Chapter 1888

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Moments later, Alger arrived at Manfred's room. He glanced around, pinched his fingers together in a contemplative gesture, and raised his eyebrows.

"The side room-Mr. Atkinson has been visiting it frequently these past two days. Could the female ghost be there?" Kemp suggested.

Alger maintained an enigmatic expression. "Let's take a look."

Vivian had originally been preparing to sleep, but for some reason, she couldn't settle down. Her mind was filled with images of copper mirrors of all shapes and designs.

Unable to fall asleep, she stared at the ceiling.

At that moment, the door to her room suddenly opened.

She immediately sat up. Could it be Manfred?

"Mr. Marshman, wait a moment. Let me light the lamp," Kemp said as he strode into the room. With practiced ease, he lit the candles, instantly illuminating the space.

The scene inside the room came into view-a space elegantly decorated and clearly a woman's quarters.

Looking around, Kemp felt his scalp tingle. The female ghost must be here.

"Mr. Marshman, please come in."

The next moment, Alger stepped inside.

Vivian observed the scene before her, blinking in surprise. What was going on? She quietly watched the two men.

"The female ghost should be in this room. Whenever Mr. Atkinson enters here, he talks to himself," Kemp explained.

Alger shot Kemp a glance, silencing him immediately.

After spending over an hour together, Kemp had learned that Alger was a man of

few words who valued peace and quiet, disliking unnecessary chatter.

Alger carefully examined every corner of the room, then took a small bottle from a pouch at his waist Turning it upside down, he let a few drops of liquid fall onto the floor.

Under the dim light and from a distance, Vivian couldn't make out what it was or catch its scent.

After completing this ritual, Alger closed his eyes and began murmuring incantations under his breath. The process seemed eerie and unsettling.

Vivian was utterly bewildered, unable to discern what was happening.

Moments ago, her mind had been preoccupied with copper mirrors.

She had been wondering how inconvenient it was to follow Manfred around without being seen. She was considering how she could make herself visible to others.

Now, watching the old man perform his ritual, a sudden inspiration struck her.

Before long, Alger opened his eyes and scanned the room once more. His expression turned pensive.

Kemp, growing impatient, finally asked, "So, is there a female ghost here or not?"

"There are no ghosts in this

household, let alone a female ghost.

I also examined Manfred's fate. He's destined to remain alone. Forget a femal@ghost-even an evil spirit wouldn't dare come within half a step of him," Alger declared

Kemp's eyes widened in shock. "Destined to remain alone? What does that mean?"

"It means your lord is destined to live a life of solitude," Alger explained bluntly He will never marry or have children. Anyone who becomes truly involved with him is doomed to perish."