Luo Qiu gave the matter no further thought, carefully hiding his thoughts away in his heart.
He felt that the altar seemed to be missing something now, giving off a somewhat rigid feeling... He did not know whether the subtle communication he had once shared with the altar was something the previous owner had also been capable of.
But subconsciously, he felt that perhaps this was the altar the previous owner had encountered.
There was no basis for this, merely a feeling.
Leaving the most fragile thing here for the time being, Luo Qiu sorted out his thoughts and opened the door to the negative third floor. He was not exactly relaxed, but neither did he feel weighed down. He had simply returned to normal.
When he returned, Luo Qiu did not see Da Zhe. You Ye said that a place to stay had already been chosen in Britain—a decent manor, though somewhat run-down—so Da Zhe had been sent there to clean and arrange the manor first.
Nero had gone with him as well.
This was equivalent to rescuing Miss Nero from the terrifying hell of copying books. She had been sentenced to copy the text 270,000 times, but to this day, Miss Nero had not even copied three thousand... The Maid Rules were simply too long, and although the quill used for copying would never wear out, Miss Nero still ended up writing until her hand cramped.
So she readily accepted the assignment, delighted beyond measure. She probably still had not recovered by the time she left. If Maid Miss had not been standing beside her, she probably would have tried to get herself killed again by discussing with the boss whether he could keep her as a mistress.
The shop suddenly became quiet.
Luo Qiu had already retrieved