Chapter 742: Chapter 540 Hellhound_3 Chapter 742: Chapter 540 Hellhound_3 As Donna was speaking, she looked anxiously out of the window.
“Although I’m not too sure, everyone is quite worried about this situation. Even if it’s just a wild dog or sothing, it’s still distressing enough. Thus, I plead with everyone to avoid going out carelessly. It wouldn’t be good if you encounter any danger.”
“Okay, we won’t leave this place.”
Originally, Mary and Asherica planned to accompany Shirley outside for a walk. But now, Shirley wasn’t feeling very well, and the potential threat of a wild dog outside was concerning, so all the girls nodded in agreent.
No matter what, the safety of their friend was currently the most important thing.
anwhile, at Baskerville Manor, Duanmu Huai was eting with the poor widow who had lost her husband.
“Hello, Lady Baskerville.”
Sitting on the sofa, Duanmu Huai scrutinized the woman in front of him – she did not seem too much older than Mary, perhaps in her early twenties. Attired in a resplendent silk dress, her hair curled like that of a damsel in many cartoons. Her expression was weary, eyes red and swollen. It was evident that this event has dealt a significant blow to her.
“Ah, hello, Mr. Duanmu, welco to Baskerville Manor. I’m sorry for presenting myself in such a disarray… ”
“No, that’s not a problem. If you don’t mind, may I ask you a few questions?”
“Of course, if I can be of any help… ”
Actually, Duanmu Huai did not glean much from Baroness Baskerville. She was just an ordinary noble woman who had stayed in the manor the entire day of the incident, not leaving at all. Although she had tried to stop her husband from furiously venturing into the mountains after their parents’ demise, she sadly was unsuccessful.
However, beyond this, she did not give Duanmu Huai any useful clues… Well, this was not unexpected. Duanmu Huai did not expect much from a widow who had lost several of her loved ones within a year. The only information she could offer was that she always saw a terrifying shadow of a hunting dog outside her window before going to sleep, like there was a colossal hunting dog lurking, trying to murder her as well.
As to whether this was real, or just the delusion of a pathetic person, that was uncertain.
Apart from this pitiful widow, there were only six people in the manor. Of course, Duanmu Huai wasn’t planning to play any whodunnit gas – he was not solving a cri, his target was just the big dog. The mont the hound dared to show itself again, Duanmu Huai would directly punch it until it was incapacitated, and that would be all.
Duanmu Huai decided to leave Lorena with Baroness Baskerville. After all, she was now the only remaining mber of this cursed family. Although he didn’t know what the strange hunting dog planned to do, if it decided to strike again, the Baroness would be an obvious prey. Having Lorena by her side, Duanmu Huai didn’t have to worry about any mishaps.
After assigning Lorena to accompany Lady Baskerville, Duanmu Huai sought out the butler, Robert. He was a man in his sixties who had worked in Baskerville Manor since he was young; he could say that he was even more familiar with the place than Lady Baskerville herself, including the terrifying legend.
“Ah, actually, my ancestors appeared in Dr. Watson’s novel, as the butler couple – the Barrymores. They were my grandparents. To be honest, our family has been serving the Baskerville family for generations, both before and now.”
The old man appeared quite talkative, or perhaps sowhat excited.
“But honestly, this current incident is even more bizarre than the one in the novel, you know? Sir, I’ve never believed in those legends of the Hellhound. In my view, the truth is what the novel wrote about, that soone tried to exploit the story to fra others. Ah, I’m sure it’s the sa this ti.”
“So, would you mind telling the original version of this story?”
“The original version?”
“The very first part.”
Duanmu Huai reached out his hand, pointing at the portraits hanging on the wall of the living room – those were portraits of forr heads of the Baskerville family.
“The Hellhound of Baskerville.”
“Oh, about that, I’m afraid I don’t have much to say.”
The old butler shook his head.
“What I heard is pretty much the sa as what you all know, or you could say, it’s a story heard since childhood by every mber of the Baskerville family. Of course, if you ask , it’s just a fairy tale, warning people not to do evil deeds, or risk being bit in the throat by the Hellhound.”
“Regarding the head of the Baskerville family from the legend, do you have any information to provide?”
“Every family has one or two black sheep, sir. The Baskervilles are no exception. He may seem like a polite man on the surface, but in reality, he was rough and violent. He frequently entertained unsavory characters. Although it’s not nice to say, people around that ti were quite afraid of him and his companions. They always drank excessively late into the night, then rode out in groups across the wilderness, shouting and wandering like a pack of savages… ”
“Has he always been like that?”
“Mostly, since he was young it seems. He didn’t fit in with the other children, his temperant was odd, and he was quick-tempered often resorting to violence. If not for the Baskerville’s wealth, he would have been locked up in jail a long ti ago. He truly was a disgrace, sir, there’s no doubt about it.”
“Rabid pack of friends, huh…”
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Huai pondered for a mont.
“What about after his death? Did these so-called friends show up again?”
“Of course not. They were just flies buzzing around him, attracted by his wealth. Once he died, these rabid friends naturally dispersed.”
“Alright.”
Duanmu Huai shrugged.
“Well then, I assu there’s still a room here belonging to this ancestor? Would you be able to show ?”
“Of course, it’s no problem.”
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