The traveling poet did not stay in the palace for long, because after bandaging his wounds, Xu Shuo expressed his intention to send him back.
"No matter what the reason is, it is safer to stay in your room at night, especially not to walk around the castle. If you want to go somewhere, I can take you there during the day." Xu Shuo said.
"Including your sister's room?" blurted the traveling poet.
"...Do you really want to go there?" Xu Shuo looked at him in disbelief, as if he were looking at "some kind of weird worm".
"Ahem, sorry..."
"If you are really interested, I can actually find a way to secretly take you to see it."
"Does it bother you?"
"Then why do you bring it up?"
"..."
The traveling poet suddenly felt that the girl at night was very good.
The two of them were talking and walking in the dark corridor. After turning a few aisles, they found the guest room assigned to the traveling poet.
They live not far apart.
Xu Shuo stood at the door and watched him walk into the room with a gentle smile.
The traveling poet paused suddenly, then turned to look at the girl and said, "Actually, the legend just now..."
"What?" Xu Shuo tilted his head.
"...I'll tell you a new one tomorrow."
After saying this, the traveling poet put his hand on the door handle and smiled slightly at the girl in front of him: "Good night, Qilis."
"Good night, Alex."
The heavy carved door is closed in front of you.
The sweet smile on Xu Shuo's face slowly faded, and he turned around and left here with a calm expression.
After walking around the corner, his figure disappeared directly into the castle wall, and then walked out from another part of the castle.
There are scattered pieces of armor lying in the aisle here.
Xu Shuo stepped forward and knelt down, picked up a severed piece and looked at it.
The fracture cut by the metal sheet was neat and sharp, and even vaguely entangled with some kind of sacred aura. His fingertips gently rubbed the fracture, and a burning sensation suddenly hit him.
But it was very weak and dissipated quickly.
It was just a bloody mark on the fingertip.
With strong physical recovery, high reflexes, powerful physical skills, and quick thinking, the seemingly naive traveling poet does not seem to be an easy character to deal with.
Xu Shuo looked thoughtful, then waved his hand to control the armor in this area and threw it towards the wall. The hard metal armor instantly merged with the castle.
At this time, he suddenly sensed the situation on the other side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly disappeared.
…
"Armand."
The girl's deep and dark voice suddenly sounded, like a nightingale in a dark night.
The aisle in front of the castle tower seems to have experienced a tragic war.
The ground is full of splattered blood, scratches from sharp weapons and broken stone bricks. The dazzling red blood is sprinkled on the city wall, like roses embellished with flowers, poignant and cruel.
Butler Armand Ray was holding a double-edged flywheel, but when the sharp blade was about to cut the enemy's throat, his movements suddenly froze.
The voice from behind pierced his heart, and he felt cold all over.
"Did I tell you to leave his life to me? Armand Ray."
"Clang!"
The flywheel in his hand trembled and fell to the ground. Butler Armand Le, who had been arrogant just now, immediately abandoned his dignity and grace and lowered his proud head.
He knelt down to the girl in front of him and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Master, I got carried away..."
Xu Shuo looked at him flatly and ignored him.
Before, he was only distracted by the actions of the traveling poet and archaeologist. Here in the tower, the butler started fighting with the climbers.
Later, he was distracted and rescued the traveling poet. As a result, the climber was almost beaten to death!
The man was lying on the ground like a piece of rag that had been torn by a wild beast. He seemed to be breathing more and less, and just now Armand Detonator actually wanted to add another blow!
Xu Shuo stepped forward past the frightened butler, and calmly took out a few slender silver needles to pierce the climbers.
Prague Castle will not save people, it will only eat the flesh and soul of living creatures.
But this person is still of some use now.
Black vines stretched out from the gaps in the castle, greedily sucking the blood spilled on the city wall, and then the color of the vines gradually turned into scarlet. Finally, the scarlet gathered in one place and bloomed the rose buds.
Countless gorgeous roses bloomed from the blood, decorating the aisle in front of the tower, just like the flower vines climbing up the tower.
Xu Shuo ignored the steward Armand Ray who was kneeling outside. The palace door of the high tower opened automatically in front of him, and he immediately carried the half-dead climber and walked in.
It was a dark night, and in the corridor under the scarlet moonlight, Butler Armand Ray was still kneeling there.
He lowered his head, his face in the shadows was dim and unclear, and his hands by his side gradually clenched into fists.
…
There is indeed nothing mysterious about the mysterious castle tower.
The decoration is just an ordinary palace decoration, except for a rose flower bed surrounded by thorns deep in the palace.
And in the flower bed, there was the body of a girl.
Wearing a dark red rococo dress, the girl's face was frozen in sadness, and her entire body, including her clothes, was lime gray.
Just like an ordinary sculpture.
The vines bound her among the thorns, and countless bloody roses surrounded the sculpture. Stars surrounded her like a moon, and at the heart of the sculpture, a gorgeous rose bloomed.
It is worth mentioning that the sculpture looks exactly like Qilisi.
What is worth mentioning again is Qilisi.
Because in the fight with the Holy See Knights, Qilisi's body has died, and what exists in the world now is the real night witch born from the spirit of evil and resentment.
It can be seen that Qilisi is not a witch who is obsessed with the body, because the first thing she did after her resurrection was to make her body into a magic source carrier to support the existence of the entire Prague Castle.
After all, a witch's body is the best nutrition.
When Xu Shuo walked into the tower, the rose flower growing on the heart of the sculpture waved a branch towards him as a greeting.
The identity of Prague Castle, a rose.
Xu Shuo threw the climber over, and countless vines flew over and entangled him.
However, the vines did not eat his flesh and blood, but roses bloomed all around the climber. The flowers exuded a refreshing fragrance, which made people dizzy and slowed down their thinking, as if they were falling out of consciousness.
The seeds of confusion have been sown. If the traveling poet fails...then change his goal!
Because the contracted soul touches the soul consciousness, it cannot achieve coercion. It can only be deceived by emotion and reason.
In Qilisi's past memories, she would simply and crudely confuse a person's mind, and then make the other person agree to sign a soul-selling contract in a daze.
The reason why Xu Shuo studied the traveling poet Xu Xu...