NOVPUBChapter 479: Chapter 419: What Makes It Real
“Why?”
At the moment his name was called, his consciousness was suddenly pulled, leaving him in a daze.
The Traveling Poet suppressed the foreign feeling rising in his heart, still staring intently at the girl before him, he asked the question directly.
Xu Shuo frowned slightly, “Alex…”
“You can’t really keep me in the dark about everything, if I’m kept out of the loop, I can’t safely get you out of here.”
The Traveling Poet interrupted the girl, his gaze burning into her as he spoke, “Cerys, I want to know what exactly happened inside Prague Castle, I want to know everything, even if it might be dangerous.”
He now seemed like a scumbag who meticulously seduced young girls, his expression becoming gentle, earnest and helpless as he watched the girl before him.
Facing such an onslaught, the girl lowered her head with a hint of grievance.
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After a long pause, seeing that the girl was still showing difficulty, the Traveling Poet pursed his lips and spoke softly, “Cerys, today there are only three of us left.”
The girl was slightly taken aback, looking up at him in confusion.
The Traveling Poet’s eyes regained their calm, “Of the nine people who entered the castle yesterday, six have now disappeared.
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“The injured male teacher, along with their three students, including the hunter and the man who went mountain climbing, all have vanished within the castle.
“Do you think we three can continue to stay here?”
Upon hearing this, Xu Shuo’s pupils suddenly contracted!
He suddenly realized what it was he had been feeling like he’d forgotten previously…
The one person he had uniquely forgotten.
But he should not have forgotten her.
The person who could manipulate Prague Castle and blur Cerys’ vision, apart from herself, is the only other one whom she had bestowed the same power upon.
Interesting…
Xu Shuo slowly lowered his head, his walnut-colored hair falling, and a shocking crimson flashed through his eyes shaded by shadow!
Despite his composure, the emotions he revealed were eerily excited and intense, as if a terrifying, ferocious Abyss was buried within the depths of his pitch-black pupils!
This script is truly—
“!Cerys?”
Xu Shuo’s shoulder was suddenly grasped by a pair of hands, and the Traveling Poet standing in front of him asked in a daze, “What’s wrong with you?”
However, as soon as he finished asking, the girl who had been bowing her head abruptly lifted it up.
The dark yet expressive eyes were now clouded with mist, and tears, refracted by sunlight, slid down, making her look pitifully charming.
The Traveling Poet: “?!?!?!”
He was so scared that he immediately let go of the girl’s shoulders, his amber eyes shaking in shock, and his stoic expression visibly turning to panic—it seemed he was truly frightened by the girl’s sudden crying!
That expression was even as if he had seen a nuclear bomb about to explode!
His reaction almost made it impossible for Xu Shuo to continue his act!
No need for such drama; really, no need!
One day, let’s have ten girls crying around you!
Seeing the Traveling Poet’s response, Xu Shuo who had almost started to smile, quickly turned away to bravely wipe his tears.
“I’m! I’m so sorry!”
At this moment, an apology came from the startled Traveling Poet behind him, “Is it, is it me who made things difficult for you?
Actually, if those things really can’t be mentioned…
“Alex.”
The Traveling Poet’s stammer was cut off halfway.
The girl with reddened eyes turned to look at him, speaking with a bit of nervousness, “Inside Prague Castle there is a sword, it can protect you, and it can also let you leave, but to use it you need something else.”
Hearing this, the highly strung Traveling Poet paused, then suddenly remembered the scene he had seen the night before!
That special sword…
He knew it should now be in the archaeologist’s hands!
When the archaeologist came out of that staircase last night, the camera he had previously placed around the corner recorded the scene—the archaeologist had come out holding the sword!
With this thought, the Traveling Poet’s gaze flickered.
When it came to serious matters, his lapse vanished swiftly, and he even instantly switched back into a seductive scoundrel mode, “Cerys, do you know what else is needed?”
Xu Shuo looked into his eyes, “A badge, a Knight’s Badge.”
When the knight left Prague Castle, although he left behind his own sword, he had taken the Knight’s Badge representing sainthood from the Holy Court—quite stingy in a sense.
At that moment, the Traveling Poet felt a stir in his heart, subconsciously touching the pocket at his side.
If it came to badges, all he had was the rusted metal chunk of an “Angel Holding Sword” on his person.
But could it really be that coincidental?
Looking at the girl before him who seemed sincerely earnest, the Traveling Poet’s thoughts suddenly grew hazy, and he started to become perplexed by the situation once more.
However, this time he didn’t have all night to gather his thoughts, because the girl said anxiously, “Alex, you must leave this place quickly!
I don’t know when the castle might turn against you as well, it’s not dark yet, hurry and leave!”
“But…”
The Traveling Poet opened his mouth as he looked at her, hesitating for a moment before his speech took a turn, “I don’t have any of these things, how can I leave?”
“I know where the sword is.”
Xu Shuo casually placed the violin in the rose bushes, then lifted her skirts and hurried out with rapid footsteps echoing in the empty castle.
The Traveling Poet followed silently behind her, his expression somewhat strange.
“Can you tell me what exactly has happened in this castle now?” he asked again.
“Alex, actually, sometimes it’s better not to know certain things, but since it has come to this, I can tell you,” said the girl leading the way, not even turning her head as she spoke softly, “I told you before that those who entered the castle never left because they were turned into dolls by my sister, then stayed to become our playmates.
“But those who became dolls no longer possess their own consciousness, how can they be considered human.
“Your companions from yesterday might have been killed unintentionally, my sister will not let go of anyone who entered, she has actually been watching all of us all the time.
“She can see clearly everything we do, everything we say, even when we are sleeping, because she is this castle, she and it are one.
“Alex, this castle is controlling us.”
“…”
“What about you?” the Traveling Poet suddenly spoke, “What exactly are you in all this?”
The girl walking ahead suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The Traveling Poet stopped his slow following steps as well.
The two of them stood several yards apart, with the golden sunlight streaming through the arches and landing on the corridor, casting several shadows on the ground, within which the girl stood.
After a long while.
Xu Shuo turned to look at him and chuckled lightly, “I am Cerys.”
The moment her words fell, the golden sunlight instantaneously turned blood red, and countless vines burst forth from the walls and columns!
In the astonished gaze of the Traveling Poet, those Blood Vines wrapped swiftly around the girl, and the next moment, they turned into ashes and dissipated, as if they had never appeared.
The change had happened in just an instant.
By the time he reacted, there was no longer any sign of the girl or the vines.
The surrounding walls remained silent and unchanged.
Only now, the brilliant sun hadn’t shone for half an hour before it was replaced by the dark night and a crimson moon.
The Traveling Poet stood in place, dumbfounded for a couple of seconds.
He felt he needed to think carefully about what had just happened.
“You’re here!”
But at that moment, there was a sudden noise behind him.
The Traveling Poet immediately turned around, only to see an archaeologist, carrying a heavy cross sword, panting as she ran towards him.
She exclaimed anxiously, “There’s no one in the castle, and just now it suddenly got dark which gave me a shock, with the situation being so strange, shouldn’t we cooperate?”
“Stop.”
The Traveling Poet spoke expressionlessly, a rhombus-shaped metal sliver appearing between his fingers.
The archaeologist froze in her tracks.
“How did you know I was here?”
“Use your head, there was such loud music just now over here!”
“…”
The Traveling Poet moved his fingers expressionlessly.
The metal sliver flew out swiftly and stealthily, slicing the archaeologist’s cheek before she could react, cutting through her already short hair even further.
The archaeologist: “…” Clutching the sword handle tightly, she remembered that this might be a mission clue and she shouldn’t trigger it.
So, she coldly wiped the blood trickling down her face.
“Do you see I am human?”
“…” The Traveling Poet’s gaze shifted slightly, but Cerys wasn’t human either, and she bled too.
Now he was confused, unsure whether to trust.
It seemed like a voice was echoing in his head, playing a weird melody, or perhaps a light tune, calling his name, yet it sounded not like his name.
The voice seemed to be urging him to leave quickly, yet was also luring him to stay.
Truthfully…
he was starting to struggle to distinguish illusion from reality.
And he still had no idea what she really wanted to do.
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