NOVPUBAbout the method of leaving the castle, Xu Shuo had indeed not deceived him.
It was just that, that place, was also the palace built by the Night Witch originally to imprison the Green Knight.
And beneath the palace there was a tunnel.
After discovering that they simply couldn’t leave the castle by normal means, the Green Knight, imprisoned in the darkness for years, not only didn’t lose his sanity and compromise, but also started digging the tunnel with great effort.
But in fact, the Night Witch knew he was digging a tunnel.
She even calculated the time it would take for the knight to break through the tunnel scientifically, considering the props a knight could have, the hardness of the castle material, and the distribution of underground minerals and soil.
After concluding that it would take at least a few years, the Witch, out of some sort of vindictive mindset, did not stop him.
So you want to leave, huh?
Then dig on your own effort!
And this period of time, was the last time the Witch and the Knight spent together.
As the Knight sought ways to escape, to lower the Witch’s guard, their relationship even eased somewhat.
However, the Witch, who always knew what he was doing, would occasionally appear nearby with great malice to startle him while he was secretly digging the tunnel.
Several years later, the tunnel was finally dug through.
So, in the heart of the Witch, this story became—a moving love tale of letting go to give her lover freedom!
But in the heart of the Knight, perhaps it is—After all these years, finally escaped from the clutches of that devil!
You didn’t see how joyful the Knight was as he dashed out of the tunnel that day, running through the rainy night, while the love-struck Witch was still immersed in her own touching sentiment.
Even later, when the Knights Legion of the Holy Court broke into the castle and rebuilt the Prague Castle, the Night Witch did not block off the tunnel, but instead treasured it dearly as a beautiful memory with the Knight.
After all, during that time of tunnel digging, the Knight was really quite nice to her on the surface.
Xu Shuo: (?)
Is this the beautiful misunderstanding brought about by different perspectives?
In any case, if one wants to leave Prague Castle, that road is indeed viable.
Well, it’s just that the things inside the palace aren’t so wonderful.
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At this moment, the Traveling Poet froze in place, going slack-faced for three seconds, and then as if realizing something, looked again at the girl in front of him.
"Your sister, why would she bring up this name? I am visiting Prague Castle for the first time," the Traveling Poet ventured to ask.
"Um, actually, I’m not very sure either."
No matter what he asked, Xu Shuo’s answers were always the standard three elements of confusion.
He cocked his head and said, "I just seem to remember hearing about it from my sister a long time ago. Of course, it has been so long, maybe I remembered wrong, after all, I have never met you either."
Hearing this, the Traveling Poet opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but at that moment the girl picked up the hem of her skirt and walked down the stairs.
"It’s getting late; let’s hurry back," she said.
She walked briskly to the front courtyard of the manor, then turned back amid the blooming rose bushes with a bright smile, "Alex, I am counting on you to take me away from here later. I’ve never seen the outside world either!"
The Traveling Poet paused for a moment but saw that the girl had already quickly walked into the castle, her dark red figure shrouded in the golden glow filling the grand hall.
...
The music from the banquet had stopped, and the clock on the castle wall pointed to the carven cross.
The nobles who were invited did not leave the manor but stayed in the castle rooms for the night, thanks to Steward Armand Ray’s considerate arrangements.
However, unlike the nine travelers who stumbled into Prague Manor, the dozens of nobles were placed elsewhere in the castle, not in the same area, and were even quite a distance away.
This gave the players observing in the shadows some relief.
Veronica sat on the sofa, fuming, and when she saw Xu Shuo come in from outside, she immediately got up and ran over to him.
"Sister! Let me tell you, just now a lowly commoner…"
"..."
Veronica linked her arm with hers, and the two whispered as they headed upstairs without pausing, leaving the banquet hall behind.
The Traveling Poet stepped in from outside slightly behind them, standing at the doorway and looked up at the girl’s retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Suddenly, the Traveling Poet turned his head sharply to the other side and saw Steward Armand Ray, who was also watching the two girls’ backs.
Steward Armand Ray stayed behind to handle the post-banquet tasks, managing the hundreds of servants in the castle with an orderly precision, arranging for the noble guests to leave and keeping the vast manor and castle in meticulous order.
In fact, aside from the two Miss Green, the castle’s steward also brimmed with a real sense of vitality.
Even though his face often wore the false smile characteristic of dolls, and his posture and language were rigid and stiff, he seemed more real than the servants who merely followed orders.
At this moment, sensing his gaze, Steward Armand Ray turned his head to look over.
His expression was still as perfectly measured, and the smile unchanged, "Sir, the banquet has come to an end. Would you like me to escort you to your room?"
The Traveling Poet responded indifferently, "No need, I can find my own way back."
"Very well."
The steward respectfully nodded to him, not lingering, and continued to direct the servants in cleaning up the banquet area.
The Traveling Poet turned and headed upstairs, unlike other players, his room was situated on the third floor.
But as he was about to ascend, the Traveling Poet looked down again at the situation in the hall, and at Steward Armand Ray, whose figure was partially obscured by the balustrade, standing straight beneath him.
Was that a mere illusion?
He felt a fleeting but intense malice, but before the Traveling Poet could grasp it, the trace had already vanished.
However, he did not believe that his senses were wrong.
Seeing that Steward Armand Ray seemed to be about to look up, the Traveling Poet frowned and turned away.
The next moment, when Steward Armand Ray looked up, all he saw was the empty corridor.
His gaze flickered slightly, and the constant smile on his lips tightened a fraction.
...
After making a show of escorting Veronica back to her room, Xu Shuo returned to his own palace.
With the banquet over, the group of players would soon discover that two more people were missing from their original band of lost comrades.
The two male students from the archaeological group had also been snatched away by Xu Shuo when the opportunity arose.
In the palace, the rose sculptures on the walls seemed like living entities, their twisting vines stabbing into the prey’s bodies, greedily sucking at their flesh and blood and gradually staining the vines a vivid red.
In these two bodies, Xu Shuo likewise found no trace of the Abyss’s presence, nor of their souls. Discover stories at freewebnovel
Good, the scope of his search had narrowed once again.
Xu Shuo waved his hand, and the Blood Vine turned the two men into dolls before dragging them into the walls. The rose sculptures returned to silence, and the magnificent palace was restored to its original state.
He walked to the windowsill, gazing at the pristine white moon in the sky.
The night wind was bleak, and the distant, indistinct Dark Forest loomed like a claws-outstretched Evil Ghost. Outside the castle lay a chilling, deathly still darkness.
"Dong——"
Suddenly, a distant and ethereal bell chime rang out.
This bell, sounding from an unknown place, penetrated far and wide, rippling through the silent night.
At the same time, a hue of crimson gradually tinged the moon.
Xu Shuo suddenly let out a sneer, curling the corner of his lips, "I hope tonight, all of you can behave."
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