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The night was as dark as ink, and Edric and Feren continued to walk along the country road. The silence around them was only broken by their breathing and the sound of their footsteps. The starlight in the sky was faint, and the moonlight was obscured by thin clouds, leaving only a faint outline in the darkness. Feren felt a bit lost and looked at Edric's back with confusion and curiosity.
Feren quickened his pace, taking a few steps to catch up with Edric, and asked while catching his breath, " Edric... where are we going exactly?" His voice echoed in the night, seemingly expecting a definite answer.
Edric didn't answer immediately; his gaze continued to stare ahead as if silently measuring the distance in his mind. After a while, he turned gently and looked at Feren with a barely perceptible sense of determination and reassurance in his eyes. His voice was deep and steady, carrying an implicit trust: "We're almost there."
This brief response didn't completely dispel Feren's doubts, but he felt a strange sense of reassurance from Edric's demeanor. So, he chose to continue following, and the two figures gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of footprints quietly narrating their journey.
Under the curtain of the night, the leaves in the forest rustled under the gentle touch of the breeze, like the whispers of the night, mysterious and unfathomable. Feren squinted, trying to find the blurry silhouette ahead through the cover of the night. As they continued to move forward, a vague building gradually became clear and enlarged in their field of vision. The curiosity and wonder in their hearts increased with each step, until they finally stood in front of the building.
Before them was an ancient manor, sleeping in the quiet of the night, like an old guardian silently watching over the land. Its iron gate had been stained with a thick layer of rust by the fingertips of time, and the cracks between the gate revealed a sense of loneliness and neglect. The manor's outer walls appeared mottled under the moonlight, showing the traces of long-term neglect. Feren was shocked by this scene, having never seen such a building before or heard anyone mention the stories of this place. They could only stand there, trying to read the past glory and present desolation of the manor from its silence.
This estate seems to carry some kind of secret, perhaps closely related to Edric's purpose for coming. Feren is filled with curiosity and confusion, but at the same time, a hint of unease is quietly growing. He turns to look at Edric, hoping to find some answers in his expression. However, Edric's face appears particularly serious in the night, as if this estate has an indescribable deep connection with him.
Feren stands in front of the estate, staring fixedly at this grand building hidden in the darkness, feeling a strange sense of awe. He turns to Edric with eyes full of surprise and curiosity, blurting out, "Wow... where is this place? Such a huge estate... is it a noble's home?" His voice echoes in the night sky, seemingly waiting for a definite answer to unravel the mystery in his heart.
Edric fell silent for a moment, his gaze piercing through the mist of night and time, landing on that door. He slowly approached, reaching out to gently touch the iron door as if caressing a distant memory. His voice was low and filled with emotion: "Yes... it used to be a noble's home." This sentence contained too many stories and emotions, like a faint sorrow drifting in the night breeze.
Then, Edric gathered his strength and pushed open the long-closed door. The door slowly creaked open with a slight force, making a sound like a long-dormant giant softly groaning, or like a dusty history slowly unfolding. This sound seemed particularly clear and unsettling in the night.
Feren followed behind Edric, feeling a mixture of curiosity and unease. As they stepped through the gates of the estate, they entered an unknown world, an ancient estate filled with stories and secrets. In that moment, the past and present, legend and reality, all intertwined behind the slowly opening gates.
As the heavy gates slowly opened, a musty and mysterious scent wafted towards them. Feren quickly became captivated by a statue in the center of the courtyard, a statue of the Knight Errant, majestic and imposing, especially under the moonlight. Feren widened their eyes in astonishment, feeling incredibly curious about the statue before them, having never seen anything like it and completely unaware of its significance.
Edric noticed Feren's gaze being drawn to the statue, waved his hand to signal him not to linger, and urged, "Don't just stand there, hurry up." There was an unmistakable seriousness in his tone. Then, Edric turned and, with a familiar stride, led Feren through the front yard towards the back of the estate.
Along the way, the rustling of fallen leaves underfoot filled the air, and the spider webs around swayed gently in the breeze. Occasionally, a couple of startled mice could be seen scurrying about, all indicating that the estate had been uninhabited for a long time. In such a place forgotten by time, every step felt like entering an unknown history.
Feren followed Edric with a heart full of doubt and anticipation. He was not only curious about the story of this mansion, but also wanted to know why Edric had brought him here. With each step forward, Feren could feel the secrets hidden deep within the mansion gradually unfolding before them.
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