Chapter 263 Open and Honest (Modified)

"Now, it's time for us to leave." Clark turned around and floated in the opposite direction from the balcony.

Allen saw that as she passed through, a square door appeared in the room, and he quickly followed, groping forward through the invisible wall.

On the other side of the door, Alan found a staircase, went down the stairs, and Alan came to the hidden bushes in the manor yard - he touched the place where he came and went, and found that this illusion turned out to be one-way , only out but not in.

Walking out of the bushes, Allen looked up into the sky, the sunlight shot straight into the balcony on the second floor, and it was completely invisible, and it also passed through an invisible secret room.

Allen paid more attention to the book he just got.

"Alan!" A familiar voice came, and it was the voice of his father Owen Harris.

Allen looked over and found Aunt Josephine standing next to his father, looking at him with a complicated expression - there seemed to be relief and guilt in it...

"Alan, are you okay. Where is the Duke of Night? How is it?" Aunt Josephine walked over quickly, the velvet flower on her hat trembling slightly in the cold wind following her hasty pace, " I can't feel it anymore..."

"That's right, the Duke of Night is dead and will never appear again." Allen nodded for confirmation.

The glare of the afternoon sun prevented Allen from seeing Aunt Josephine's expression clearly, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Aunt Josephine, are you a vampire?" Allen revealed his aunt's identity in front of his father—although theoretically she would no longer be controlled by a superior vampire, he still couldn't help holding his wand to be on guard secretly. with.

Owen opened his mouth wide in shock, his eyes fixed on Aunt Josephine.

"Josephine?" he called. "Josephine, is it true what Alan said?"

Aunt Josephine turned around in a moment of stupefaction, and nodded slightly trembling. She did not dare to look at other people's expressions when her identity as an undead creature was revealed—a deep sorrow rose in her heart, and this sorrow was heavy Extremely, she might lose this brother.

"Please forgive my concealment." Her eyes were stained with a dead gray color, her voice trembling faintly, "I was also controlled - when I got married, I didn't expect what would happen to me -"

Years of secrets were revealed for a moment, and Aunt Josephine couldn't help herself, sobbing mournfully, unable to speak.

"Oh, Josephine!" Mr. Harris rushed forward, put his arms around Aunt Josephine tightly, and hugged her for a long time, "I am such an incompetent brother. Discovering your anomaly, so many years—so many years—"

Owen's lips trembled violently, remorse and self-blame devoured his heart.

Aunt Josephine raised her head in surprise, but she couldn't shed any tears because of her status as a vampire.

"You are so stupid, why didn't you tell us? Would we despise your identity?" Owen complained to his sister sadly.

"I can't say, if it wasn't for Allen who wiped out the Night Duke, I wouldn't be able to reveal anything. One thought of him is enough to wipe me out." Seeing her brother's words and deeds, Aunt Josephine seemed to have taken a sedative, and gradually calmed down.

"That notebook, Clark's notebook, did you deliberately put it on the shelf in Daisy's room?" Allen asked suddenly.

"Yes, I wanted Daisy or Albert to find out, but I didn't expect that it was you who found out." Aunt Josephine looked down at Allen, and said with a sigh: "Nephew, you are far better than me." Knowing is much better.”

And Owen is at a loss now, he has too many questions.

"It's not a good idea to talk in the cold wind. Dad, Aunt Josephine, why don't we talk in the room." Although Alan knew that everyone's performance was completely out of true feelings, he still felt that the three It's a bit silly for a person to stand in the cold wind like this, shouting and shouting excitedly.

"Come with me, we can talk in the study." Aunt Josephine took the lead to walk indoors.

The three of them passed through the spacious and grand hall, walked directly to the stairs facing the door at the end, and then went up to the second floor.

Aunt Josephine led them straight to the westernmost end of the corridor on the second floor, and a door with exquisite patterns appeared in front of them. The vampire witch's hand had just grasped the brass door handle, and a large amount of blood suddenly flowed from the top of the door. , instantly dyed the three people in front of the door red.

Owen was shocked, and just about to check carefully, the blood had disappeared without a trace.

"Clark, you're being naughty again." Aunt Josephine calmly looked at Clark who suddenly appeared, with a hint of pampering in her helpless expression.

Allen stood aside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but the female ghost recovered really quickly.

Owen looked at the female ghost who suddenly appeared in shock, and only after being frightened did he recognize the identity of the female ghost.

"I saw it on the second floor. You were crying and laughing just now. I just wanted to adjust the atmosphere and relieve your emotions. Did I do something wrong?" Clark was at a loss at this time. In her memory, Other than her parents, Josephine was the best person for her.

"No, you've done well." Aunt Josephine smiled lovingly at her. Although Josephine is a vampire, but also because of this, in the years when she had to hide her identity, she would have a crush on the only one who could The little ghosts who confide their secrets to each other develop deep feelings—Josephine, who is actually barren, has regarded each other as her own child to some extent.

Clark smiled shyly, turned around, and disappeared without a trace.

They finally entered the study smoothly, and Alan looked at the surrounding environment calmly.

This is undoubtedly a comfortable study room, not only with library-like bookshelves, but also tea tables and seats on the north side for people to read here, and all kinds of books are stacked together, some placed obliquely On the bookcase, some are simply piled on the ground.

The books here are mainly books related to magical creatures and architecture, as well as some literary works. Although they are scattered, they are neatly organized.

Allen guessed that this might be where Aunt Josephine spent her time.

The floor was covered with faded but perfectly clean rugs, and there were sofas stacked against the walls.

"Josephine, Alan, what's going on?" Owen asked impatiently as soon as the three of them sat down on the sofa.

Allen told his father what he discovered and experienced after entering the manor. He was articulate and logical. Soon, Mr. Harris understood what happened.

"Anyway, Alan, you are so reckless! Why didn't you wait for us to come back?" On the one hand, Owen was proud of the bravery and excellence of Alan and Daisy, but at the same time, he was also a little angry, angry at these children's self-assertion Take your own risks.

"Because I guessed that Aunt Josephine might be controlled by the Duke of the Night. In order to prevent my family from beating my own family, I can't wait for you to come back before acting." Allen blinked with an innocent expression, "And, I just happened to grasp I am more than sure against the ancient magic of these undead creatures—and indeed I am.”