Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)

Chapter 3: A Long Night

Even the transportation to another life in another world could happen, so a library inside the head wasn’t a strange and unacceptable thing. However, Lucien felt very confused because many books in this Library weren’t able to open, or didn’t have any content.

He tried to keep his composure, so the Library wouldn’t become unstable and difficult to read. Then Lucien opened every kind of book inside, and recorded what type of book could be read.

“Historical, able to read.”

“Economical, no problem.”

“Arts and music, same.”

“Math, Physic, Chemistry, Biology and other science types, just a part of them was accessible, the remainder was unable.”

“It might be the rule of each world is different, so I couldn’t read these books, but why I could recall the similar knowledge which I studied in the college, instead of being covered?”

All the books could be open were mainly in the entry level of high school, however, university library certainly would not collect all high school textbook. These were just a few scattered educational researches and medieval papers for student reference.

There were many books in the Library. Lucien just discovered this problem after reading a small part of them, however, he was uncertain and unable to give a plausible reason.

Due to recent serious illness, the body of Lucien was very weak, and his mentality was also bad. After reading a large number of books, his mind fall in a state of confusion, so he couldn’t focus anymore. The Library also faded away.

Struggling back to the bed, Lucien fell asleep. He knew that he need to revitalize both his health and mind to face the tomorrow. He also didn’t forget that he only had one piece of black bread left. Survival has been always the most important thing.

When Lucien was beginning to drowse, waves of squeaky sounds and sharp, harsh bits of wood came to Lucien’s ears, woke him up from dreams of the food and the warm, soft bed.

“Mice?”

Drowsy Lucien flipped himself over his bed and tried to continue to sleep, however the sound of the mice became louder and harsher, which made him unable to sleep. After a long haul, the scratching sound didn’t stop. Lucien tried to cover his ears by the blanket, but this sound was penetrating from every direction, simply couldn’t maintain a quiet environment to sleep.

“What the h.e.l.l is that kind of life!” Became irritable, Lucien couldn’t help but burst a swear. His mental felt in the worst state. He had to eat the most unpalatable food, the black bread made by fermentation in the sawdust . He also had to wear the linen clothes which kept sanding his skin, and used a blanket which unable to keep warm. He couldn’t even go to sleep, which had the power to make people forgot all the tired.

Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak, It liked there were ten thousand mice inside the wood.

Lucien bitterly gritted his teeth, carefully listened to the sound coming from the mice. Since he was unable to sleep, it was better to find and kill some mice, so he could scare the others. He also secretly swore:

“I must get out of this life as soon as possible!”

Focused on listening, Lucien tried to distinguish the direction of the gnawing sound.

Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak…

As soon as Lucien started to concentrate, he realized that wasn’t the sound of the mouse, but obviously waves of tragic, plaintive cries.

Woo Woo Woo, Woo Woo Woo…

In the quiet night, the sound of the mice suddenly stopped. Only the crying sound of sadness came.

Lucien’s heart thumped violently, caused hyperemia to his brain. All of his senses became exceptionally sensitive. It seemed that he was able to hear the sound of the cold night through the crack in the door. Now the crying sound like someone was singing an ethereal song, which was half magical, half mundane.

Immediately got out of the bed, Lucien subconsciously opened the crate, held the last piece of black bread in the hand like it was a self – defense weapon. Anyway, its hardness was enough to stun the thief.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump…

Lucien was so confused that what the thunderous sound is, but immediately found out it was his own heartbeat. In his ears, this sound was so intense.

Felt a spooky wind blew around, Lucien’s hand grasped the piece of black bread tightly. He couldn’t endure the fear come from his thought: “ There was magical and mystical art in this world, so was it really Wraith?”

Fortunately; through the experience of cross – over, witnessed a burning execution and  Divine – type magic by his own eyes; Lucien didn’t have a trembling hand fear in this terror atmosphere. While his mind was blank and his thought was tense, he tried to slow down his breath and calmed himself down.

Moving toward the door, step by step, Lucien discerned the direction of the crying sound.

The dreary cry in a silent night suddenly became very clear, however, the neighbors seemed to be lost in their dream. No one gave a slightest movement.

“It would seem that the cry came from the lower part of the right wall” The closer Lucien was to the door, the more clearly he heard the cry. “Wait, the right side of my house was the burned witch’s house, weren’t it?”

Lucien was shocked: “Did the church burn her house already? Was there a hidden cellar or chamber, hiding her grieving or others?”