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
After the meal, Anna would have liked to invite Esme Crane to sit with her in the family study and talk some more, or to take a walk in the courtyard, but a telegram from the U. of M. Obliged her to give up the idea. Esme Crane did not get up immediately, but lay on the bed for a while, listening to the sound. The melody of the box did not sound artificial, or at least it was not someone playing music at the door of her room with a box, it was coming from some source, as if some magic had sent the sound directly to her ears. Can Esme Crane say no? She couldn't, so she had to say yes to Anna. "Hmm? What?" Esme Crane froze. Esme Crane is thus convinced that Anna is seeing the memories of the original owner, Esme Crane. Anna mused, "It does sound dangerous, this octave box could be the cause of Jefferson's disorder, or it could be the cause of the fetus mutation in Amelia's womb. The trifle, too, could have been scared to death by the octavo's anomalies. The Heathcliff you mentioned,
"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
"It's okay, you can sleep against me if you're tired." Esme Crane said, pretending to be relaxed. So she ran off to play alone in the orphan school yard, and then she ran into Hisk. It was just after 9:30 a.m., the sky was still cloudy, and few pedestrians were on the road. Esme Crane's mind was whirling with speculation when she turned a corner and felt a sudden weight on her shoulders, and turned her head to see that Anna, who had unknowingly fallen asleep, had fallen unconsciously against her shoulder with the inertia of the corner. "Hey, don't lie to me, I know that when people die their souls drift around, and if they have no one to rely on to become spiteful, they will soon disappear, and there will be no kingdom to go to." The little girl said relentlessly. The little girl still cries in fear when she recalls the incident today, and Esme Crane rushes to take the child into her arms, soothing her and wiping her tears. "What? Do you think I study medicine? No way?" Iblake Woo
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
Anna resisted the urge to roll her eyes and raised her index and middle fingers and tapped them on the countertop, meaning: go on, cut the crap. "If you do have divine power when you do, is there anything the Book of Words can't do?" Esme Crane asked curiously. "Professor... You're being cheeky, how can I know your birthday..." "Wow!" She thought this was so bandwagon. The Book of Spirits of Words is like a megaphone, she will amplify the infectious power of words to as many times as there is mental and spiritual power, nearly without limit. If it reaches the extreme, it is like a divine decree, my words no one can resist, no one can escape from the envelope of my words, mind and body will bow directly to my words." Esme Crane hurried back the way she had come, unleashing her keen senses and swift speed, using her overhead vision as an aid to wander above the rooftops and look down on the road below. About three blocks into her run, she rediscovered the red-nosed man again, clutch
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
Just then, the music of the octave box sounded suddenly, as if it were a spike stabbing straight into the minds of everyone in the basement. The tall, burly man in front of him stiffened and stopped his aggression against Anna at once. The old shopkeeper was even more terrified to the point of trembling. The tall, burly man responded emotionlessly, "Yes." With that, he walked over to Anna and began to unbuckle the belt around his own waist. Esme Crane also showed a worried look, casting a concerned glance at Anna. Esme Crane was in an indescribable state of mixed emotions, on the one hand she was shocked by the violent assault Anna had suffered, and she was furious at Anna's recklessness, how could this woman be so reckless as to come alone and stalk without a helper. Did she really think that because she had the Book of Words, she could take over the world? Anna stood just a short distance away, her entire being in a state of delirium. On the second transfer, the young woman who