NOVPUBXu Shuo was merely distracted observing the Traveling Poet’s actions for a moment, but when he turned his attention back to the climber, he found they had already started fighting.
"Hm? Armand?"
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows in some surprise, as he had not given Armand Ray any orders.
The steward’s soul had been contracted by Cerys, allowing both parties to sense each other’s state, although Cerys’s consciousness took precedence.
After all, this was the most fundamental master-servant contract.
Now the two were fighting in the corridor in front of the Tall Tower.
In fact, there wasn’t anything particularly important inside the Tall Tower, just a magic power hub of the castle as well as a steward acting as a guardian.
Cerys had contracted the soul not only to have someone manage the vast castle but also to have a knight guarding the core, just as a giant dragon always lurks next to a treasure.
After a moment of thought, Xu Shuo reasoned that the climber’s goal must be the power core of the Tall Tower, but coincidentally, Steward Armand Ray was guarding there. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
And facing Steward Armand Ray, the climber was actually being pushed back step by step!
After watching the two exchange a few moves with interest, Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Armand, remember to leave his life for me."
After all, one should not put all their eggs in one basket.
Having received a response from the consciousness of Armand Ray, Xu Shuo shifted his gaze to the palace on the other side.
At that moment, guided by the lights, the archaeologist who had strenuously climbed several flights of stairs finally arrived at the top.
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In a corner here, there was an open door leading to a staircase into the unknown.
This staircase, however, was not illuminated.
The archaeologist stood at the doorway, somewhat stunned by the sight before her. Clearly, the choice she now faced was more serious than the situation she had just encountered!
Narrow, dark, unknown… This felt more oppressive than the spacious and brightly lit corridor!
People are always more wary of places where their movements are restricted.
The Traveling Poet hiding in the dark really hoped that she would enter and scout ahead for him, but just as he hesitated at the doorway earlier, the archaeologist’s hesitation was inevitable.
However, she evidently had more courage than he did.
The archaeologist, with trembling hands, flipped open the book she held in her arms, and after seemingly receiving some message, took a deep breath to embolden herself before stepping resolutely through the door!
The Traveling Poet slightly raised his eyebrows.
In the moment the archaeologist stepped through the doorway, a small metal disc appeared in his hand, which he tossed toward her back.
The metal disc, no larger than a centimeter in diameter, automatically skimmed close and silently affixed itself beneath the fold of her collar.
Entering the door, the chill that hit the archaeologist made her shiver, and immediately afterward, she felt as if there had been something behind her.
But when she looked back, the corridor turned the corner was spotlessly clean.
There was nothing there, although the cold, dark aura kept washing up from the bottom of the stairs, relentlessly dulling and clouding her thoughts.
This was not the aura of the Abyss, more like something else that was evil.
It was said that the mistress of Prague Castle indeed had a way of bewitching hearts, wielding blood and the night as the Evil Witch.
Moreover, she had no sisters.
As she walked down the staircase, the archaeologist recalled this to keep her thoughts clear and calm.
Legend in Prague had it that because the Witch fell in love at first sight with a knight who wandered into the castle, she didn’t kill him but instead imprisoned him.
She had him confined for over twenty years!
The Witch had never hidden her identity from her lover, hence the knight, a Saint of the Holy Court, rightfully refused to comply, until he finally managed to escape from Prague Castle.
And it was only after he emerged into the outside world and recounted his experiences that people discovered the Prague Castle hidden behind the Dark Forest and the thicket.
The "Witch Trials" initiated by the Holy Court lasted for three hundred years, a period when the witch-hunting craze was at its peak!
So it was no surprise that Prague Castle was razed to the ground.
However, the "records" clearly state that it was not the knight who revealed Prague Castle to the army of the Holy Court.
Perhaps it was because he had loved and fought the Witch in the castle for decades that he did indeed develop some feelings for her, but clearly, he yearned for the freedom of the outside world even more than for affection.
So he still escaped.
The archaeologists think this knight was a bit of a naïve sweetheart.
He did not go to the Holy Court’s army to hunt the Witch, but during the days of his escape, when questioned with concern by others, he did not hide his own experiences.
Isn’t this the very definition of a naïve sweetheart?!
The "records" also suggest that the knight’s ending was not a very good one.
Because no matter how much he professed his loyalty and faith to the Holy Court, the Holy Court, which was utterly intolerant of evil forces, would never trust him again. And when the knight returned to Prague, he was shocked to find Prague Castle had already been destroyed by the army of the Holy Court.
The knight eventually died in the Dark Forest.
Well, he really was a naïve sweetheart.
The archaeologist, by internally mocking the Green Knight, managed to keep her thoughts clear in the midst of the cold and sinister aura.
The staircase was very long, and she walked cautiously for half a day, still seeing no end to it.
She stopped in her tracks and tried to determine her current location by recalling how many turns she had taken and how many steps she had climbed just a moment ago.
And then she came to the realization—hadn’t she just come up the stairs in the same way?!
Was there something wrong with the design of this palace?
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Outside the staircase.
The Traveling Poet leaned against the wall, with a tablet unfolded in his hand, bringing out high technology in this medieval-style castle.
The tablet indicated that the vital signs of the target attached to the metal patch were all normal, and it even marked out the surroundings within three meters of the target with electromagnetic waves.
This seemed to be just an ordinary staircase.
The Traveling Poet frowned slightly.
But when Cerys brought him here, she had hinted that he should not approach this place at night, and it was also possible that the castle’s owner might be inside.
Whether the owner of the castle, Margaret, was in Prague Castle at the moment was still a mystery.
However, this seemed to be the only way to leave the castle and reach the outside world.
So should he take it or not?!
Although he had activated his Character Card, the memories he received as a character did not include any about Prague Castle; the Traveling Poet was truly just an ordinary traveling poet.
The character had traveled to many places, and upon hearing the legend of Prague Castle by chance, he thought of coming here for an adventure.
Then, after making his way through mountains and rivers, he finally succeeded in getting lost in the Dark Forest.
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The only somewhat useful piece of intel in his memory was that the character had found a strange object while lost in the Dark Forest.
Thinking of this, the Traveling Poet pulled out the rusty iron piece from his pocket.
It was a badge featuring a White Winged Angel holding a sword.
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