A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 124

The girl began to remember her nickname, Isolde Cervenka.

Descendants of the old Duke, Ivan Lichester of Spain. The second daughter of the mistress of the young Duke Sigrid Saffron Sykes. She hid her mother so her real father wouldn't kill her. His mother was Isabella Harrington, daughter of Baron Bingley Harringtin of Uppercross. His mother did not receive wife status because her father's legal wife did not want her father to have another wife.

Just thinking about this, he was already tired.

"It's okay to rest. You've spent the last few years at work. It's a waste of your youth. Just take advantage of the time you have now to solve life's big problems and go into a relationship or something."

He basically could not eat anything right now. He could not eat anything and throw something away. You can't let him drink raw blood directly on the table, right?

And, according to the memories of his predecessor, although not directly drink blood but wine and water can still be drunk normally.

Isolde felt that this might be a blind spot in his predecessor's opaque knowledge.

He took a deep breath and kept reminding himself in his heart that he had to be careful and careful when dealing with experienced people with the supernatural.

A little daydreaming, the phone rang and it was rather unexpected - the calls were from his college roommate and the roommate who took him to the gym.

It's a little bit of a coincidence.

[You kid, why isn't WeChat replying to messages? Did you use WeChat again or accidentally reply to me?]

"I haven't read WeChat recently. Why do you suddenly remember that you came to me?"

[Of course it's to give you charcoal in the snow! I said, did you find a job?]

"No, thank you, but I'm going to rest all this time and I don't want to find a job for now."

[Let's stop talking nonsense, come here soon, I'll post the location on your WeChat and call me dine together?]

Isolde continued to dodge: "I've eaten ...."

The thing that was recorded as scary was eating together in the crowd. Moreover, he had only learned of his name and his recent experience.

"Seriously, when the time is available I'll have another chat with you."

[Hm, okay. Take care of yourself.]

"Yes"

Isolde nodded slightly disappointedly, and at the same time reluctance, hatred, anger. The acting skill that broke at this moment made him a little surprised.

"Thank you." Isolde seemed to hold back tears with red eyes.

He's very relieved.

In the current crisis situation, only a relative with a blood relation could believe it.

[Tomorrow at eight in the morning, the caravan that hired us will gather in front of the Bearded Old Tavern.]

"Okay, I'll be right on time."

[Haha, then, now, dear friend, let me buy you a cup of wheat!]

"By pleasure."

Next day.

The weather was cloudy, and the gray fog made the road outside more difficult and more dangerous.

Although this fog is rare but there have been many accidents on the first day of the itinerary.

After drinking blood that night, Isolde realized that her body was starting to get a little hot, but due to the critical situation at that moment, she did not care much.

Two days later, this fever continued and did not stop until noon today.