(a)

"Alright. ”

Nalan Hui stepped on the brake to the end, hung up neutral, pulled up the handbrake, turned his head and said to the two people in the back seat:

"It's time to stop. ”

It was 1:30 a.m., and after nearly four hours of running on a dark dirt road, the trio finally arrived at their destination, a deserted hill in the northern suburbs of Brasov, southeast of Transylvania. The swaying of the car when it stopped woke up Remilia, who had just fallen asleep.

"Where are we?"

After getting out of the car, Remilia rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned heavily, and then asked.

"'White Castle'. Nalan said, "You should have been to this place before. ”

"Like...... It's been here. Remilia muttered, "Not a good memory......

The three of them stood on top of a hill, surrounded by a dark and silent forest. The forest was so quiet as if it were dead, not even the slightest sound of insects could be heard, and the mere mere gaze at it was enough to send chills down one's spine. A rugged path leads through the trees and from the foot of the hill to the point without a single street lamp. When the car's high beams go out, the only source of light is the stars and moon overhead.

Beneath the icy silver glow, an ancient castle rises from the ground and towers into the sky. The old trees that were several stories high under its feet were like weeds compared to it, small and insignificant.

The castle has a steeple, tall wall, straight and thin walls, and carved flying arches, which are as sharp as if they were cut out of a knife, and are typical of Gothic architecture. Although it is a little old, its exterior walls are still pure white without a trace of variegation, and it has not faded through thousands of years of history. It shines in the moonlight, like a palace of vast coldness, and its whole body exudes an illusory and desolate beauty.

"It shouldn't be here......"

Yanhua of Fire looked up at the overly grandiose and abrupt building in front of him, and muttered:

"There's nothing in this place, why is it here?"

As she said, this is a place that human civilization has never reached, and there is not even a single light in the four places. Such a gorgeous castle, standing alone on this barren mountain and wilderness, slowly withering in loneliness, is a little too pitiful.

"Isn't that what attracts her?" said Nalan, "This castle is exquisite, and it is indeed exquisite. But if you put her in Vatican City, she's just another 'kind of good-looking' ancient building, and you probably won't even look at her. It is in this inaccessible forest, such a pure white castle suddenly appears, and you can feel its amazing beauty. ”

"It's like an epiphany. He added, "If it doesn't bloom alone in the night, wither alone, but bloom with other flowers, IMHO...... Is it a piece of?"

When these words came out, Remilia stabbed him in the back and scolded in a low voice:

"Vulgar!"

Nalan Yu didn't care, spread his hands, and said very indifferently:

"That's the truth!"

"I'll ask again," Ignoring the quarrel between the two, Yan Hua asked again, "What are we here for this time?"

"Find someone. Nalan replied briefly.

"Looking for someone?"

"That's right, it's in this castle. ”

When Yan Hua heard this, he looked up at the white castle again, and frowned.

"I always felt," she said, "that we shouldn't go in......

"Why?" Nalan smiled when he heard this, "Don't you want to visit such a beautiful castle?"

"No, it's not that kind of problem, I'm just ......" Yan Hua paused for a moment, then looked at Nalan Yu with a solemn expression, and said:

"I always have a bad feeling, like ...... There is something very dangerous like being locked in that castle. ”

"Hehe......" Nalan laughed, "I have to say ......"

"You're so sensitive!"

(b)

The moon had just climbed over the zenith, in the dead of night. The doors and windows of the spacious bedroom are closed so that the wind from the outside does not allow the wind to blow in or the air from the inside. Only a single candle, faintly burning, brought a limited light to the dimly lit room.

It was a girl's boudoir, with pale pink and crimson rouge adorning everything in the room. The air is filled with the scent of roses, and it is quite intoxicating.

There were three people in the room, a firstborn girl with two horns, who was drinking with a wine gourd, and a blonde boy in shorts with red eyes, who was holding a book and reading it with relish. The two of them sat on rattan chairs, separated only by a small round table, but they ignored each other, let alone talk, and did not even have the most basic eye contact.

On the small table between them lay a candlestick of pure gold, on which the candle was only half burned—they had waited so long.

As for the third person in the house...... She sat on the big bed, her legs buried in the quilt. The pink gauze hung down from the top, obscuring her figure. Through that layer of tulle, outsiders can only see a vague shadow, but not its true face.

However, her breath, the pressure she brings, is so real that even if she doesn't show up, everyone knows who the owner of this place is.

"Knock, knock. ”

Two rather elegant knocks broke the silence in the room, and a sentence came from the curtain:

"Please come in!"

The voice sounded like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, sweet and full of youth. On top of this, it contains an unimaginable "power", as if words alone can penetrate the human soul.

The door opened, and a tall, thin, long-haired man in a black robe entered. He did not set his eyes on the pair of young men and girls who were closer to the door, but walked directly past them, walked straight to the bed, and bowed respectfully through the gauze curtain, and said:

"My lord, according to your orders, the scum of the 'Black Fang' clan has been cleaned up. ”

"You're doing a great job, Sebirus. ”

The sound of praise floated out of the veil, but the man named Flamin de Sébirus remained in the posture of bowing his head and bending down, his face unchanged and motionless, like a statue.

"You're just going to kill them all?" said the drunken maiden, Ibuki Akaka, who was addicted to alcohol, put down her wine gourd, and said drunkenly with a red face:

"I thought you'd call them for a while. ”

"No, I won't. "I wanted that, but the smell of them was so bad. ”

"Aha!"

Suika grinned, her sharp canines reflecting the candlelight, making her stand out.

"Even if that kind of goods are used, there is no point, right?" said the blonde boy who sat next to Cuixiang, Jaeger Extrud, casually clasped the book in his hand on the table, and said:

"It's too weak, and when you slap it, it's basically gone. ”

"Hehe......"

There was a very contemptuous laugh from behind the curtain, and Jaeger frowned, but he couldn't get out of his temper after all.

He knew that this was not the place where he could do whatever he could.

"Piff's wrath, blood splattered five steps, my dear little Jager. Sometimes, the more of this kind of little person who has nothing, the more valuable it is to use. The man behind the curtain said.

"Is that why you're allowing 'that kind of thing' to be here?" Jaeger asked in reverse.

"Exactly...... You can come in, god devil!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the room slowly opened, and a girl with stubby horns on the top of her head and black hair with a little red and white hair walked in. She was dressed in shabby and rustic clothes, untidy, her hair was unclean, and her whole person looked sloppy and greasy. The guy has a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and his vulgar image looks out of place in this exquisite and elegant boudoir.

As soon as she entered the door, the eyes of Cuixiang, Jaeger, Sabirus, and the one behind the curtain were all focused on her. This obviously put a lot of pressure on her, and she cowered and looked to the side of the bed like a street rat, and bowed awkwardly.

"Hey, big ...... Hello big guy!" she hunched over her chest, habitually touched the back of her head, smiled fakely, and said:

"Contempt...... Contemptible people are ghosts and ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, good and evil, good and evil, please ask ......"

"This kind of low-level joke is exempt!"

In an instant, the cold wind blew out the candles on the table, and the extremely boring self-introduction of the ghost man came to an abrupt end. The freezing point meant that the adult was getting impatient.

"Good...... Good. ”

Good and evil swallowed, and cold sweat slid down her cheeks.

"Tell me," the voice behind the curtain asked, "what is your purpose, what do you want?" ”

"Yes, yes, sir. ”

Good and evil knew that this question could not be answered well, and she did not want to get out of this room alive. Everyone here can crush her with two fingers.

"Now that we're all here," thought good and evil, "then don't care, let's get to the end!

She took a deep breath and roared with an astonishing momentum that a youkai of her class should not have:

"I want to ...... I want to go down and turn the world around! I want to get it, I want to get it, I want to get it, I want to get ......it, I want to get it, I want it, I want

"It's power, right?"

The big man behind the curtain took a step ahead of her and reported the answer.