Night fell again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Habs quietly got up from his bed, not waking up the sleeping little Cheetos.

To be honest, he has always wondered why his sister, the Countess, the mistress of the castle, loves Cheeto's son very much, but refuses to sleep with Cheeto, and even rarely plays with Cheeto.

Habs's doubts were answered by Dandrien, for the Countess was afraid, afraid that her dark aura would affect little Cheeto, that Cheedo would be completely invaded and consumed by darkness at such a young age.

"Sister, I'm going to save you from that damn dark cult, I swear." Habs made up his mind, gently opened the door, and crept out of the room.

Habs and Cheetos' room is located on the second floor of the underground castle, but is placed in a rather remote and dark place far from the other rooms.

But fortunately, Habs had already gotten used to it, just as he and Cheetos lived in the same isolated backyard when he was at White Peony Castle, and it made it easier for him to move at the moment.

In front of Habs was a hallway, and every few meters in the aisle was inlaid with a fist-sized fluorite, and the faint white light on the stone was not enough to make people see everything in the aisle, but it was enough for people to walk normally.

With the faint white light of the glowstones, Habs, who was hiding in a dark corner, clearly saw at least six guards standing guard in the aisle.

This is only on the surface, and it may not be necessary that there are other dark whistles in the dark.

Habs took a deep breath, took out a magic scroll that shone with a faint silver light from his bosom, and quickly crushed it.

An undetectable silver light flew out of the shattered scroll, enveloping Habs, and after only a moment, Habs's figure suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"This stealth scroll is only five minutes long, and you must find and connect with two of my subordinates within five minutes to see how they are doing, and find out where the Grand Prince is."

Habs crept forward, trying not to make any noise from his steps.

Two tall guards were in front of him, and although they had their backs to Habs, and although the stealth scroll had only been effective for less than twenty seconds, Habs instinctively felt a wave of hesitation and weakness.

What if this stealth scroll doesn't actually work?

If he was discovered, how would he explain it all to his sister?

The hesitation did not last long, and Habs took a step, creeping like a tanuki between the two guards.

The two burly guards didn't react, still standing motionless.

Habs breathed a sigh of relief, and in this short moment, his back was completely soaked in cold sweat.

He continued through the second line of defense, just as he passed in front of the Countess's large room.

There seemed to be a faint sound of laughter in the room, so late, could it be that the Countess hadn't fallen asleep yet? Who could have entered her boudoir so late at night?

Habs was suddenly distraught because he had thought of a possibility, but he instinctively did not want to believe it.

No, my sister must not be the kind of woman. Habs thought to himself.

You must know that several nearby lords can covet the Countess's beauty very much, but the Countess has righteously rejected them, and only wants to raise Cheeto to grow up.

That's right, this must be just my sister's fight with the maids before she goes to sleep, and she has always been a good master for her subordinates.

Habs convinced himself and continued walking towards him.

While making his way through the third pair of guards, Habs ran into trouble.

In front of the guards was the staircase leading to the first floor, where Habs, lacking light, stepped into the air and nearly rolled down the staircase.

Even so, his unbalanced body inevitably stumbled up the stairs, making a sound that was not loud, but enough to attract the attention of others in the silence of the night.

A dark shadow flew silently from the top of the hall towards where Habs was, and Habs was startled and immediately leaned his body against the wall.

The shadow grazed Habs's body and landed steadily in front of the two guards behind him.

"What's going on?" A hoarse voice rang out from the mouth of the dark shadow.

The two guards saluted the black shadow very respectfully, and then replied, "I don't know, my lord, it seems that a stone has fallen from it." ”

"Be careful." The shadow turned around and flew up like a big bird with a thud, disappearing into the darkness at the top of the hall.

"This guy really looks like a bat." Habs, who had escaped the catastrophe, muttered and walked down the stairs step by step.

With the faint glow of the many glowstones along the way, Habs walked quickly and silently towards a corner of the hall on the first floor.

He remembered very well that the place looked like it was supposed to be a toilet, but just as he was about to go there to take a look, he was politely but resolutely stopped by the sudden appearance of the guard, who informed him that the toilet was unusable because it had collapsed.

With Professor Dandrien's ability to read words and colors, Habs knew that the guard had lied to him.

It may not have been the place he was looking for, but it was the only one Habs had found that was problematic.

So Habs had no choice.

When a person has many choices, he will hesitate, he will be entangled, and he will unconsciously waste a lot of time.

But if he has no choice but to go all the way to the dark, then no matter how cowardly and timid people are, they will become resolute, and they will crash into the target like a moth to a fire.

Coincidentally, the place where the "toilet" was located was very close to the staircase, and Habs walked only a few steps to the place where he had been stopped during the day.

There was a dark passage in front of him, but with his memories of the day, Habs knew that it was only about four or five meters long, and that at the end of the passage was a black door.

Although there is no difference between day and night in this underground castle, during the day, there are many torches in the hall on the first floor to illuminate it.

So he leaned on the wall with one hand, silently reciting the steps under his feet, and without pause stepped into the darkness in front of him, as he had practiced dozens of times in the room before.

"One, two, three, four...

After the eighth step fell, Habs stopped and stretched out his hand ahead.

The next second passed, and his palm touched the cold door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Habs leaned his head over, put his ear to the gap by the door, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement inside.

A rather weak-sounding voice faintly reached his ears.

"Gavin, do you think we're going to die soon?"

：。 ：