Romanesque is the style of the architecture of their house because of the roof's design of Roman arch. The arch of it was round and the walls are thick and heavy. We went to the luxurious dinning room. Lady Misty was eating when we arrived. Their table look like festive because of expensive foods. My stomach became hungry because I just ate five slices of garlic bread, an apple, and jasmine tea.
"Good day, Mavis!"
"Good day, Lady Misty!"
Lord Quentin sat near her.
"Join us." said Quentin.
"Of course, thank you."
"How's life?" asked Lady Misty.
"Good, now I'm a junior detective."
After we ate merrily while chatting our past adventures, we move to the living room to talk about the business.Lady Misty scribbled something on a paper.
"Here is the address of the client. If you need some advice, just contact us at our silver mirror. We will lend you the carriage."
"Thank you, Lady Misty, Lord Quentin. Good luck to your spell break!"
"May the Divine be with you!" he replied.
"And good luck to you, my dear novice!"
Ugh! The word novice, she used that word to tease me.
"Where are we going, sir?" asked the coachman.
"Peronell Ville, please." I answered.
"Very well, sir."
840 Harley St., Peronell Ville, St. Jude City, it said to the paper that Lady Misty gave me.
The carriage will take me there for a few minutes. Boredom doesn't attacked me because of the fantastic view of the country side. Although the scene through the window is cloudy, the field of flowers are still beautiful. Especially the German species of chamomile, English lavender and other flowers. It feels relaxing if I visualize that I am lay down between chamomile and lavender. In few minutes, we are in the strange village.
"Please be here after two days." I said to the coachman.
"Certainly, sir. Cheerio!" he answered.
I hold my hat as a sign of farewell. Then he whipped the horses and left me on the entrance of the village.
"Hullo!" said Dunstan.
He startled me.
"Whoa! Please don't surprise me again."
"Pardon me but I need to take a vacation for a while." he answered.
"A ghost? Vacation?"
Then he vanished himself. 'Peronell Ville' it said to the wooden sign.I crossed ash colored pavement and passed a well where there are villagers that stares me with curiosity in there eyes while they are getting a pail of water.I went to the said address and I knock the door. A woman opened the door a little.
"Are you the substitute?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am the substitute."
"Come in."
When I came in, I felt the protective barrier that stops negative energy to enter. The energy signature comes from Lady Misty and Lord Quentin.
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The Detective of the Dead
ParanormalAn adept of Magic. Trained as one of law enforcers. A puppet of avenging ghost? Or bringer of justice? IN LATE EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY ST. EXPEDITE CITY, Melisse H. Quincy, a talented witch and junior detective student at Holmes Academy. Together with h...