyril found a brand new knife in the drawer of the desk.
He tilted the knife and carefully cut the flame lacquer mark.
When it was done, Cyril gently opened the envelope and took out a glossy invitation.
[to whom It May Concern,
Rose Manor welcomes you and wishes you an unforgettable time before leaving.
From your sincere estate owner.
Remember: every sunset is a time for treasures. All conflicts in the manor are at your own risk! ]
"Whenever the sun sets, it is time for treasures to be found."
Cyril's eyes stayed on this sentence.
He thought of the words of the blond boy he had met just before he came up, and of Mr. Scott's words before he left, his eyes drooping.
It looks like there must be something to look forward to at this manor.
Cyril quickly read the letter, and then carefully searched the envelope over and over again, but saw no other information.
He put the letter paper back into the envelope and put it away. Unexpectedly, the next moment, a cluster of bright blue flames spread from the previous seal of the lacquer.
The flame quickly licked the edge of the envelope, but Cyril's fingers holding the envelope could not feel the temperature of the flame at all.
In a short time, the entire envelope, including the invitation letter, was burnt out in his hands, leaving no ashes.
The snowy owl on the side saw that his task was completed, and fluttered his wings and flew out of the window, and his round body suddenly disappeared into the night sky.
Cyril was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and carefully closed the window, plugged in the latch, and then closed the curtain after thinking.
To explore is to explore.
He glanced at the brass kerosene lamp on the table, and it seemed that the owner of the manor had specially prepared it for this purpose.
But before exploring, you still have to fill your stomach.
Cyril took out the map and wanted to find the location of the restaurant.
However, he kept zooming in and out to search, but couldn't find the word and logo of "restaurant".
Just as Cyril was guessing whether to go directly to the lobby on the first floor, he suddenly thought of the scene where Mr. Scott signed the parchment with his fingers.
So Cyril also used his index finger to write the word "restaurant" in the blank.
Soon, the little red dot on the map that marked Cyril's location began to move, it jumped down the stairs quickly, and the scenery on the map changed accordingly, until the little red dot stopped at the side hall on the first floor. The location marked "restaurant".
"It's done!"
Cyril frowned.
He folded the map and put it in his pocket, picked up the small kerosene lamp on the desk, and went downstairs to the restaurant according to the map just now.