Chapter 10: Quill Pen and Parchment

“Mr. Nair, I wonder if you found anything on your way here from the other side of the castle?” Hannah asked.

“Found anything…” The middle-aged gentleman frowned and thought for a moment.

“Before we met you, Miss Carter, we had been looking for a way out.”

“However, this castle is very well sealed.”

“Along the way, we only found one room that was locked from the inside.”

As Dewitt said this, he looked at the viscount’s daughter before him with considerable anticipation.

“I wonder what the situation is like on your side, Miss Carter?”

Unfortunately, Hannah couldn’t give him the answer he wanted to hear.

“The path behind us leads to…”

She paused for a moment, then slowly said, “A dungeon.”

“A dead end,” Dewitt Nair’s face turned ugly.
He should be sitting in a rocking chair in his vineyard, sipping fine wine, not like a pitiful rat, trapped in this dark corner, slowly rotting away, waiting for death!

“It’s not time to despair yet.”

Hannah spoke up to comfort him.

“Mr. Nair, didn’t you say you found a locked room? The solution to our predicament might be hidden there.”

Dewitt shook his head.

“We tried many methods, but we couldn’t open that door.”

Dennis, who had been standing beside Hannah like a silent statue, suddenly spoke up.

“Such matters should be left to a professional.”

It was clear that the professional the bodyguard was referring to was himself.

Hearing this, a faint glimmer of hope rekindled in Dewitt Nair’s eyes.

“You’re right. We’ll head back the way we came right now.”

“Rosie.”

A heavenly voice came from afar, rescuing Miss Moulton from the whirlpool of embarrassment she was sinking into.
The noble lady who couldn’t remember names breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Hannah who had spoken, and asked, “Are you and Mr. Nair done talking?”

Hannah nodded.

“Yes, Mr. Nair will take us to a locked room he found on his way here.”

“What about you two? What were you talking about?”

Hermann answered honestly, “We were talking about Mr. Sanbek.”

Rosie was speechless.

“…”

‘You’re the only one with a mouth, chattering all day long.’


The locked room Dewitt had mentioned was not far from the group.

But when they were only a few steps away from the door, they all stopped in their tracks.

The reason was simple: the door that should have been locked was now ajar.

A dim yellow beam of light shot out from the crack in the open door, hitting the wall and casting a desolate patch of light.

Dennis Sandek turned his head to look at Dewitt, who had led the way, and asked, “Are you sure this door was locked from the inside before?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Mr. Rhys, Mr. Holmes, and Miss Hardy were all there at the time.”

Jesse Holmes’s mental fortitude was not strong.

His voice was laced with obvious fear.

“There… there was someone in the room originally, and he’s come out now?”

Emotions are contagious, and the stronger the emotion, the stronger the contagion.
Bev Hardy also became uneasy, subconsciously leaning closer to Dewitt Nair, her whole body pressing against him.
And judging from Dewitt’s reaction, he seemed to have long been accustomed to such intimacy.

The two of them might not have a simple employer-employee relationship.

After a series of trials, Rosie’s courage was actually growing.

In this situation, she was even observing the reactions of the people around her.

“It is as Mr. Nair said. This door was locked from the inside before. We tried several times but couldn’t open it,” Hermann said.

That meant the door was indeed opened from the inside.

Who was in the room?

Was it the person who brought them to this castle, or was it a fellow victim like them, who was just unconscious at first and left the room on their own after waking up?
In any case, in this deep darkness, there might be a pair of eyes peeping at them.

Dennis showed no fear.

After instructing his employer, he took the three-headed candelabrum and walked towards the ajar door.

He took out his baton-like personal weapon, pressed it against the door, and with a push of his arm, forced the door fully open.

Throughout the entire process, Rosie maintained an extremely high level of attention.

If anything went wrong, she would immediately draw her dagger, retreat, and then pull out her gun.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened, even as the light from inside the room cast a long shadow from Dennis’s body.

Dennis, with a tense face, stepped into the room.

A few seconds later, he walked out again and nodded at the group.

“No one else.”

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and called out, “Let’s go in together and have a look.”
Jesse and Bev’s expressions were a bit strained, but they still followed the group into the room.

Unlike what they had imagined, the room was very spacious, but the furnishings were simple.

Apart from the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, there was only a long solid wood table and a few chairs.

Compared to the exquisite decorations outside, it seemed a bit plain.

Rosie’s gaze fell on the long table.

This should be a dining table.

There were four sets of tableware on each of the left and right rows.

Strangely, the head seat was empty.

What was even more bizarre was that there was a plate in the middle of the dining table, covered with a silver food cover, which glinted with a cold luster under the chandelier’s light.

One, two, three… seven, eight.

Rosie silently counted the number of chairs.
It was the same as the number of tableware sets, and also the same as their number of people.

‘Is it a coincidence?’

Hermann was closest to the dining table.
He lowered his head to observe the eight sets of tableware placed on both sides and made a new discovery.

Beside the clean white plates were not knives and forks, but quill pens with a dark red luster.

And on the plates were sheets of dark yellow parchment.

He raised an eyebrow, picked up a quill pen, and observed it in front of his eyes.

Then, he pointed to the silver food cover in the middle of the dining table and asked.

“Can I open it?”

The bodyguard nodded.

“Please, go ahead.”

In fact, this action carried a certain risk.
It seemed that Mr. Dennis would only personally handle things when Miss Hannah’s safety was involved.

Hermann shrugged, bent down slightly, and reached out to remove the food cover.
There was no food under the cover.
There was also a sheet of dark yellow parchment.

The difference was that this sheet of parchment was inscribed with dark red characters of various sizes.

They were said to be words, yet they were too distorted, and also mixed with symbols that looked like pictures, making them look obscure and difficult to understand.

Hermann held up the parchment, frowning at the indecipherable scribbles, when a female voice sounded in his ear.

“This is an ancient script.”

He turned his head.

The person who had just spoken was Hannah Carter.

“Ancient script?”

Hannah nodded.

“When I was studying, I was interested in linguistics, so I have some knowledge of ancient scripts.”

“Could you let me have a look at it?”

“Of course.”

Hermann handed over the parchment.

Hannah took it, her gaze fixed on the parchment.

There, inscribed in dark red ancient script, the first sentence translated to:
“A name, a salvation.”


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