Chapter 19: The Hidden Man

"Is this the estate of Alando Toure?"

Sigt looked at the rusty gate in front of him, whose entire frame had completely fallen off, and the cracked and collapsed wall.

You can see inside through the iron door and broken wall.

Inside was a lawn overgrown with weeds. There was a stone path in the middle of the lawn, but it was covered with dirt and moss.

It looked like no one had been here for a long time.

This stone road extends straight to a three-story building covered with ivy and various plants. Some of the walls on the surface have fallen off because no one has maintained them for a long time.

Even without these plants, one can still imagine the exquisiteness of this building.

But now, it is just a dilapidated and deserted manor.

Looking at the manor in front of him, Sigurd turned his head and looked at Alka.

I couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it? You just walked around the city and you were sure there was a treasure here? Isn't that too hasty?"

Turning his head to glance at Sigurd, Alka raised his hand and nodded his head.

"That's why I'm a treasure hunter."

“Tsk.”

Sigurd rolled his eyes and turned away.

Why are you showing off?

The location shown on the map is the abandoned manor in front of them. When they first came here, they also asked people around them, and this manor was indeed Toure's manor.

"Let's just go in." Alka said and walked towards the building with Sigurd.

Because the stone road has not been maintained for a long time, clear footprints have been left on it, and it is very slippery.

It seems to be because it rained yesterday.

Arriving at the side of the building, Sigurd walked up and stretched out his hand to knock on the surrounding walls.

"No problem, it's still very sturdy."

As he spoke, Sigurd took out the torch he had been carrying and lit it with the flint.

Although there are windows and some crumbling walls inside, the view is very dim due to the coverage of plants and vines.

Alka stepped forward, drew out the sailor's knife from his waist, and held it in his hand.

Watching Alka's actions, Sigurd also put his hand on the knife handle, frowned and asked: "Is it dangerous?"

"Be brave," said Alka.

The last time the difficulty was for adults, and although Alka himself felt that it was indeed at this difficulty level, the sudden resurrection of the skeleton did scare him.

But later I thought, if I hadn't gone there myself, my mother's corpse would definitely not have risen.

From this perspective, it is indeed a treasure that an ordinary adult can obtain. The only difficulty is how to climb into the cave on the cliff.

But who knows about the difficulty of the strongman, whether there will be any enemies.

The two entered the manor.

The first space you enter should be the hall in the manor.

"All the previous things have been removed. Looking at some of the bricks and tiles on the wall, they may have been removed by the surrounding residents."

Sigt said as he looked at the somewhat dilapidated room.

Alka kicked the dust and dead leaves that were scattered around her feet.

It looks like no one has been in this place for several years.

The tattered furniture on the walls were almost cleared away, but some wooden cabinets embedded in the walls were preserved.

There were some small fires around and some places that looked like they were inhabited.

After all, there is an abandoned manor here. If anyone is in trouble, this is indeed a good place to rest.

Of course, it is very likely to become a secret base for children.

"With such a large place, where could the treasure be hidden? And is there really a treasure?"

Sigurd couldn't help asking as he tapped here and there with the handle of his knife.

"Don't worry," Alka consoled him and began to walk around the hall.

If you want to get the treasure, you need to have enough strength.

Find out where it fits.

"Let's walk around the manor first, look at every room and see if there is any information."

"no problem."

The two men held torches and began to wander around the manor.

Alka had a straight wooden stick in his hand.

Hitting everywhere with a wooden stick.

"Are you trying to use the knocking sound to see where the mezzanine is?"

"You could say that."

"major."

The two chatted idly.

After wandering around the first floor, I really didn't see any other places .

Because almost everywhere is empty.

The two came to the second floor. Most of the rooms here had wooden beds that had not been completely removed.

Either it was for servants or it was a guest room.

After touring the place again, Alka couldn't help but say, "This is too empty. These people really don't let go of anything."

I didn't see anything suspicious at all.

“Crunch!”

Suddenly a slight sound came from upstairs.

The two men immediately put their knives in front of them and then looked at the ceiling.

They turned around and looked at each other.

Sigurd made a hollow gesture and then shook his head.

Alka nodded.

The two of them walked towards the stairs.

They had briefly observed before and found that there was only one staircase in the entire building.

Holding up the torch, walking quietly.

The two of them slowly moved upstairs.

However, when I went upstairs, I saw only a broken door creaking in the breeze. The window of this room was completely broken, and a corner of the wall was missing.

The light of dusk came from the room.

"Oh, it was the wind that blew it. It scared me."

Alka said, turning around and looking at Sigurd, then blinking.

Sigt was slightly stunned, then nodded in understanding.

"Let's see if there is anything we can find on the third floor." Alka said, and began to walk around the rooms on the third floor.

Sigurd followed closely behind him, having already placed his knife within easy reach.

The magical literacy brought by the magician's ring.

When Alka came up, he realized something was wrong.

That is, the creaking sound heard downstairs could not have come from that door, because the creaking sound of that door was not that loud.

Besides, they were right above their heads when they heard the creaking sound, and they were not at the stairs at that time, so how could they have seen it when they came up?

There are indeed people here.

There were still some very subtle traces around, which were too late to clean up.

The two of them strolled along the way and came to a place where the rooms were larger than the guest rooms and there was a small balcony outside.

I went to the small balcony and looked outside.

Alka pointed the long knife in his hand under the edge of the balcony.

"Come out, I've seen you"

There was a small pit under the balcony, with a puddle of water left over from the rain.

The person clinging to the balcony below was vaguely reflected above.

Sigurd was also immediately nearby, holding a knife and on guard.

It seems that no one has come out yet.

Alka smiled helplessly and said, "Yellow hair, brown..."

"Okay, okay, you win."