The twist in her life came without warning the summer she turned 18 when she became the owner of the Book of Words and learned the family secret from her father. Then indignantly she enrolled in the medical school of the University of Missouri and has been on a grueling journey of medical studies ever since. At first she was very uncomfortable with the subject of medicine, but with a perseverance, she worked hard day and night, and eventually mastered the knowledge that she was so bad at, and began to use her knowledge and methods to explore the deeper secrets of the living and dead souls. The Book of Spirits of Words was by now back in its restored form, and looked very active in Esme Crane's hand as it continued to emit a pure white glow. "It is true that I have lost my memory since my resurrection, and I cannot remember many things. Professor... Do you see anything in my memory that you cannot understand at the moment?" "You're not my father." Anna muttered softly, pursing her li

"Yes, yes, Miss..." Sally stammered in reply, and then immediately ran for the servants' quarters. Luckily, though, the bleeding stopped, and Anna immediately stitched up several of Emile's wounds with amazing skill, then bandaged them. All this time Esme Crane was playing second fiddle and pressing Emile's pulse behind her ear, monitoring her vitals at all times. By the time Anna's sutures and bandages were finished, Emile still had a faint pulse, but the man had long since passed out. "Yes, Miss." The two men immediately answered and left. In the latter part of the night, Anna fell into a deep restorative sleep from mental exhaustion, Esme Crane, lying beside her, had not closed her eyes all night, and when she closed them, the picture of the pale universe appeared, as if it had some strange attraction that pulled at her soul. For Esme Crane, this oppressive feeling was extraordinary, touching the depths of her spirit directly, not comparable to those demons and monsters that popp

The old shopkeeper obviously recognized the octave box at once, but he was very deep in the city and did not move his face, fished out a pair of white cloth gloves from his pocket and put them on. That's because I don't eat him openly, and it's all the rage where we are to be thin, Esme Crane said darkly. So it's a Visionary. No wonder they found Esme Crane's fanny pack. Anna observed the child's pupils for a moment and checked some basic reactions of the body's functions. Finally taking out the Book of Spirits of Words and having the child attach her hands to it, she whispered something. The Book of Words then glowed, the glow wasn't very strong, but it lasted for a minute or so, and by the time it was all over, Anna looked even more exhausted. In contrast, Louie Fletcher looked much sunnier all round, and the gloom that had hung over her boyish brow had actually lifted. Esme Crane asked, somewhat curiously, "Dean, if I may ask you, did you study medicine at university?" The old

As Anna's feet hit the floor of the basement, she quickly lifted the spell to counteract gravity, feeling only half of her well restored mental energy being drained again. After all, it was using a spell to resist the laws of physics, which was never easy. "Anna?!" Esme Crane exclaimed. That look sent goose bumps all over her body. What the hell was going on in this apartment building? Every room was empty, not a single person in sight. But there were strange runes painted above the floor of each room, and these runes were not just in the rooms, but also spread to the corridor outside, the entire floor board was enveloped in runes, eventually spelling out a huge spell formation. These runes formed a spell formation that was all painted with red paint, and when one looked with the Eye of Insight, they only felt that the entire formation was releasing an eerie red glow. Several people identified his face and took note of it, while Esme Crane went on to add. They went at once to the t

"It's not impossible... I could give it to you, but it would have to be reported to the regiment. In fact, generally speaking, communication gems given to collaborators are given out on an ad hoc basis when they go on a mission, to be given as a gift, and you're the first." Anna follows Esme Crane's movements and tries again to pet the black cat, who doesn't duck away again, while Anna's heart takes delight in touching the black cat's soft fur and her emotions are inexplicably soothed. The house was lit up, and it was Esme Crane who had unscrewed the gas lamp above the shoe cabinet by the door. "It's okay... It's okay, so it's a black cat." Anna breathed a long sigh of relief. "I have carefully identified the spell formation painted in red paint in the building. Ten years ago, someone in the group had seen such an evil spell in a small town on the edge of the Underland Forest, and although there were some differences in the details, the overall meaning of the spell was not very dif