After taking a sip of the apple ale drink and calming his chaotic thoughts.

Luke opens his eyes slowly and sees the clear liquid in the drink as he makes an assessment.

It tastes good, it's refreshing, the apple feels good, you can tell it's made with natural fruit, not chemicals, and the alcohol is not as strong as I imagined, although I still prefer Coca-Cola more...

Although his evaluation was not very professional, like those gourmet critics who even say where the lemon is grown, this helped distract him a little.

He suspects that Emperor Gustav Leopold is a transmigrant like himself, but he is not quite sure.

With an amused smile, Luke asked. "Did Emperor Gustav also invent chess and the board game Go?"

"That's how he invented those games," Jonathan replied, sipping the pepper and gingery cocktail. "But the Go board game wasn't well-liked, so it quickly fell into obscurity and is hard to find here in the Leon kingdom."

With a satisfied little smile, Luke sipped the refreshing apple ale.

He asked that question to ensure Emperor Gustav was a transmigrant like him. To his surprise, he really did invent the board game Go!

This confirms that Emperor Gustav Leopold really comes from the same world as he does.

He was much calmer. Luke enjoyed the local folk music.

So, Emperor Gustav Leopold really is a transmigrant like me...

So I'm not the only transmigrant, eh... Besides me? Will there be more transmigrants, or are the only ones me and Emperor Gustav? Luke inadvertently felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Looking at Luke's calm smile, Jonathan asked, "By the way, why is your shirt bloody?"

He didn't ask about the revolver in his waistband for fear of it being damaged or damaging the environment.

Luke replied amusedly, lowering his gaze and seeing the dried blood on his shirt. "I don't know; when I woke up, I was like this."

Jonathan arched a confused eyebrow. "You don't know why your bloody shirt?"

He did not give more details because his shirt was bloody; it was just a guess he was unsure of. So Luke decided to change the subject, seeing the tense atmosphere.

"Do you know how the parties are in this place? Since Miss Elena, she didn't tell me much about the parties in this place."

This time, not Jonathan, but the portly waiter replied. "All I can tell you is that there is an annual 'Feast of Plenty of Spirits,' which is a celebration passed down from generation to generation."

Feast of Plenty of Spirits? Luke muttered to himself. He had not heard anything like it, and in Grey's memories, there was no mention of anything like it or related.

He asked for more details since he knew nothing about the Spirit Abundance party.

"I haven't heard anything like it or anything like it. Can you give a cursory explanation of the festivities?"

The waiter shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't go into too much detail to not give you too many expectations about the parties. If not, let you experience it yourselves first hand."

Luke decided not to press the issue any further.

After that, he continued chatting with Jonathan, and after an hour, he got up from the bar and went to his room to rest.

Since he is very mentally exhausted, he takes off his bloody shirt and puts the revolver and the mysterious box with the monocle inside under his pillow.

Shortly after that, Luke fell fast asleep.

…

The following day, with the golden rays of the sun filtering through the window curtains and the distant sound of church bells. Seven times, the bells rang to get Luke out of bed.

Taking the brass revolver and the mysterious box with the monocle inside, he quietly tidied himself up.

He put his bloody shirt back on since it was the only one he had at the moment and went downstairs for breakfast.

The first floor was much quieter than the previous day, which was full and lively; now, only a few people were having breakfast, and a few were sitting at the bar, where the burly bartender was serving a drink.

Well, maybe it's quiet because today is Monday and many people must work.

Luke looked away and sat at one of the unoccupied tables, where he was quickly served.

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He ordered something simple and light breakfast: white bread toast with scrambled egg and bacon and lovely coffee with milk. Today is his first day of work, and he doesn't want to work with a heavy body.

A few minutes later, the waiter put the hot breakfast on the table while he left to serve another customer.

While he was enjoying his breakfast, the door of the establishment opened.

Fixing his gaze on the door, Luke saw Elena's husband, Carlos, dressed in a light and tight black jacket, slim-fitting pants to match the coat, and a white shirt.

It seems he came to look for him or confirm that Luke had not left town after paying for his stay and food at this inn.

Carlos greets the workers as he approaches the table where Luke is eating quietly.

He takes a chair and sits in it without disturbing Luke. Then he takes off his top hat and, with a smile, greets him. "Good morning, gentleman. How did you spend your evening?"

"Good morning, Mr. Carlos. I spent the night quite well." Luke returned the greeting with a smile, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"By the way, I still don't know how to address you?"

He maintained the smile. "Well, address me as Grey."

Carlos smiled. "Nice to meet you, Grey."

Luke just flashed a smile in response as he finished his breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, they left the Dark Oak Inn, greeted by the golden rays of the chained sun and the cool morning breeze.

After taking a brief breath, Luke and Carlos began walking down the cobblestone streets toward the outskirts of town. They passed several people who greeted Carlos.

…

After about forty-five minutes of walking, they were on the outskirts of Avebury village.

Behind them, they could see the village because they were on a hill, where they could see ideally a large field of sugar cane and corn crops. Also, they could see some animals, such as cows, buffaloes, bulls, sheep, chickens, and more, on the land without crops.

A little further away from the fields and the animals, a large two-story house that looked more like a mansion than a home could be seen. It was in terrible shape, and almost any tremor could bring it down.

"Mr. Carlos, does anyone live in that house?" Luke asked, pointing to the distant two-story house.

"No, no one lives in that house," Carlos denied as he added. "A long time ago, an aristocrat lived there, but they said he was a witch and a blasphemer."

"Blasphemer?" Luke showed mild interest in this aristocrat and joked. "And didn't that aristocrat wear a monocle over his right eye?"

Carlos shook his head, not getting the joke. "I don't know. According to the town's history, he performed dark rituals with the tourists who came because they all disappeared mysteriously soon after arriving in this town."

He paused, continuing in a deep voice. "And the strangest thing is that every 31st of March, you would hear the loud, piercing screams of the missing tourists.

"So much of the 'Feast of Plenty of Spirits' is really to appease the souls of the tourists who died at the hands of that aristocrat and that after his death, the house was cursed, but over the years, it became a tradition to make this party."

Luke was silent and swallowed dry saliva nervously, looking at the large two-story house with fright.

Initially, he thought that the folk festival in this town was a ritual, as in the earth, for abundance or rain, as in many cultures.

But he never imagined it would be to appease the unfortunate souls who fell into the hands of that aristocrat.

Before he could say anything, Carlos continued.

"In addition, there is another story about this house. When the town was in its beginnings and was just developing, an aristocrat named Van Salem arrived.

"They said he had supernatural powers and that he was a heretic and a blasphemer. But one day he died suddenly and no one knew the cause of his death.

"According to the people who entered the house, they were either crazy or stupid, yet they all said one word..."

He paused again, and the atmosphere around him became strange and mysterious; with a deep voice, he said.

"Never go to the basement!"

The strange atmosphere returned to normal as if everything from a few seconds ago had been an illusion, and he continued.

"And within days after they left the house, they committed suicide in strange and bizarre ways.

"After that, word spread through town that the house after Van Salem's death was 'Cursed.'"

"So, no one has gone to that house after hearing that story?" Luke asked. Why are there always brave people you want to dig up the truth.

Hearing that question, Carlo's expression contracted in agony as if something prevented him from answering.

Luke's back broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart was pumping a thousand times as he looked at Carlo's grotesque expression and quickly spoke up, fearing something terrible would happen.

"There is no need for you to answer."

Carlo's expression returned to normal as if nothing had happened, and he continued walking.

What the hell is up with that house?!

Remaining silent, Luke looks at the large two-story house that is about to collapse for a few seconds before asking again.

"Was that house built when the town was founded, or when the town was founded, did the house already exist?"

Carlos was silent for about eight seconds, frowned, and answered strangely.

"I think the house already existed when the town was founded. Everything about that house is a mystery; nothing is concrete, whether its origin, the people who lived there or if they practiced dark rituals. It's as if some supernatural force blocked everything."

After that, they continued walking silently until they reached their destination, a small farm; you could see the stable, chickens, horses, cows, etc...

Also, there are some sheep dogs, plus some fish pits with some scarecrows.

After changing his clothes, Luke wore a grayish-blue shirt, brown pants with patches, some leather boots, and a straw hat.

Enjoying the gentle breeze, a feeling of relaxation hits your body. He doesn't know how long he has been as calm as he is now.

Who would have thought he would enjoy this kind of tranquility after transmigration...

His corners curved slightly, enjoying this gentle breeze. For a moment, all his worries disappeared.

After a while, he saw Carlo with two buckets and a broom cleaning and feeding the pigs with the food scraps from his house.

Carlos called him to start feeding the cows, so they went to a shed built of wood, where the tools (axe, scythe, hoe, shovel, machete) and the feed for the animals were kept.

Carlos filled a wooden bucket with some nectar.

"What is that substance?" Luke asks. It was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

"It's purge honey, or as Emperor Gustav called it, molasses," Answered Carlos, coming out of the shed with two buckets full of molasses.

That Emperor Gustav really did it all... Luke thought amused.

Before Luke could say anything, he continued. "This relieves constipation and other digestive tract diseases in animals."

"Interesting," Luke sincerely showed his surprise.

As a modern person on earth, he has almost no knowledge of animal care. Even though he knows little about everything, animal care (cows, pigs, sheep, horses, etc.) is not his strong point.

After they got everything they needed out of the shed, they began to work and feed the animals on the small farm as time passed.

Before they knew it was noon, they had lunch and returned to work until the chained sun began to hide on the horizon, painting the sky an orangey red.