Although Einhorn Lumian was an out-of-school young man, he had received a strict education from Aurore and knew that this surname represented the royal family of the Fusac Empire in the north.
He had seen Eloise being restrained and well-behaved in front of Puyver Sauron, and he thought that her father's family was not outstanding, or had even declined, and he had to come to seek refuge with his cousin. Who knew that she actually had such a prominent surname?
You know, it has been more than a thousand years since the Feysac Empire was established in the late Fourth Age. The throne has always been owned by the Einhorn family, and it has been almost two hundred years since the Sauron family lost the throne of Intis. The two families
It is self-evident who is higher and who is lower.
Albus Medici looked at Eloise in slight surprise, and said in a slightly provocative tone:
"You are still an Einhorn, you can't tell."
Eloise looked straight ahead and resumed her calm and obedient posture.
She said without emotion:
"The Sauron family and the Einhorn family often have marriages. Even though the Sauron family has long since left the throne of Intis, this habit has been maintained. My mother just happened to marry an Einhorn.
Just members of the royal family.
The poet Elitte asked with great interest:
"So your surname is Einhorn, why did you come to Trier? When I met Count Puyver, you lived at Red Swan Castle."
"Six years ago, my father died in the war between the Feysac Empire and the Loen Kingdom. My mother took me back to Trier and lived in the home of my maternal grandfather, Grandfather Puyver."
Eloise sighed softly, "My grandfather passed away the year before last, and my mother also died of illness last year."
Is the frequency of deaths too high? Well, Aurore said that although the four powerful countries of the Northern Continent sometimes cooperated and sometimes confronted each other, the marriage between the royal family and the nobles has never been broken, so that cousins frequently appeared in the future.
According to Franka, the "Hunter" path was mainly in the hands of the Sauron family and the Einhorn family in the past. Can the marriage between hunters and hunters ensure that their descendants are more suitable for the "Hunter" path? Lumi
An held the carbide lamp and walked along the corridor towards the exit of the wax figure room.
The wax figures on both sides were reflected on their faces by the yellowish light of the carbide lamp, and they all showed a yellowish state like a living person.
The aisle became narrower as it went forward, and the wax figures were almost piled in the middle of the road.
When Lumian was walking, he could not help but bump into this and that. He felt that their bodies were cold and their limbs were stiff. They were indeed real wax figures.
Finally, the four of them reached the end of the room and opened the iron-black wooden door.
Before leaving, Lumian subconsciously turned back and took a look.
In the darkened room, the pained faces of the wax figures were looming in the reflected light.
Their eyes seemed to have turned to this side, quietly staring at the exit.
Lumian once again recalled the experience of being attacked by a wax figure in the river. He raised his naturally hanging wrist slightly and quietly gave a middle finger to the wax figure in this room.
"I really want to set fire to this place." At this time, Albus Medici sighed with regret.
Lumian was stunned for a moment and agreed in his heart:
good idea!
He suspected that if he could really set fire to these wax figures, the potion would be completely digested.
Eloise, Einhorn said in a calm tone beside her:
"There are an average of three fires per month at Red Swan Castle."
Do you want to tell us that we don’t have to be afraid if we burn it? Lumian cursed and entered the corridor behind the wax figure room.
This tunnel slopes downwards, leading to deeper underground.
Lumian wanted to pinch his lips and whistle with emotion, but in the end he resisted the urge.
The four of them went all the way down until the corridor was leveled again.
There are no lighting wall lamps here anymore, whether they are using gas or relying on candles, they are all sleeping in the darkness at this time.
Relying on the yellowish light of four carbide lamps, Lumian saw a room diagonally ahead with a wooden door ajar, and there was a faint smell of blood that was extremely stale.
He walked over and pushed open the wooden door.
Light streamed in, and the scene in the room was reflected in the eyes of Lumian, Albus and others.
This is a small bedroom. The bed is collapsed, the wood is rotten, the table is overturned, and a few sundries are scattered in the center of the room.
There were distinct and deep marks on the surrounding walls, as if someone had dug them out with their fingernails.
After digging until the end, the fingers even rotted and blood oozed out. The blood remained in those gaps, gradually oxidized and turned black, and lost its original pattern over time.
The same, but still surprisingly retains a light fishy smell.
At this time, a whistle sounded in Lumian's ears.
Albus Medici expressed his emotions in this way.
He squeezed past Lumian and entered the room, reaching out to touch the scratches that penetrated the wall.
"I can imagine how terrible the noise would be at that time." Eloise, who had a little baby fat on her face, seemed to be focusing on something wrong.
Lumian felt that someone in Red Swan Castle once went crazy and was imprisoned here, and the traces on the wall were left by him before his death.
After searching briefly and finding no results, they continued on their way.
They chose the right side of the three-way intersection and saw another room with a wooden door ajar.
The interior of this room was in tatters, with black bloodstains everywhere, and things that looked like rotten minced meat seemed to be inlaid on the walls.
Albus Medici looked at it for a while, then said "tsk tsk":
"There was a guy that exploded in here, exploded from the inside out, and there was blood and flesh everywhere.
Lumian nodded slightly, which was consistent with his judgment.
A manifestation of an "arsonist" losing control and dying?
The poet Elitte, who was holding a carbide lamp in one hand, took a puff of his cherry wood smoking gun with some difficulty and made his own evaluation:
I don’t know why something like this happens, but it sounds very poetic.”
Are explosions art? Lumian muttered, walked into the room, and started searching.
Under such an environment, his mood was a little more restless than usual, and his violent impulses were significantly enhanced.
Those stale blood stains and minced meat seem to exude an aura that can affect the mental state of others.
After the four of them walked forward for another ten meters, they once again saw a room on the side of the corridor with a wooden door ajar.
There was no faint smell of blood coming out of this room, but Lumian, who was approaching, felt as if his skin was being pressed against by sharp weapons, and his hairs stood up unconsciously.
Sharp!
This was a word that came naturally to his mind.
As the light of the carbide lamp shone in, Lumian, Ellos and others saw that all the furniture in the room had turned into small pieces. Whether it was the bed or the desk, they were all stacked together in the form of finger-sized cubes.
Semi-collapsed state.
"My swordsmanship is pretty good." Albus Medici laughed.
Lumian was not concerned about this problem, but that this place was not like the previous two rooms, with the remains of stale blood or rotten minced meat.
Where did the person who originally lived here go? Lumian looked at it carefully, turned around and left.
Soon, they saw a stone staircase going down. The bottom of the staircase was completely submerged in the dark environment, as if there was no end.
On both sides of the stairs, there is a room with a wooden door ajar. The darkness inside is so deep that it seems to swallow up all light and movement.
Lumian instinctively chose the left side, opened the door, and inserted the carbide lamp.
Under the direct yellowish light, he saw an intact bed, a table and chairs with no signs of damage.
Two straight swords with cold reflections hung on the wall in front. On the table were a pile of building blocks of different colors and shapes and a row of tin soldiers only as high as a candle.
These tin soldiers all wear blue coats inlaid with gold thread, and either hold branch-like spears or black rifles in their hands. They are toys that have been popular in Intis for a hundred or two hundred years and are very popular among children.
Lumian walked over, put away the carbide lamp, picked up an iron soldier, and skillfully twisted the clockwork behind it.
Amidst the creaking sound, the tin soldier began to move, swaying forward and raising the spear in his hand.
Lumian remembered that when he was a child, before his mother died of illness and his grandfather went bankrupt, he had such a set of tin soldiers.
"There are no signs of damage here. There are items from childhood to adulthood." Eloise said after walking around the room.
Albus Medici smiled and said:
"I don't know where the owner of the room is now. He is neither crazy enough to grab the wall nor self-destruct from the inside out."
While they were discussing, Lumian stretched out his right palm and tried to open the drawer of the solid wood table to see what was inside.
Suddenly, he heard an illusory and erratic voice:
"My grandfather went crazy and went deep into the underground palace and never came back...
Lumian tensed up, turned half of his body, and looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
Albus, Eloise and others followed suit and made similar movements, obviously hearing the sound.
"My father went crazy and went deep into the underground palace and never came back...
"My brother went crazy and went deep into the underground palace and never came back...
"I heard the call from deep in the underground palace...
Lumian, Albus, Eloise and Elitte all turned their attention to the wooden door on the opposite side of the corridor.
That's where the illusory voice comes from.
With a snap, Yi Laite, who was standing in the corridor, pushed open the wooden door behind him. The ignorant have no fear.
A yellowish light shone in instantly, reflecting two figures and a pile of items.
One of them is a flesh-white doll, which is located on a metal stand. It has no hair and simple facial features.
It is surrounded by various molds, hair, clay and paint in containers.
A man wearing a gray and black robe with bright red hair hanging naturally was holding a paintbrush and coloring the doll seriously.
Feeling the light shining in, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a rough face with thick beard and hair and black eyes.
He saw Lumian, Yilate and others, and asked slowly and in an erratic voice: