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This castle is located in the heart of Romania, once known as "Transylvania", on a steep terrain. Surrounded by jungle and with impassable mountains behind them, there is only one road in the mountains. By a window above the castle, a pair of dark eyes were looking down at them, taking in everything in full view.

The sky is getting dark, black clouds are pressing down on the mountains, the rain has not fallen, and the wind has arrived.

On the bumpy mountain road, a carriage came slowly and stopped in front of the stairs. The door opened, and a woman in a black dress stepped down, her skirt was matched by lace, a huge bow streamer at the back of her waist swayed in the wind, black high heels, black stockings, black veil, and a black umbrella in her hand, black bangs on the side, and a rose hair cord braided with lace tied in a long ponytail. Except for a few lace and a few bows, the whole body is black, like a black butterfly. And between the steps, the heels of the legs that were unintentionally exposed, I don't know if they were against the background of this somewhat heavy black, they looked extremely pale and bloodless.

Against the backdrop of the sky and environment, this castle looks particularly eerie, with lightning flashing and a few night bats fluttering by. Outside the castle, the woman in front of the carriage is more intriguing, with a dignified black color and a pale complexion, always reminiscent of some ancient mysterious but terrifying legends.

Approaching the steps, she removed her black umbrella and looked towards the high platform of the castle, as if she saw the person by the window, and the corners of her mouth under the veil were slightly raised.

The moment their eyes staggered, a touch of scarlet swept across the bottom of the black pupils.

From the foot of the hill, you will climb the steps and reach the castle gate within 100 meters. The road is steep, but it's better than before. Once upon a time, the castle had no gates, so you had to go to the south side of the castle and climb up the rope ladder thrown down the high wall.

In the center of the wooden gate, a huge iron cross is hooped, and the signs of rust are very serious. The woman stood still, waiting for the maid to open the door.

In a moment, with a rattle ringing, the door opened.

The space within the high walls was much larger than it looked, a central fountain pool was located in the center, scattered around by six smaller fountains, and on both sides of the road, semi-circular flower beds were filled with all kinds of roses, almost all varieties of roses, and the garden was in full bloom, and the gloomy sky could not hide it. Once each fountain is opened, the spray just falls onto the flower bed, and the small channel carved on the flower bed brings water to each flower, which is a unique design.

Until the year before, however, the castle was under the control of the state as a museum, until a man who claimed his inheritance arrived. Almost everyone was suspicious of the mysterious man, but the man seemed to come up with convincing evidence, and overnight, the castle called Brown was reborn.

The black women walked along the way, and the closer they got to the main fort, the less colors there were, and in their place were large black roses, but they were all buds that had not yet opened.

At the same time, the traces of wind and rain erosion over the years have gradually appeared. Broken, mottled.

The walls of the castle are clinging to countless thorns, and the roses are blooming like stars.

The woman came to the door, and when she put away her umbrella, the door was already open. A black-haired, white-bearded waiter bowed and signaled for her to enter.

"It's a long ride, Mylady." The waiter greets in proficient Chinese. Then he took the umbrella in her hand, and his movements were cautious and subtle. This age-indistinguishable waiter is the great steward of the castle.

"A hundred years have passed, and you haven't changed at all, Chad." The woman spoke, in a flirtatious tone. "Except for your Chinese level."

"Thanks to the Lord of the Night, Mylady. You're still in your prime. Chad responded.

"It's really just that in addition to the level of Chinese, for hundreds of years, the greetings between us are not the same, the years are not traceless, or you haven't changed these clouds at all, you can't change some words." The woman was a little helpless, "It's like we're going to be old." ”

"I'm sorry, but none of us can change that." Chad was in debt again. "Perhaps, we're all tired of change."

What a sad answer. Who's to say it isn't, though. "The woman's dark eyes are deep and profound.

"The host has prepared flower tea and is waiting on the balcony, it is your favorite black rose." Chad gestured for the direction of the balcony.

"Then let him wait, let me remember that person first—" Her tone gradually weakened, and she walked straight away.

“yes，Mylady。” Chad responded.

"Your honorific has changed its ways."

"Keeping up with the times." After speaking, Chad looked at the woman's back, his eyes deep, "Eternal night is coming, Mylady." ”

"Well, the eternal night is coming."