The island was not particularly large. It lay in the middle of the lake and covered only half an acre, a little over two thousand square meters.
Most of the castle had fallen into ruin. Its sand-colored stone walls, turrets, and empty windows had once overlooked the cold waters of Lough Key.
Moonlight reflected off the water, and a faint mist rose above the lake, lending it an unusually mysterious air.
Ivy covered most of the island, but even looking at those crumbling walls, he could vaguely imagine what the castle had looked like intact.
Zhang Xiao read the information in the color brochure.
He had to admit that there was a reason Shirley Fitzgerald was the largest real estate agency in all of Ireland. They had gathered remarkably detailed information.
Besides the photographs, there were extensive written descriptions.
McDermott Castle
Before the seventeenth century, it had always belonged to the McDermott clan. Later, the clan gifted the land to the British royal family.
Yeats had tried to buy the castle from the royal family, but ultimately failed.
They had even thoughtfully included the castle's story below. That was standard practice: without a story, there was no substance, and without substance, it would not fetch a high price.
Once upon a time...
Una was the daughter of Chief McDermott.
Una fell in love with a boy whom her father considered unworthy of her. And so they met in secret.
The boy would swim across the lake to see Una, but unfortunately, on one occasion he failed to make it and drowned.
It was said that Una died of a broken heart. Two trees grew before their graves, intertwining to form a lovers' knot.
The two of them were buried on one side of the island.
Zhang Xiao put away the