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Fantasy: Whispering Poems [Western Fantasy + Steam Punk]

**Introduction: Come to the new world where the steam industry is booming, inherit the three-story apartment in the capital square of the kingdom, bring someone else's cat, listen to the whispers in his ears, and witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era is about to begin. Behind the curtain, the chosen ones will step into the legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, the glory of the era... "Do you want to play a game of Rhodes?" The years are engraved in time, and the silver moon shines in the shadows. "I write legends for you, and you whisper poems for me." **What to expect: - Slow Burning - Weak to Strong - Slice of Life + Romance - Mysteries - Solid storyline - Epic Battles + Magic + Artifacts - World Building + Character Development - Time Travel Adventurers - Multiple Protagonists ..... Reminder: This novel has 13 volumes of long story. it's 1st volume is just prologue and it is little boring, if you able to bear it then you will definitely like the next volumes. (This novel has very good ratings and reviews so please give it try) .......... **Note: This is a translation, and all credit belongs to the original author:咸鱼飞行家. ............ **Schedule: daily uploads with a minimum of 7 chapters/week. ............ **Note: For advanced chapters you can join me on Patreon: [patreon.com/Thebeginning331] .............

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[WP] Chapter 43 Past events at No. 6 St. Teresa's Square

[WP] Chapter 43 Past events at No. 6 St. Teresa's Square

"I didn't find out about the abnormal price. Augustus helped me find the information in the church."

The doctor gestured to the gray-haired old priest to speak. The latter nodded. His gray-haired hair looked particularly decayed under the dim light of the gas lamp.

"About 100 years ago, a horrific murder occurred at No. 6 St. Teresa's Square. According to the church's information, it was two nine-ring wizards of unknown origin who fought there and died almost at the same time. Subsequent investigation reports showed that they lost control because they read a lot of ancient books. Although the church believes that this will not affect the house itself, since then, most of the previous owners of the house have died in the house."

"This is a bit like the beginning of a horror story."

Shade thought to himself and then realized something:

"Wait, the protagonist seems to be me?"

The old priest paused before continuing:

"The church couldn't find any problems with the house, so it could only buy it and seal it about thirty years ago. It was not until two years ago that it was sold at a low price after repeated inspections. But the rich people who tried to inquire about the house prices in St. Teresa's Square were very concerned about such taboos; the poor who didn't care about such things would not ask about the house prices in St. Teresa's Square. In the end, somehow, the house was bought by Sparrow Hamilton."

It sounds like the former detective got a great bargain and then died.

"Does the detective know about the house?"

Miss Louisa asked curiously. Miss Writer was very interested in such things.

"Of course, he knows. The church will not hide such things. Church told the past of the house at that time. For safety reasons, before the detective bought it, they sealed the first floor where the accident happened a hundred years ago, cut off the stairs on the third floor where there were some safety issues due to a long-term lack of maintenance, and locked the second-floor room 2 where a mass suicide accident happened seventy years ago. I didn't expect that the current owner also died in that house."

The old priest couldn't help holding the pendant on his chest and praying for Mr. Sparrow Hamilton, wishing his soul to rest in peace.

Shade, who thought he had a rich imagination, was already a little worried. Outsider had seen many such stories:

"So, I..."

"But I think Sparrow Hamilton's death was not due to a curse, which is different from the past. The previous owners of the house all died suddenly within a few months, and no cause could be found, but the detective died after living there for two years, and even the cause of death could be found."

Dr. Schneider said, looking at Shadr with blue eyes:

"Of course, if you think you are uncomfortable living here, you can sell the house, but the price may fall further because of Sparrow Hamilton's death."

His suggestion was quite pertinent.

"I don't plan to sell it for the time being. If the detective agency is not in the city center, no one would be willing to believe in a detective like me who has no reputation. And if I sell the house, I can't use the money to buy a better house in Tobesk. I know from the newspaper that there are low-priced houses for sale in the Tobesk University District, but the price is more desperate than the out-of-control relics."

He said this, and Miss Louisa immediately showed an expression of agreement. The blonde girl who lives alone is also paying attention to this news.

Shade has no money to move for the time being, so he plans to live there for a few months to try it out and move out immediately if there are any problems.

According to the information provided by the priest, the previous owner had heard strange noises and seen suspicious shadows in the house before he died suddenly. Those who moved away because of this did not have any problems, but those who had been living there all died.

"This is more like a vulgar horror story, and I am still the protagonist."

He thought to himself and then asked:

"Although the house belongs to Detective Sparrow and I also have the detective's will, I have not seen any property and land ownership certificates."

The old priest waved his hand and looked relaxed.

"Those documents are in the Dawn Church, where I am. The detective kept them there. After all, the church also has concerns. If you want to ask for them back, just bring his suicide note. The Dawn Church is in the central city of Tobesk, half an hour's walk from St. Teresa Square. The boulevards near the church are very nice, and there are many public carriages.

But to prevent the church from suspecting the detective's death and re-investigating the house and even you, I will help you get a death certificate of Sparrow Hamilton's death. This is not a fake document. What I get must be real. Just consider it a gift for you to join us. I won't charge you for this help."

So, the death of Detective Sparrow Hamilton was completely concluded. With the documents that can deceive the Orthodox Church, no one except Shade and the doctor will know the secret of the detective's death.

Before ending today's meeting, Shade mentioned his document-level (clerical-level) relic [Blood-sucking Ring]. Unfortunately, none of the three people present had ever touched this [relic]. But the doctor said that he could inquire with the college library through the parchment, but it probably wouldn't produce results soon.

Since Shade now has two [relics], and both are relics of a higher risk level, he can be considered a relatively wealthy ring wizard. The doctor suggested that he could read "The Crazy Light Chaser" after mastering one or two more powerful magic and spells for defense.

"No one will supervise your self-study progress; you have to be responsible for yourself."

This was the advice that the blue-eyed doctor gave Shade before the four said goodbye. But after leaving the clinic, old priest Augustus told Shade not to care about the doctor's attitude:

"Bill is always like this. Although he looks strict with people, he is kinder than anyone else."

He said while filling tobacco into his pipe, and it seemed that he had been patient in the clinic for a long time.

"We have all experienced his admonitions. You will understand if you spend more time with him."

Miss Louisa also said so. She got on the carriage at the door of the clinic and left directly, while Shade and Priest Augustus, who were relatively less wealthy, planned to leave on foot.

Shade will find a carriage to take his books back later, but the ordinary rental carriage may not have enough space, so he will go to the nearest rental carriage company.

Shade noticed that Miss Louisa was frequently trying to touch her earlobes today, but the lady did not have any decorations on her ears. She did not have such strange movements when they met last time.

He informed the old priest who was traveling with him temporarily of his discovery. When they parted at the next intersection, Priest Augustus told Shade not to worry about it:

"It is normal for a ring wizard to behave strangely occasionally because of the existence of the 'other self'. But as long as he does not lose control due to contact with relics and ancient knowledge, you don't have to worry about those strange behaviors."

The priest smiled and walked with Shade on Roentgen Avenue in the wealthy area. The people who do business here are well dressed, and Shade and the priest's outfits barely pass:

"Since a year ago, Louisa has become a little strange every few days. It is still normal now. Last summer, we even suspected that she was occupied by another soul when she was reading ancient fairy tales."

Shade's face froze, and he did not dare to continue discussing the possibility of souls occupying the body. But he also knew that even a seemingly normal ring wizard might have unknown strange behaviors.

Ring wizards have never been a safe academic profession.

(End of this chapter)