I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 46 Squire Richard

In a dark basement, Squire Richard, whose legs and feet were inconvenient due to a stroke, sat on a backlit sofa and stared at the child in the cage in trance.

That child was none other than Shirley, who was being searched by a group of people.

At this time, her mouth was tied with a ribbon, and her hands and feet were also tied. She couldn't cry well and could only whimper like a small animal.

Richard narrowed his green eyes like a hungry wolf and stared at Shirley unblinkingly.

In front of him was the little girl whose face was covered with tears. His housekeeper and servants had heard a lot about her in the market.

For example, after her parents died of a fever, she was supposed to be burned to death, but later she used witchcraft to fly into the sky and escape the fire.

Later, she cast an ecstasy spell on the new owner of Fortress, Mr. Owen Jr., which made him so obsessed that he even took her in in the castle.

It is said that the little witch is being raised like a young lady, and recently she has been asked to find a tutor to educate her.

What a ridiculous thing, the old Richard suddenly laughed.

He stretched out his fingers and hooked them, and the old housekeeper who had been standing behind him walked to the iron cage with a clear mind and dragged out the little guy Shirley who was huddled in the corner.

The frightened Shirley screamed extremely miserably, but because this was a dark cellar, it didn't matter even if she screamed.

What's more, there was a ribbon tied around her mouth to prevent her from crying.

Little Shirley was thrown at Squire Richard's weak feet. He lowered his eyes and looked at the veins that had popped out due to her crying so hard, with hot eyes.

After a while, Richard stretched out a pair of withered hands, pinched Shirley's soft and thin neck, lowered his head and leaned in, took an intoxicating sniff, and sighed: "It smells so good. Wash it and feed it. It's still too much." Thin."

"Yes." The old housekeeper responded in a low voice.

From Richard's exposed wrist, you can vaguely see several scars. These are the masterpieces of doctors who are very good at "handicrafts".

It was clear that Richard had undergone numerous bloodletting treatments.

There were very few elderly squire nobles in this era who had intact arms. As you get older, you will always have various ailments. Basically, your skin will be cut and bled.

On the other hand, poor people who cannot afford a doctor can only rely on their strong immunity to survive when they get sick. No one will perform a minor bloodletting operation on them, and there may be no scars on their bodies.

Richard's health was deteriorating due to two strokes. After several recent bloodletting treatments, he always felt dizzy.

Long ago, when he was still young and healthy, he had met a Jewish fortune teller in Rome.

He bought a bloody secret method to prolong life from her. Over the years, countless orphans have been working under his hands.

After extending his own life, he would quietly sell them to the rich in London.

In this cold winter alone, he had "taken in" a lot of homeless orphans who were about to starve to death, but unfortunately none of them were of much use.

That's why he set his sights on Shirley, the little "witch" everyone said.

In the early morning, the servant Owen sent to deliver a greeting card to Richard was rejected.

Actually speaking, this is quite normal. It's just a little maid lost, who cares.

But Xia Qingdai was very concerned and said angrily: "There must be a ghost!"

It's a pity that Richard's manor is not under her nose, otherwise she would just bring it up and look for it herself.

The servant who responded retreated, turning a blind eye to Xia Qingdai on the side, not even blinking when he passed by her. Xia Qingdai suddenly said: "Hey, that person just now seems like he can't see me again."

She breathed "ha" at her wrist, and the green line that had been slowly disappearing now completely disappeared.

In order to confirm her thoughts, Xia Qingdai ran out to find other people in the castle to confirm.

The people who had been looking for Shirley outside in the middle of the night were coming back in twos and threes.

Xia Qingdai walked around in front of everyone, and no one gave her a look.

Well, it turns out that one of the functions of the power of faith is to make her appear in the eighteenth century!
  Is the green line on her wrist the time when she appears?

She didn't dwell on this issue for too long. She was in a better invisible state, so she could investigate more easily.

"Owen, let's go and meet Squire Richard. You are in the light and I am in the dark."

"it is good."

Owen's eyes were a little red after not sleeping all night, but he agreed without saying a word.

After changing into his going-out clothes, he asked the groom to hitch a carriage. He took Xia Qingdai on it and headed for Squire Richard's territory.

It is obviously not in line with gentlemanly rules to visit neighbors with whom you have no friendship early in the morning.

But Owen didn't care anymore, he only cared about what Xia Qingdai wanted to do.

It was Richard's butler who opened the door. Owen took a special look at his feet, and there was indeed something strange about his feet.

"Sorry to bother you, is Mr. Richard here?"

The housekeeper seemed a little surprised by Owen's visit, but he quickly calmed down and said coldly: "I'm sorry, sir, my master has insomnia and has just gone to bed, so it is not convenient to see guests."

While the two were talking, Xia Qingdai had already entered this castle, which was much older and more decayed than Fucui Villa.

She could vaguely hear Shirley's sobs in her ears, but she didn't know if it was an hallucination.

The sound seemed to come from underground. Xia Qingdai walked around the castle and quickly found the stairs leading to the cellar.

When Owen saw Xia Qingdai entering the house, he was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so he ignored etiquette and directly blocked the door that the old housekeeper wanted to close with his hand, and squeezed in.

"It's okay, I'll just wait here for Mr. Richard to get up. Just give me a book and a cup of coffee."

Facing Owen who came out of the ordinary, the old housekeeper couldn't help but frown, but he couldn't throw a gentleman out in a disgraceful way, so he had to send someone to bring him coffee and books.

The invisible Xia Qingdai had already touched the cellar and saw Shirley, who was lying in a cage and sobbing. At the same time, he also saw a bloody knife on the table, as well as strange symbols made of many candles.

On a couch not far away, there was an old man lying on the couch. Judging from his clothes, he must be the owner of this place - Squire Richard.

Facing everything in front of her, Xia Qingdai understood everything in an instant.

She angrily raised her foot and kicked her on the couch. She didn't kick anyone directly, even though she was very respectful to her elders.

Richard was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by this kick. He was frightened and shouted: "Who?"

But he could see nothing but the moaning little girl.

(End of this chapter)