Chapter 240 The Priest Who Is Afraid of Ghosts

"Not really?"

Joan stared blankly at Rebecca, unable to believe her ears.

"Are you... afraid of ghosts?"

Rebecca nodded embarrassingly, bit her lip, twisted her fingers, and blushed like a ripe apple.

Joan was speechless.

That's right, as a priest who specializes in exorcising ghosts, Miss Rebecca is afraid of ghosts!

Could there be a more disgraceful pastor?

But after thinking about it, occupation belongs to occupation, and character belongs to character.

After all, Rebecca is just a 13-year-old girl who lived in a large manor and was cared for by her family.

It is reasonable for a "greenhouse flower" like her to be timid and afraid of ghosts.

"Joan, I'm going to Snow Manor to catch ghosts tonight, and I feel really scared when I think about it, can you accompany me to strengthen my courage?"

Rebecca tugged on Joan's sleeve, with a pitiful expression, even if the stone man saw it, he would soften his heart.

"...Why do you have to go at night?"

Going to catch ghosts in the middle of the night, let alone Rebecca, Joan's scalp felt numb just thinking about it.

"Because ghosts are only willing to come out to make trouble in the dead of night!"

Rebecca shrugged and spread her hands, her face full of helplessness.

"alright, I got it."

Qiao An knew that she couldn't avoid this errand, so she simply told her the truth.

"I'm just a little level 2 mage, and I've never dealt with ghosts before. Don't expect too much from me. At critical moments, you still have to rely on your own magic and professional abilities to fight ghosts."

"I don't need you to deal with the ghosts, as long as you stand by and help me strengthen my courage." Rebecca replied with a smile.

"It turns out that I'm just a decoration to boost my courage..." Qiao An felt quite uncomfortable.

Rebecca noticed that his face was ugly, and added in a timely manner: "The reward will belong to you after the matter is completed."

"There's still a bounty?" Qiao An's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Yes! Yes!" Rebecca nodded seriously, "Unfortunately not too much, only 500 Gold Durga."

500 gold coins is too little? !

Qiao An twitched the corners of her mouth, and had to admit that the rich lady's concept of money was not on the same plane as her own.

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The Snow family's manor is located on the north bank of the Ivene River, across the river from the Custis family's plantation.

The distance between the two places does not seem too far, but in fact, it will take at least an hour to cross the river by boat.

Joan and Rebecca had dinner at the White House Manor, and then rode to the ferry.

It took two gold coins to persuade the boatman to agree to take the two horses to the other side of the river.

The beginning of June is the flood season, and the water level of the Yifen River has risen, and the water level of the Yifen River has barely passed the dams on both banks.

The boat crossed the turbulent and turbulent river, and finally reached the opposite bank safely before the sun went down.

Joan and Rebecca got back on their horses and rode westward along the river bank that was dyed crimson by the afterglow of the setting sun. After galloping for another hour, they came to the gate of Snow Manor.

At this time, it was getting dark, and Rebecca reported her identity to the gatekeeper and asked to meet the owner of the manor.

The gatekeeper's answer surprised her.

"Mr. Snow is not at home, and the ladies and ladies have all gone to town."

Nuo Da's manor was deserted, leaving only one butler to take charge of daily affairs.

With doubts, Joan and Rebecca walked into the big house of Snow's house, and they found out the whole story after meeting with the housekeeper in detail.

Mr. Andrew Snow, Director of Customs, has always been active in the public view of Alfheim as a "tough guy". However, when his own safety is threatened, his reaction is unmanly.

On the night when rumors of hauntings appeared in his manor, this "tough guy" who had publicly vowed to "fight against the smugglers' group at the expense of his family and his family" fled the manor overnight with his wife and children, and hid in an official residence in the city.

The housekeeper of Snow's house was a shriveled little old man named Bruce. He was sick at first, and he was left by the master to guard the ghostly manor, so he looked sad and listless.

Rebecca's attempts to get information about ghosts from the butler disappoints her.

The little old man didn't seem to know anything, except shaking his head and sighing.

"Mr. Bruce, has there been a funeral at the house recently?" Rebecca asked the housekeeper patiently.

"No funeral, Miss Custis, not for at least two years."

"Has there been any murders nearby, or rumors of ghosts?"

"Miss Custis, the pastors who came to exorcise the spirit have inquired about these questions before, and I can only repeat to you what I told them."

Bruce looked impatient.

"There have been no murders in Snow Manor and the surrounding area in recent years, there are no rumors about ghosts, and there are no people who died wrongfully."

"There are no clues, did the ghost appear out of thin air?" Rebecca frowned.

"I'm sorry, Miss Pastor, I don't know much more than you," the little old man shrugged and spread his hands, "Because I have no clue, my master invited you to investigate the truth."

"This...well, we will do our best." Rebecca stood up, "Mr. Bruce, can you at least tell me the approximate scope of the ghost's activities?"

"Of course, Miss Pastor, you are within the range of ghosts at this moment."

The old butler smiled strangely, raised his hand and gestured around.

"In this big house, from the basement to the third floor, any room could be the ghost's hiding place."

"You may wish to search slowly. If there is no other order, I will take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply to Rebecca, turned around and exited the door, and gently closed the door.

Watching the butler disappear, Rebecca's face paled slightly, she held Joan's hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "That little old man... doesn't look like a good person! Maybe he's playing tricks behind his back!"

Joan noticed that her hands were trembling, obviously out of fear, and shook the girl's cold little hand vigorously, reassuring her not to worry, at least she was by her side.

"Mr. Bruce's attitude is a bit bad, but we have no reason to suspect that he is a bad person, not to mention that he has no magic power fluctuations in him, he is just an old man with a weird temper, there is no need to be suspicious."

"Well, I was a little too nervous."

Rebecca let go of Joan's hand and took a deep breath, trying to relax her tense nerves.

"What are you going to do next?" Joan asked her.

"Since the housekeeper said that ghosts are active in this big house, let's search it thoroughly from bottom to top to see if we can detect the traces left by the undead creatures."

Rebecca took off her cloak and hung it on the hanger.

The silver soft armor worn by the girl reflected the candlelight with a dreamlike luster, making her figure even more exquisite and graceful.

Joan was attracted by her gorgeous soft armor, and looked up and down several times.

"What kind of metal armor is this? It looks like chain mail, but it looks lighter than chain mail."

"Mithril chain shirt."

Rebecca raised her arms and showed him the chain armor shirt woven with countless tiny mithril rings.

"This soft armor has excellent defensive performance, and is very light, and it doesn't look bloated and cumbersome when worn close to the body. It is very suitable for girls to wear."

"It's only suitable for girls who are not short of money." Qiao An secretly complained.

The fifth watch is over, and we will continue to catch ghosts tomorrow!

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