Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity Chapter 119

"Backlund Housing Improvement Company", the name sounds like a bluff, but in fact it is an alternative "intermediary company" whose main business is house leasing and resale.

Because of her young and beautiful appearance, Doris was assigned to the reception desk at the front desk, and she noticed Louise at a glance.

At the age of more than 20 years old, wearing a plain long skirt outlines a moving curve, a pure white neck, a radiant face, and an elegant gait, she is definitely a pampered aristocratic lady.

The maid behind her was also very beautiful, but she looked a little unhappy, and she kept her face straight and never smiled...

"Honorable lady, what do you call you? Is there anything I can help you with?" Doris hurriedly got up and asked.

After Louise briefly introduced herself, she then stated her needs: "I want to rent a house, the best location is in the West End of Backlund."

The smile on Doris' face became brighter and brighter. She led the "Master and Servant" to the reception area and asked softly:

"Miss Louise, what type of house do you need?"

In response to this, Louise had already made a draft, and with a gentle smile, she replied softly:

"It doesn't need to be too luxurious, but it also can't be simple. In addition, I like a quiet environment, so it shouldn't be too noisy near the house... The lease time is preferably about a year."

"The Great Smog of Backlund" will break out at the end of the year, and Louise, who has become a member of the "Witch Sect", will probably not get away with it, and she also needs to seek opportunities to play...

Doris wrote them down one by one, and then said positively:

"I'm going to help you find suitable materials right away, please wait a moment, do you want coffee, or black tea?"

"Black tea, thank you," said Louise, who didn't think the coffee here would suit her taste.

Doris complimented her habitually and turned to leave, and soon a young male waiter served two cups of warm black tea.

Louise nodded and thanked her. She was bored and looked at the surrounding environment. In fact, she was thinking in her heart. Where would the "smooth" that Will said be reflected in?

As the "Snake of Destiny" of Sequence One, his divination results will never be aimless, but if this "success" only represents a thoughtful service attitude, it would be too out of place...

Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw a man running in in a hurry, about fifty years old, with pale hair, vicissitudes on his face, and a lot of folds in his dress.

That's fine, but as soon as the man came in, Louise seemed to smell a faint cold breath. She turned on her vision, and she saw a gray-black aura wrapped around the top of the man's head.

This is not like direct injury, but after staying in a certain place for a long time, with a little negative influence, as long as you stay away from the source of infection and keep your emotions stable, you can gradually return to normal.

"Is my house sold?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

"Not yet, Mr. Bartley, don't worry, we'll talk inside."

A female receptionist immediately greeted him and brought the man into the lounge with very skilled movements. It should not be the first time that he has experienced such a thing. …

"Who was that flustered gentleman just now?" Louise asked.

Doris, who came back with a stack of documents, was a little surprised when she heard this question. She looked at the tightly closed door of the lounge, and immediately reacted, briefly introducing:

"That's Mr. Bartley. He used to be a baron, but he's been demoted to a baron. He has a house for sale, but has never found a buyer."

Then, she skipped this topic, opened the information in her hand, and said enthusiastically:

"Miss Louise, please allow me to introduce to you, 78 Egram Street, a three-story building with more than ten rooms, exquisite gardens and stables, which was once the ancestral property of an aristocrat, because It is only rented out for some reason, the furniture, decoration, and many furnishings in it are precious and exquisite enough to set off your noble status.”

"The owners of the nearby houses are mostly nobles and councillors, and the environment is very suitable for your requirements... The rent is only 740 pounds a year."

"What do you think, Miss Louise?"

After Doris finished speaking, she waited for Louise's response, but found that the other party was just smiling and seemed to be distracted. She thought that she was not satisfied with this house, so she went on to introduce the next lower-priced house.

"If you don't like it, 26 Hoyland Street will also suit your needs, it's only 280 pounds a year for rent, it's just younger than 78 Aegram Street, it doesn't have the long history and …”

In fact, Louise was really distracted, and most of her mind was eavesdropping on the conversation in the lounge... It was the one where Mr. Baron Bartley, who was in trouble just now, entered.

Although there was a wooden door, it couldn't stop Louise, who was a "witch". She roughly understood the inside story.

Mr. Bartley wanted to sell a house at a low price, but the female receptionist was just perfunctory one after another, as if there was no secret... Thinking of the abnormality of Mr. Baron, could the house be haunted?

Perhaps, this is what Will means by "smooth"...

Louise interrupted Doris's introduction a little rudely, and asked aloud:

"Where is the house that Mr Bartley sold from Baron?"

Doris was stunned when she heard the words. My previous feelings were all in vain... But she couldn't refuse, she smiled helplessly and said hesitantly:

"Mr Bartley's house also

Dear, this chapter is not over, and there is another page ^0^ In the West District, it's just…”

"Just what?" Louise asked, thinking at the same time, in the West End!

"It's just... that house is very troublesome." Doris leaned closer and said softly:

"Mr Bartley's price was very low, and there were several buyers who were interested in buying it before, but they always regretted it on the eve of the agreement... After this kind of thing happened one after another, we stopped recommending that building to other customers. The house has not been sold until now.”

Could it be true that there is a ghost... Louise thought for a while, then got up quickly and said, "Let's go, let's go see this Mr. Baron."

Two seconds later, Doris, who had just woken up from a dream, stood up and hurriedly advised, "Miss Louise, let's look at other houses..."

Taking three steps and taking two steps, she walked to the door of the lounge. Seeing that she couldn't stop the other party, Doris had to stand behind and lowered her head in frustration. …

The voice in the lounge suddenly increased: "If it can't be sold, my daughter will die!"

Louise glanced at Catherine out of the corner of her eye, who hesitated for a moment, then realized that she was asking herself to knock on the door.

I'm not your servant... Katrin thought angrily, but her body was honest and stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The female receptionist's voice sounded, with a little doubt.

Louise stepped into the lounge, bowed gently, and said:

"I'm sorry to disturb the two of you, but I heard that Mr. Bartley is planning to sell a house. I'm very interested in it. Can you talk about it in detail?"

The female receptionist who has been perfunctory Bartley and Doris exchanged eye contact, the content of the exchange is basically as follows:

"Didn't you say you won't sell the house? Why did you bring someone here again?"

"She insisted on coming, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Mr. Baron Bartley showed an excited look: "Really? Are you really willing to buy my house?"

Louise smiled: "This decision can only be made after seeing the house."

"Okay, I'll show you now." Mr. Bartley said excitedly.

"Thank you for your reception, it seems that my luck is not bad."

Louise turned her head and said to Doris, who could only reluctantly smile in response.

The carriage galloped all the way, as if feeling the urgency of the owner, it saved nearly one-third of the time, and successfully arrived at the destination, 59 Egram Street.

Under the personal guidance and introduction from Mr. Baron Bartley, Louise had a preliminary understanding of the house in front of her.

This is a building with a long history. It is said to be inherited from Bartley's ancestors. It obviously has some architectural styles of the last century. It is ancient, atmospheric, simple, and has no dazzling decorations... Well, it was actually sold by Bartley. Lost.

In addition, as a noble, there are only a few servants in the family, which is quite deserted.

"I'm very satisfied, but in terms of price..." Louise deliberately showed a hesitant look.

Bartley hurriedly explained: "Miss, nineteen hundred pounds is already very low, otherwise I might as well sell it to the **** bank!"

When he said this, he showed a look of hatred.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Bartley." Louise smiled and said, "Although I'm not a professional, a house like this would cost at least 2,500 pounds to buy... The price you're proposing is true. It's too cheap, and people have to think about whether there is something wrong with this house..."

As soon as she came in, Louise felt a clear and cold breath, which was annoying, similar to the abnormality on Bartley... To be precise, this breath came from the third floor, but Bartley didn't seem to take the initiative to introduce it. The meaning of the third floor, so Louise asked this question.

Bartley sighed and said, "Because I need money to save my daughter."

"Is your daughter sick?" Louise asked, feeling like she was getting closer to the truth.

Before Bartley could answer, a whimper came from the bedroom on the third floor. …

"Woooo, go away, go away..."

Then, there was the sound of "da da da" coming downstairs, and a not-so-young maid ran down and said, "Master, the lady is making trouble again."

"Sorry." Bartley pleaded guilty and immediately ran up to the third floor.

Louise and Catherine looked at each other and followed.

A ten-year-old girl was tied to the bed, like a slap in the face. Despite this, she was struggling frantically, her eyes wide open, as if she was avoiding something terrible.

Bartley knelt in front of the bed, hugged the girl, suppressed her madness, and comforted her uninterruptedly:

"Dalia, it's alright... it's alright, dad is here..."

Louise turned on her spiritual vision and found that the girl's movements were not unintentional, but were really avoiding the attack, and the creature attacking her was an illusory bat.

Soon, the bat seemed tired and stopped attacking, and the girl slowly calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

Based on Louise's esoteric knowledge, it is very simple to judge that this is a curse, a very common and weak curse, otherwise it would not be impossible to kill a little girl.

"She's been like this for a while. I've spent all my family savings and found countless doctors and wizards, but I can't cure her..."

Bartley

Dear, this chapter is not over, and there is a next page ^0^ crying, the words are full of self-blame: "I used to be a waste, doing things absurdly, but as long as my daughter can be cured, I am willing to trade my life for it. what……"

"I probably didn't mention it, but I'm actually a doctor."

Louise said, and she was a doctor who was personally certified by the "Snake of Destiny"...well, she was also a "witch".

Bartley turned his head sharply, not seeming to believe it, but still looked forward to asking:

"Are you a doctor? Can you save my daughter? As long as you can cure her, I can give you this house for nothing!"

Louise said lightly: "I can try, but there is no guarantee of success, and I need a separate space for treatment."

Turning around and looking at her sleeping daughter, her expression was peaceful and her face was pale and bloodless. Bartley stood up reluctantly and said:

"Okay, I promise you."

The door closed gently, and Louise walked to the bedside and looked at the bat that fell on the girl's shoulder. It was combing its feathers and seemed to be full of spirituality.

She stretched out her right hand and grabbed the bat, but passed through it silently, as if she was holding a handful of air... Louise smiled slightly, and a black flame suddenly ignited in her hand, igniting it, and it burned out in the blink of an eye. There is no room for resistance.

The illusory dust fell on Louise's tender palm, forming a regular seven-pointed star pattern.

The devil's method... Louise guessed, but this method is a bit too weak, it seems to be just to torture this little girl.

The next second, the little girl Dalia opened her eyes, with obvious doubts in her eyes, and found that she was tied tightly, without crying or shouting, but just asked timidly:

"who are you?"

Louise smiled gently and said, "I am the doctor invited by Mr. Bartley. Have you forgotten that you are sick?"

The little girl's delicate facial features are a little distorted~www.mtlnovel.com~ showing a look of fear, recalled:

"I had a dream about an altar, and then there were bats chasing me..."

In fact, that bat can't kill you directly, it just keeps you living in fear and unable to recognize reality... Louise added in her heart.

"Have you met any strange people before you dreamed?" she continued.

The girl thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "No."

Louise said no more, turned her head and said, "Come on, untie the rope."

Catherine had already recognized her status, and she stepped forward obediently, and untied the rope that tied the little girl.

Louise smiled gently and said, "Go, Mr. Bartley is waiting for you outside the door!"

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Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^

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