Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Lyndon never expected that there would be a moth drawn on the torn-out diary.

As the mysterious man left the hut with the torn paper, Lyndon instinctively wanted to chase after him.

But as soon as he stepped out of the cabin, everything in front of him quickly lost its color.

Lyndon tripped and fell straight to the ground.

"Don't go!"

Lyndon shouted, then suddenly opened his eyes.

The beaker fell to the ground and rolled a few times in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he was no longer in the hunter's cabin, but clearly still in the basement of the sanctuary.

The effect of [Tracking] ends here.

Lyndon pushed himself up from the ground with his hands.

He brushed the dirt off his hands, picked up the beaker, and put it back on the table.

Lyndon was not satisfied with this attempt.

Not only did he not get the answer he wanted, but he also gained a lot of more doubts.

Unfortunately, the hunter only has one hair, so Lyndon can't make a second [Tracking] potion.

"Why did the hunter draw a moth in his diary, and why did the mysterious person tear up the drawing of the moth?"

Lyndon leaned against the lab table, lost in thought.

If the hunter painted the god of sleep because of his faith, then why did he paint the moth?

If the mysterious person tore up the painting because they were worried it would reveal something, then why leave only the image of the god of sleep? Wouldn't the image of the god of sleep raise suspicion?

The doubts in Lyndon's mind grew thicker and thicker. He suddenly felt that he was not facing a small pit, but a bottomless canyon.

"How strange..." Lyndon murmured, reaching into the basket to take out a few bottles of potions and putting them in his pocket.

He needs to prepare for dealing with the dream moth.

The Dream Moth is a mid-level spiritual species. Its wings contain a special powder that, once inhaled, will cause a person to fall into a dream state.

Therefore, ordinary people cannot even get close to the Dream Moth, and to deal with it, one must start with dreams.

Because Lyndon has overdrawn the power of Nightmare too many times, if he uses it again, he will surely die at the hands of the awakened Nightmare.

However, the potion Cecilia prepared for him solved his immediate problem.

These potions were enough for Lyndon to suppress the nightmare and allow him to use the [Dream Weaving] ability one more time.

As long as Nightmare doesn't interfere during the fight against the Dream Moth, Lyndon has a 60% chance of success.

Once Lyndon obtains the powder from the Dream Moth, he can completely resolve the hidden dangers in his body.

"Success or failure hinges on this."

Lyndon slammed his fist on the table and left the basement.

In the afternoon, Herbert rushed off to inform Viscount William that Philip was willing to help him get rid of that damned Dream Moth.

It wasn't until evening that Herbert returned to the sanctuary, still drunk.

As soon as Cecilia opened the door for him, Herbert's strong smell of alcohol hit her, suffocating her.

"Have you been drinking?"

Cecilia's brow was so furrowed it could have trapped a fly.

She never expected Herbert to be so depraved. How could a pastor get himself so drunk? Had he forgotten what his teacher Craig had told him?

But Herbert didn't care about any admonitions. His face was flushed, and he said to Cecilia with a smile, "Sister! Viscount William is such a nice man! He was very happy to hear that! He even treated me to wine, ham bread, and pudding! The wine was really good; I got used to it after just one sip."

As he spoke, Herbert let out a burp!

Cecilia, who was supporting him, looked at him with disdain and disappointment.

If the person in front of her hadn't been her younger brother, she would have thrown him out into the chicken coop to sober him up.

"Philip, come help me, help me get him back to his room."

Cecilia saw Lyndon approaching and asked him for help.

"My God, how much did he drink?"

Lyndon could smell the alcohol on Herbert from a great distance.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Cecilia tossed Herbert, who was in her arms, to Lyndon. She rubbed her numb shoulders, looking utterly exasperated. "Let him get a good night's sleep today, and I'll teach him a lesson tomorrow!"

Cecilia glared fiercely at her younger brother.

At that moment, Herbert, who was quite drunk, vaguely saw Lyndon's face. He teased Lyndon's chin and said, "Philip, the Viscount wants to see you. He wants to see you before you leave, to give you a pep talk!"

"The Viscount will definitely prepare a feast for you then!"

Herbert spoke with great enthusiasm, gesturing wildly.

But when Lyndon heard that Viscount William wanted to see him, a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

The viscount had met him before.

"Take him back to his room right now, I get annoyed just looking at him!"

Cecilia waved her hand, her face full of disgust.

So Lyndon helped Herbert back to his room.

Lyndon tossed Herbert onto the bed, gave him one last look at the drowsy Herbert, and then closed the door.

The next day, Herbert, still hungover, was dragged out of bed by Cecilia. He opened his eyes groggily, his head throbbing.

"Sis! What are you doing! I'm not awake yet!"

Herbert threw a tantrum as usual, but Cecilia sneered and didn't indulge him.

Cecilia grabbed Herbert by the ear and dragged him to the door of the chicken coop.

Herbert didn't even have time to put on his shoes; one foot was dangling in a slipper, while the other was bare.

The pungent stench from the chicken coop hit Herbert right in the head, instantly snapping him back to reality. Just then, Cecilia shoved the shovel into his hand.

Cecilia pointed into the chicken coop and ordered, "Your task this morning is to clean the entire coop spotless, leaving not a single stain!"

Herbert tried to argue back, but Cecilia covered his mouth.

"It's not over yet. After cleaning the chicken coop, you also need to clean the sanctuary thoroughly, making sure there isn't a single stain. Then, copy the Sanctuary Rules and the Law of the Leaden One Hundred Times! I'll check your work, and you're not allowed to eat or sleep until you've finished!"

"Consider this your punishment for yesterday!"

After saying that, Cecilia turned and left, not giving Herbert any chance to speak.

Inside the sanctuary, Lyndon was reading through the letters sent by the surrounding villagers.

The vast majority of them were expressing their gratitude, while a few came to ask for help, but it was all for trivial matters.

Lyndon looked through the photos one by one, then suddenly stopped.

He looked at the paper in his hand, lost in thought.

Just then, Cecilia returned to the sanctuary after reprimanding Herbert.

Upon seeing this, Lyndon quickly took the paper and went to Cecilia.

He handed the paper to Cecilia.

"A villager has a stinging bee nest growing in a tree in front of his house, and now he's too scared to even leave the house."

Cecilia took the paper and glanced at it: "The stinging wasps aren't hard to deal with, just avoid getting stung."

"Then I'll go?" Lyndon volunteered.

"Okay, sure." Cecilia turned and looked out the window towards the chicken coop. "I'll keep an eye on him. Be careful! Protect yourself and don't get stung. It doesn't matter if it's poisonous or not, but you'll be in for a big welt."

"Yes! I will!" Lyndon said confidently.

"Then go ahead, and come back soon." Cecilia finished her instructions and went to attend to her own business.

They were going to see Viscount William the day after tomorrow, so they had to wash all their clothes and mend any torn ones.

After finishing all this, Cecilia prepared lunch and waited for Lyndon to come back and start eating.

But instead of Lyndon, she waited and waited, and someone else came instead.

"What do you mean Philip had already cleared away the stinging wasp nest, but when he was taking off his clothes he didn't notice a stinging wasp on his back, and ended up getting stung in the face!"

Cecilia said, breaking down.