Fikoora won the first prize and received the "benefits" of staying in the castle for the first night.
The whole castle was empty and had a strange atmosphere.
But Fikola not only didn't take it seriously, but looked overjoyed, feeling secretly happy about his "good luck". He even couldn't wait to find a bed in the room and was about to have a good rest.
Duke, the second among the three Camos brothers, and Hans, the third, both glanced at their eldest brother with a little envy.
William laughed sarcastically in his heart, this castle is so weird, and you dare to live here. If something happens, you don't even know how it happened!
However, William then thought that the three Camos brothers did not have a magic mirror and did not have a deep understanding of the strange phenomena in the castle.
They may have thought that the owner of the castle had temporarily left or gone into hiding, so they were not wary.
Fikora sat by the bed and began to urge his two younger brothers not to waste time and to quickly find the whereabouts of the three princesses.
Duke and Hans gave their elder brother a look, looked at each other, and then walked out of the castle.
William followed them and left the castle together.
Of course Fikora didn't have the courage to order William, but this castle was so weird that even the magic mirror couldn't detect the reality for a while. It was rare for someone to volunteer as a bait. William was very pleased with this, and just let the magic mirror secretly monitor the strange things here.
So, let's take a look around with Duke and Hans.
Duke and Hans are looking for the whereabouts of the princess, while William is interested in the possible existence of dragon monsters.
However, the aura of the dragon monsters disappeared, leaving William to try his luck to find their whereabouts.
But no matter what, it is better to have goals than no goals. At least you know what you want to do!
William left on his own initiative, which made Fikola even more happy.
Without saying a word, he threw off his two old leather boots, and a sour smell of athlete's foot suddenly filled the room.
This smell has been with Fikola for many years. He has long been accustomed to it. He lay directly on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Bang bang bang..." A violent knock on the door woke Fikola up.
His eyes were bleary, and his brain had not yet fully woken up. He looked at the slightly shaking wooden door and cursed, "Who? Who is it?"
No one responded to Fikola’s question!
Finally, Fikola still has some sense and knows that he is just a "guest"!
He sat up from the bed impatiently, put on his leather boots, walked to the door, grabbed the handle, and opened the door.
He originally thought that the person outside the door would lose control for a moment and fall down.
Fikola had already been prepared. As soon as he saw the opponent fall, he would immediately dodge to the side to give the opponent a good look.
but……
Fikola looked over and saw not a single ghost in front of him.
"No one? Knock on the door?" Fikola's hair suddenly stood up, and he had some bad guesses in his mind.
Then, a sound like thunder came from the ground.
"Hey, you stupid guy, what are you looking at?"
Fikora's heart trembled, and he looked for his voice. Only then did he realize that it was not a person, but a dwarf.
The dwarf spoke the common language of the Kingdom of Oedipus, but it was rather blunt, but Fikora could barely understand it!
This dwarf only reaches his calves. He is covered in earthy gray, his eyes are round and bulging, his exposed skin has a texture of stone, his face is covered with a messy beard, and there is a complex purple symbol on his forehead.
Exudes a unique atmosphere!
This breath is full of evil, violent lust, and a smell that makes people feel frightened.
If ordinary people had seen it, they would have collapsed on the ground and lost the ability to move.
But Fikora's expression remained normal, completely indifferent to this violent aura.
Having just been startled, Fikora was already fully awake. Looking at the dwarf at his feet, he showed a curious look, condescending and with a sense of superiority, and said, "Oh, I said who woke me up?"
Taking a nap, it turned out to be a dwarf!"
This is absolutely insulting.
"Dwarf?" The eyes of this dwarf who suddenly arrived were about to spit out fire, and the complex symbols on his forehead seemed to be activated, moving around, exuding a stronger depressive aura.
"Isn't it? You poor little thing!" Fikola actually became "sympathetic", "Look at your height, you must often not have enough to eat. Come on, I can give you some food. After you finish eating,
Just get out of here. This is my territory, Lord Fikola!"
Fikora is so "domineering" that he directly regards himself as the master of this place!
"Territory?" The dwarf looked at Fikora with anger and surprise.
I was angry because of Fikora's words of "dove occupying the magpie's nest", and I was surprised because of Fikora's normal expression.
Since they became their dependents, they have carried their aura with them, and ordinary creatures can't help but tremble if they get even slightly close to them.
Only some powerful creatures can ignore this aura.
Could it be that there is a powerful power hidden in this man? The dwarf thought suspiciously.
But looking left and right, the dwarf didn't see any extraordinary power in this man dressed as a hunter!
Perhaps among ordinary people, he is considered a powerful male, but in the extraordinary realm, with his low mental power, he cannot even be considered a baby.
The dwarf remained silent, and Fikora seemed a little impatient. He said rudely, "You dwarf, if you don't want to eat, then get out of here. You are not welcome in Fikora Castle!"
Fikora had even decided on a name for the castle at this time.
The dwarf was not angry after hearing this. His gray eyes rolled in his sockets and he said calmly, "Then, please give me a piece of bread."
"Waste of my time! Get out of here after eating!" Fikora glared at the dwarf with dissatisfaction, and then began to search for bread in the room.
Finally I found a long tube-shaped loaf of bread in a cupboard.
The bread was hard, so Fikola pulled out his sharpened hunting knife and cut off a thin layer of bread.
He put away the hunting knife and the bread sticks, took the piece of bread and handed it to the dwarf like a charity.
The dwarf was so arrogant that he did not pick up the bread.
Fikola was not a patient person either, so the bread just fell to the ground lightly.
"Ha! Take your bread and go!" Fikola issued the "expulsion order" again.
A glint of cunning flashed in the dwarf's eyes.
He said in a low manner, "Mighty warrior, wise master of the castle, for the sake of the Lord of Holy Light, please take care of a dwarf with inconvenient hands and feet! My waist is injured and I cannot bend down to pick up the bread!"
"Under the holy light, I see that you are a kind lord! Please help a poor man!"
The word "Lord" made Fik'ora's heart burst with joy. A wild smile broke out on his face, and he smiled from ear to ear. "Dwarf, your words make me happy! Then, the respected Lord Fik'ora will help you."
It's a small favor for you."
"But don't expect to get more benefits from Lord Fik'ora! Lord Fik'ora is a kind man, but not a fool!"
"Of course!" the dwarf nodded.
Fikola nodded and bent down to pick up the thin piece of bread.
A fierce light flashed in the dwarf's eyes, and the earth-yellow light flowed in his hand, forming a thick and short stick silently.
The dwarf's rough hands grabbed Fikora's hair.
"Ah!" Fikola was in pain and didn't bother to pick up the bread, so he yelled, "You damn dwarf, let me go, or you will die!"
What responded to him was the thick stick that hit him hard.
"Pa bang bang..."
The blows hit Fikeola's body one after another, instantly covering his body with scars.
Fikora wanted to resist, but the dwarf's short body contained powerful power, more powerful than an adult.
Fikora could not escape the control of the dwarves, so he had to be beaten all over by the dwarves.
The dwarf saw that Fik'ora was a paper tiger. Although it was not clear why Fik'ora could ignore the intimidation of his aura, this did not prevent the dwarf from beating Fik'ora harder and harder.
The only thing Fikora could do was to protect his vitals with both hands, and try to use his shoulders and other fleshy parts to resist the dwarf's attack.