There is no one to communicate with in the dungeon, and there is nothing to do.
Karl looked boredly at the window above his head. In this environment, it was only from here that he could see the light outside dimming, so as to kill the extra time.
I wonder if that Cyril will come to save me?
If you come, how will you take yourself out?
Carl was lying on the bed in the dungeon, thinking about the guy who named himself Cyril Lawn.
She named herself this way, and she must have decided to do so because she devoured Mrs. Lawn.
Under the current circumstances, if she didn't come, I wouldn't be able to stay here forever.
It's not a good thing to waste time like this, and in such a depressing and lonely environment, it's only a matter of time before your mental condition develops.
So Carl made a decision immediately.
Within a week, if there is still no change, he will escape from jail.
Only a fool would decide his fate by leaving it to someone he has never met!
But in fact, Carl does not need to wait here for a week.
Because after he was imprisoned here for one day, something different happened the next night.
It was very late at night, and Karl had already fallen asleep.
But after all, he was in this environment, so he was still on guard, so he slept very lightly.
"Karl, wake up."
Around midnight, a faint call woke him up from his dream.
After opening his eyes, Karl saw someone outside the window holding on to the iron railing and calling his name.
I heard this sound yesterday.
When I got up from the bed, I saw that it was Seriel outside the window.
This guy can move very fast.
According to the speed of the London post office, the letter I wrote yesterday has definitely not been sent to my home yet. The castle I am in is definitely far away from the city of London. How did this guy find it?
"How did you find me here?" Karl asked immediately.
In order to prevent his "inmates" from doing anything special.
Karl stood on the bed and lowered his voice before speaking.
"The contract between the two of us allows me to detect your location."
Cyril explained.
"So you have a way to get me out?"
"If I had my way, I wouldn't be talking to you here so late."
"Then what's the point of coming here?"
Karl said angrily.
He thought this guy was here because he could get him out, so wouldn't he have to escape by himself?
"I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear the loneliness alone and will commit suicide, so I came to chat with you to relieve your boredom!"
Cyril lay outside and said to Karl.
"I won't die even if you die!"
"No, no, no, you said it wrong." Seryl looked serious at Carl's counterattack.
"It should be that both of us will survive."
"Get out of the way so I can go down first."
Karl nodded and got off the bed.
Then he saw Cyril put her head on the railing.
The appearance after that was exactly the same as the T-1000 in "Terminator 2". The girl's body became like liquid metal, starting from the head, and squeezed in through the window with iron bars little by little!
After landing, it was as if the scene just now had never happened. A complete beautiful girl stood on the bed.
t-1000
Sure enough, he came in like this...
Facing this situation, Karl thought.
But he immediately discovered the problem.
"You are wearing my clothes, why do you feel a little small?"
"They can also transform?"
Cyril smiled slightly and replied.
"I have devoured the clothes you gave me, and the outfit I am wearing now is actually a mimicry of mine."
"ha?"
Karl looked at Ceryl in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You, a god, have no shame?"
"You just ran here from London with nothing on?"
Since the clothes on this guy are also simulated, it means that she is not wearing any clothes. Is this some kind of shameful play?
"Watson, you discovered a blind spot!"
Ceryl didn't care about the complaints, and instead joked with Karl.
"You also read Sherlock Holmes?"
"Some of the guys I devoured before were his fans and specially collected newspapers with news about this detective."
"That's right."
After Karl answered, he realized something was wrong.
"You said it was news about this detective, not a novel?"
If his mind is right, Sherlock Holmes should be a fictional character in the book!
What is this guy talking about?
"Although there are novels with this great detective as the protagonist, he mainly appears in newspaper news, right?"
Seryl's words made Karl feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He immediately recalled carefully that there really was a great detective named Sherlock Holmes in Britain in this world!
This is a huge difference from the era he remembers in the 21st century!
This means that he may not have gone back to the past, but came to a brand new world.
Seeing that Karl fell into silence on the spot, Seliel knew enough not to disturb him, but waited quietly on the side.
She didn't speak until she saw that Karl had clearly withdrawn from his thinking state.
"Any questions?"
"It's okay." Karl shook his head.
"The most important thing now is to get out of here."
"Take out your [Decapitating Blade] and slash it out! Can the guys here stop you?"
"When I was escorted in during the day yesterday, I saw that the guards of this castle were armed with guns. I don't have the ability to split bullets."
Hearing Karl's answer, Cyril also fell silent.
"Indeed, this is no longer the era of cold weapons in the past. Humanity has become completely different from the past in just a few hundred years."
Then Carl asked.
"Didn't you swallow a lot of people before? Isn't there anyone who can transform and replace me and save me?"
"Yes, there is..."
Saying this, Cyril put her hands behind her back, lowered her head as if shy, drew circles on the ground with her right foot, and spoke hesitantly.
"Any questions?"
"The parts of my body that were preserved were destroyed by that mad woman who used the word spirit. Now I have nothing but memory."
Seliel whispered.
"Otherwise I wouldn't have nothing to wear when I came out."
"Then this body of yours is..."
Hearing what Karl said, Cyril swept away her shy posture and raised her head confidently.
"That's what my real body looks like. You can see my holy body. This is a glorious experience that I can boast about for a lifetime!"
"You should keep your voice down."
When saying this, Ceryl did not lower her voice at all, and Karl quickly reminded her.
After hearing Karl's reminder, she suddenly realized, and immediately covered her mouth with both hands, and looked around, for fear that she would disturb something.
"And what's more."
After confirming that no one noticed, she continued.
"And what?"
"Now all my power is used to suppress the [Emerald Slate], and I have no fighting power at all. Even if I devour others, I have to make sure that guy doesn't resist."
"So what are you good for?"
Karl looked at her helplessly.
"At least I know a lot, so I can still be your teacher."
Ceryl stuck out her tongue and said with a cute yet embarrassing smile on her beautiful face.