The shrill screams filled with fear reached the ears of every guest in the large living room, making their hearts tremble and making them feel uncontrollably afraid.
The painter Mullen was very sensitive to this. He looked pale and unhealthy and looked at Count Puyver and asked with concern:
"what's going on?"
At this time, Count Puyver was frowning slightly, looking slightly confused.
Hearing Maren's question, he came back to his senses and smiled easily and naturally:
"There may have been an accident. I asked my servant to ask about the specific situation. Don't worry, it won't affect us. What can happen?"
After speaking, Count Puyver motioned to the valet who was staying in the corner of the large living room to go to the place where the screams occurred.
Then he said to all the guests:
"Keep going."
While speaking, this member of the Sauron family turned his attention to Lumian.
Compared with the cancan dance, which is full of sexual implications, the twist dance is relatively abnormal as long as it is danced by a man and a woman, but it looks more funny.
"If you know how to dance a twist dance, find someone else to teach you."
Of course, that is not the reason why there is still some "Blood Emperor" aura secretly affecting Yilett's body.
"It's called 'Cafe'."
Puifer was completely concerned, putting away money and talking about his own aesthetics.
The coachman stood firm for two seconds and finally chose to disobey the order.
Compared with these horrible babbles I hear every time I get a gift, the beautiful performance of the symphony orchestra.
"Is it meaningful? I just thought of such a term." Mullen shook his head, threw away the paint-stained handkerchief and soft paper, and pulled up his pants. "The painting itself is meaningless."
That also means that it will definitely succeed. It is not safe yet, but at most it is worse than the participants in the King Cake game becoming more and more irritable and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other.
"Since this is the game you proposed, you have to break the rules. Does he look at you because he thinks you are short of the 80,000 ferkin?"
In the last second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if evaporating out of thin air.
From the living room to the dining room, you must pass through the small hall of the main building of the castle. From the corner of your eye, Yilett, who had recovered from abnormality, saw several maids and male servants busy near the corridor.
"The painting is not signed with the word 'Emperor', and the title is, well, Mullen, he has no idea?"
Turning red... Yi Laite's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked away.
Count Qi Huaqi has no doubts about this.
While observing the expression of the Sauron family member, Elitte tried his best to think of a way to make this crazy spirit leave:
After a while, the carriage arrived at this monastery, which was as ugly as an oil painting. Even in the dark night, the golden colors on the walls reflected the crimson moonlight, making it look dreamy.
"That doesn't make any sense?" Cornell, the editor-in-chief of "The Great Foreigner" asked curiously.
While we were discussing, Count Lumian's personal maid came back to the small living room and whispered a few words in the ear of the hostess.
I immediately nodded heavily, motioned the maid to return to her previous position, and pretended that it was no big deal.
"Which district is he going to?"
Eloise relaxed, left her seat, and twisted her body out of place.
Count Lumian's eyelids twitched and he smiled and said:
If this crazy spirit didn't react too little to my behavior of taking away the sacrifice, I would know how to stop it from continuing to hover over everyone's heads.
This crazy spirit became increasingly angry and violent.
Seeing that every participant showed instinctive obedience, Yi Laite breathed out quietly and said with a smile:
We are cleaning up a red water stain with a mop.
After all the participants had taken a turn, I straightened up and said in a posture of looking down at everyone:
The woods in the distance suddenly became whiter and darker, and the river flowing here seemed to be dyed red like blood.
"Draw a picture with your butt."
The participants in the king cake game still seemed frantic, but they were no longer so irritable and gentle.
That means I did something right!
Yi Laite believed that there was no connection between the scream just now and the crazy spirit swirling around.
From time to time, there would be screams in the castle, making people's hair stand on end and their backs heating up.
Almost at the same time, the crazy spirit that was circling and exuding negative influence seemed to be provoked and suddenly fixed under the head of Elitte.
Count Lumian then stood up, smiled and made a gesture of invitation:
Seeing that scene, the great novelist Anoli suddenly had an inspiration:
Another scream suddenly sounded.
By then, Ilett will not be able to "teleport" to escape, and I guess no one else, except Count Lumian, will be able to survive.
As long as the law can truly make a sound and dare to invade my body, this crazy spirit can only indirectly affect my mood and state.
A safe creature... Yi Laite narrowed his eyes, Rejing opened the door of the carriage and jumped in nervously.
"He will wait for you in the big town behind."
Just now it was female, now it's male.
For participants in the king cake game, if Qi Huaqi had tried it, we would have doubts about it, but if he did, it would not be a big hope.
Elitte felt anger, hatred and gnashing of teeth that wanted to tear his soul apart.
Qi Hua tried to escape, so he painted his buttocks and printed several lines on the drawing paper, barely completing a piece of work that looked like a child's graffiti.
It poured out all kinds of negative emotions, just like cursing the humble human being who dared to eat his own sacrifice.
The only thing I wasn't afraid of was a smile.
Suddenly, Thermipolos' majestic voice echoed in Elitte's ears:
Thinking of this, Ilater turned his attention to the sacrifice that was still on the dinner plate, then leaned forward and reached out his left hand to pick it up.
As agreed, I asked the poet Puivert to sit in my seven-wheeled, seven-seater carriage, and gave him only 3,000 ferkin on the pretext that I had no limit on the banknotes I could carry with me.
Count Lumian shook his head:
It also hovered above other people's heads, hovering just below Elitte's head, sometimes trying to land on it, sometimes trying to tear the target into pieces, but it stopped instinctively due to the aura of Alistair Tudor.
While watching me and the carriage leave, Elitte hurriedly took out the "torture" gloves from the briefcase he was carrying, and put the iron-white ones on his hands fiercely and casually.
When the carriage started moving, Yi Laite asked:
When dinner started and everyone left one after another, Qi Huaqi also found Count Lumian and took out the seven heavy gold bars with a smile.
"Keeping secrets means being able to tell anyone about today's game."
"Today's game begins here."
"I'll just send you to the Sacred Heart Monastery." Puyver said with a smile on his face, "Go and find a friend here. Sponsored poets will always find friends to have a drink with."
"Loss...hurt...safety..."
Before watching Puyver enter the monastery, Ilett ordered the coachman to return to Fountain Street in the Memorial Parish District.
pS: The Silent Book of Destiny cannot be reserved today~
The handsome but pale and tired painter Mullen heard about painting with his butt for the first time. He was stunned because he knew what to do.
"It must be that the servant who was cleaning up the situation was frightened by some of the more terrifying scenes."
"How about you frame it and send it to these art critics? Let's see what kind of evaluation we will give to such a work.
Elitte ate the piece of king cake as a sacrifice piece by piece, treating the tangible anger and curse of this crazy spirit as music playing in his ears.
On the one hand, we are guests and have the right to intervene in what happens in the castle. On the other hand, we are gradually immersed in the King Cake game, without any frenzy, irritability, or anxiety. We are not interested in other things.
It’s like I paid so much attention to it later.
Affected by the hidden crazy aura of the "Blood Emperor", Yi Laite could still listen to what the other party was saying even if he concentrated completely, and could only barely distinguish a few words:
Lumian endured a little madness permeating his body, looked at the painter Maren and said:
Guests such as literary critic Ernst Young accepted that explanation.
"First task:
Count Lumian's expression was gloomy, showing a slight sense of solemnity.
As the prankster king of Kordu Village, he has a lot of options in his arsenal, enough to give every game participant an "unforgettable" mission.
Maren avoided the crowd, wiped his butt, thought for a while and said:
"You go to the restaurant now."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor!" Eloise and Laurent, who were still immersed in the atmosphere of the game, responded in unison, with respectful expressions.
"No safe creature is following him, from Red Swan Castle to the end.
Did this strange and terrifying thing leave because it was unable to invade Qi Huaqi's body? It was still lingering in the air, but it was getting a little weaker, and even spreading warmth, bloodthirsty and irritability.
While everyone laughed, Yi Laite arranged tasks for the remaining participants.
That came from somewhere in Red Swan Castle, and the scream that followed belonged to the same person.
Sacred Heart Monastery... Yilett nodded heavily, lowered his voice, and gave instructions to the coachman.
From the moment he presented the gold bars, he had been observing every move and subtle expression of the "Emperor", trying to figure out why he ate the piece of king cake with the gold coins instead of himself.
I said to the coachman with the remaining majesty of the emperor:
During that process, Yi Laite was still distracted by arranging tasks for fellow players, and found that all the participants could see was the game.
The great novelist Anoli and others, influenced by the idea that they had accepted the task and could allow others to escape, were only excited and made a fuss, asking the servants around to bring paints and drawing papers, and they also took the initiative to "help"
"Qi Hua took off his belt.
Eilat exhaled quietly, turned to Eros beside him and said:
In my opinion, it would be fine if "Ciel" went to get this sacrifice!
But this was not Lumian's biggest concern. The bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area made him very worried.
Finally, Elitte finished chewing the sacrifice, and the crazy spirit hovering above my head suddenly stopped.
"That's polite." Yi Laite responded with a smile, and without any humility, he quickly and smoothly stuffed the gold bar back into his pocket.
"It's hostile and about to attack."
You can always wait until everyone has completed the designated tasks, right? Yes, there is still one step missing. When the next King Cake game starts, the King Cake dedicated to Vermonda Sauron was eaten by Count Qihuaqi.
…
Elitte brought the piece of king cake as a sacrifice to his mouth and took a small bite.
Beyond the clatter of horse hooves, patches of woods and fertile fields were left ahead.
Of course, before I eat the sacrifice, there will be changes that will bring new security. I can't predict it, but in the current situation, it is better to do worse than to do worse.