In life, there are often many embarrassing things, such as a breeze on the street that suddenly increases the power under the girl's skirt for some reason, making the face of the boy who follows him swell.

It's an embarrassing thing that happens by chance.

Sean broke into Frankenstein's room, which was still a girl's, without the owner's consent. When you bump into someone, most people will think that this guy has done something bad in the room, at least, the behavior is worse than the thief.

And being hit by the owner of the house is inevitably embarrassing, not to mention, a naked man with only a small towel wrapped in a girl's room.

What this man did, only God knows.

It is difficult to reveal the truth of the matter, and it often makes the originally simple things more complicated.

In order for the woman not to misunderstand something, Sean put his legs together and looked at the woman.

Dressed in a white coat, his blonde hair was tied into two braids and hung on both sides of his brain, and some of them defied gravity and stood in a spiral in the air.

The person who opened the door was exactly the same as the woman in the painting in the living room on the first floor, but he looked much more mature, at least, it was still possible to develop the day after tomorrow.

"Can she see the tips of her toes?"

Sean muttered quietly, smiled awkwardly at the woman, and was about to say hello and explain, only to notice that Frankenstein's underwear was still being grabbed by himself.

Combined with the open wardrobe, Sean feels that his image has changed from an upright gentleman to the other extreme.

"Listen to me, it's not what you think."

The woman didn't care about Sean's explanation, or rather, what she needed was not why Sean was in Frankenstein's room.

Walked straight to Frankenstein's bedside and sat down.

The woman didn't care if her muddy shoes stained Frankenstein's room, and the black footprints made the spotless room much more unsightly.

As if noticing Sean's eyes, the woman snorted and stepped on the carpet that still smelled of sunlight, twisting her feet vigorously.

A little snorted angrily, as if to tell Sean that her shoes were clean.

The woman's attitude made Sean deny that this was a hostess who loved cleanliness, presumably the reason why Frankenstein worked diligently was because her hostess was so unsophisticated.

After the woman wiped her shoes, she stood in front of Sean, who was half-squatting on the carpet, and about an inch forward, Sean was able to have an intimate collision with her.

The peculiar smell of the woman's body entered Sean's room, and clamping the thighs became Sean's priority at this time, the woman spoke.

"Tell me, who are you, and why are you in Frankenstein's room?"

The woman asked sternly, her voice was a little hoarse, and her voice was not loud, but it made people unable to think of lying.

Strong and severe.

"I ......"

Sean lowered his head, the woman's skirt swept across his cheeks, and he didn't dare to look up, lest it cause a bigger misunderstanding.

The tip of his nose fluttered, he wasn't greedily breathing in the body odor from the woman, he smelled a smell of blood, the smell of fresh blood.

Looking up violently, Sean wanted to see if the smell of blood was a woman's injury or if she had blood on her body.

This is very important to help Sean judge the danger of this woman.

Aside from the corners of the skirt that blocked her vision, the woman's cold face was a little red.

"You smell it?"

Sean nodded, he could smell it, the smell of blood was very strong, even if he didn't have a dog nose.

"Oh, die."

Before Sean could understand the meaning of the woman's words, a black leather shoe became bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Bang.

This embarrassing situation left a huge shoe print on Sean's face.

Sean collapsed, and the carpet was torn to two ends due to contact with Sean's legs.

The woman is on that carpet, and Sean is on this.

The woman's eyes were cold, as if she was looking at whether a piece of material could be used by herself.

Sean covered his face, and the shoe print was generously printed on his front, he never thought that the woman in front of him was so decisive, nor did he expect the woman to kick him.

is a little wronged, and I also feel that I am a little self-inflicted.

Even so, anger is indispensable.

"Poof"

For some reason, the woman who maintained a poker face from the moment she entered the door to the moment she stepped out of the door laughed out loud at this time.

"Is it a woman's special talent that is unpredictable, or does this guy just like to look at people's ways?"

Sean's guess was wrong, perhaps, the woman had seen more things than Sean had imagined.

At least, little Sean is still talented, but in the eyes of women, he has become a laughing stock.

Revealing is not what an honest gentleman should do.

With anger accumulating in his heart, Sean still chose to clamp his legs tightly, adhering to the principle of a gentleman.

looked at the woman angrily, and the woman's playful smile made Sean feel even more annoyed and embarrassed.

"Lord Haile Caesar, you're back......"

A sullen dinner, perhaps the woman, Frankenstein's owner, Hale Caesar, put some makeup on his face in order to make up for not saying hello to Sean, or Hale Caesar

In order to show their hospitable side.

The first room on the second floor that goes up the stairs becomes Sean's bedroom.

No one was willing to talk much during the whole meal, Frankenstein seemed to be accustomed to silently accompanying Haile Kaiser to dine, and Haile Kaiser naturally enjoyed everything that Frankenstein had prepared for her.

Even if this hostess goes everywhere, it will become a mess.

The appearance of the meal may be elegant, and the cherry mouth keeps opening and closing at a certain frequency, as if to pinch the time, and the time for each meat to be sent to the mouth is fixed.

When chewing, it will never make an audible sound.

Is she a lady?

Of course not, if you ignore the debris that falls near the plate, the sauce on the steak makes the white cloth look like an impromptu oil painting.

Probably, Haile Caesar can be called a lady.

Sean was also reluctant to speak, breaking the silence of dinner.

It wasn't because he was caught in the daytime, or because he should be ridiculed for his proud advantage, that he didn't dare to talk in front of the parties.

An upright gentleman is to be able to withstand the alternative eyes of the world, withstand the blows that ordinary people can't bear, and still maintain his original intention and move forward towards his dream.

Sean would never let himself be shut up because he was looked at or ridiculed.

Instead, in Frankenstein's room, he saw the familiar name again.

This is the end of a tasteless dinner, and Hale Caesar warns Sean not to wander around at night, or something terrible will happen to him.

Frankenstein bowed to Sean, apologized for his hostess's words, and followed his hostess back to his room on the second floor.

Sean, who returned to the room, did not take Hale Caesar's attitude seriously, and in his heart, he was thinking more about the meaning of the words under the carpet in Frankenstein's room.

The color of blood red, it seems that someone deliberately wrote it with bright red paint, which reads:

Alice, where's that?

Alice, got a woman for Sean who didn't understand the task.

All Sean could see in her was a mystery.

Why would the girl blow herself up, why would she know her origins, a lonely library in the depths of the forest, not surprised by the talking rabbit, and a woman who has some friendships.

Sean couldn't figure out why Alice's name appeared in Frankenstein's room.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still sense the relationship with the Book of Rubick, I'm afraid that by this time, Sean would have been on the way back to Alice's hut.

Lying in a room that had been cleaned up by Frankenstein and had some room feel, Sean stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, not knowing what to do next.

From the note Alice left behind, he could only get "Little Red...... The word two, a book with the word "little red" in the title, also fits the meaning of what Alice said, asking Sean to find some books for her to come back.

"Little Red Little Red...... God knows what Little Red means. If you want to talk about Xiao Wang or Lao Wang, I still have some ideas that can be completed. Little Red? Since ancient times, red and blue have come out of cp, little red and little blue? No, no, no, how is it possible for the people here to know what Sippi means. Xiaohong and Ah Bing? Probably not ......"

As if to decipher himself, this is also the thing Sean hates to do.

It's like Calder's trial, headless and brainless, as if he is in a big drama that has been scripted.

No matter what you know, no matter what you change.

When the protagonist of the script does not appear, all he does is add entertainment to the drama.

The moon has risen to the highest place, but the moon is the same in different worlds.

As the saying goes, the night is dark and the wind is high, so it is suitable for doing things.

Friends who have a partner will probably be busy doing something harder than plowing the fields, and those who don't have a girlfriend can only take advantage of the moonlight to do things to fill the empty time.

The so-called siege of the city, the cows that are about to die of exhaustion often want to come out and let their waists rest, and the people outside fantasize about the appearance of the city, and they want to enter it even if they break their heads.

The iron sword was left in the room by Sean, and the dagger was placed in the leather boots.

Hale Caesar said not to go out at night to warn strange men not to disturb their lives, or maybe there was something unsightly that Shaun didn't want to see.

On tiptoe, Sean came out of the guest room smoothly, closed the door gently, and thoughtfully made the bed as if he was sleeping with his head covered, in case someone hit him out of the room.

After listening to Frankenstein and Hale Caesar's room for a while, he didn't hear the sound of breathing.

Perhaps, the girl did not suffer from rhinitis and breathed lightly.

The house, with the exception of Hale Caesar's room and basement, was almost all explored by Sean.

Having not intended to risk entering Hale Caesar's room, a gentleman would never allow his image to become the other extreme in the eyes of others.

After waiting at the door of the room for a while, convinced that the two of them were not in the habit of getting up late, Sean paced softly to the first floor.

Some classical houses, although poorly decorated, facilitate Sean's stealth.

Came to the door of the basement steadily, turned the lock, and it was still not locked.

Pushing open the door, Sean felt that this walkway was very similar to the dimly lit corridor he would walk through when he returned to the nine-story tower after completing a trial.

Perhaps, this is also popular.

With his hands on the walls of the corridor, Sean had to cautiously test one step at a time without lights

Forward.

Like a corridor-like staircase, the further down you go, the more bottomless Sean's heart becomes.

It stands to reason that there are only two women living in an ordinary house.

Even a basement doesn't make sense to be built so deep underground.

Sean didn't know the bottom of his heart, and with an adventurous attitude, he had to be patient and slowly touch forward in the dark.

The sound of water gradually appeared, a very slight sound, but it was invigorating.

This is no less than being in the vast desert, smelling the water vapor mixed with the wind.

At the very least, he seemed to be about to reach the bottom of the basement, and he would immediately know what Haile Caesar had hidden in the basement so deeply.

With his feet on the ground, Sean took a deep breath, not knowing how long it had taken him to finally reach the end of the loop corridor.

The hand touched, the wooden touch, and there were two cold iron rings hanging from the door.

"Hopefully, there's no one in there, and hopefully, I'll have time to get back to the room."

Silently adding a blessing to himself, Sean gently pushed open the wooden door.

The crunching sound adds some incongruous sounds to the silent night.

Complaining that Hale Caesar didn't know how to grease the door, Sean opened the gap that allowed him to pass through, and then went in sideways.

What greeted me was the smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of rot.

Covering his nose, the inside is slightly better than the hallway.

I don't know what material the stone is used, and there are many shiny stones hanging from the top, very much like the slime on the cliff wall that trapped Sean.

When there is no light, in a dark environment, the slime will emit a little starlight.

The same is true of these stones that hang overhead.

A thumb-sized stone, but it's a very high-quality lighting tool.

With the light from the stone, Sean no longer had to grope his way forward, and he could roughly see the scene behind the wooden gate.

A large stone platform stretched in front of him, with many words on it that labeled and written in a font that Sean was unfamiliar with, and blood-stained bandages were scattered all over the ground, and the blood on them had long since become dry and indistinguishable from the bandages.

Compared with the strange bottles and cans on the stone platform, what shocked Sean even more was the rows of iron fences behind the stones.

Behind countless iron fences, there was a faint sound of breathing, the smell of decay, the smell of uncleaned mixed together, mixed with the smell of disinfectant water, Sean could only say that the smell was too sour.

Near the iron fence, which houses different kinds of creatures.

Except for the animals that Sean saw in the painting in the living room, even the same humans as Sean are quite a few.

A sense of disobedience made Sean wonder if he shouldn't have enjoyed tonight's dinner, and that these emaciated humans were also like himself, a passing traveler.

There was no intention to save the same kind of people inside, and even if he did, Sean was not sure that they would be able to live.

The lack of arms and legs is a blessing, and most animals and humans do not have their original body parts hanging on them.

It is very common here for a human arm to be attached to a bear's leg, or for a parrot's head to be replaced with a human head.

Sean's first feeling is that the beast-eared girl is still the original, and he still doesn't have the idea of transforming the beast-eared girl the day after tomorrow.

Look at these guys who are locked in the basement, no, it should be said that they are in the dungeon, their bodies are grafted with animal bodies, and the cuteness has not increased, but more like monsters.

After a cursory look at the "masterpiece" in the dungeon, Sean returned to his room with mixed feelings.

It was already dawn, and the disguise he had made for the bed and the note he had caught in the crack of the door were still in place, and no one came to his room.

Sitting in a chair, last night's exploration probably understood that the kobold centipede must have something to do with the guys in the dungeon, and Frankenstein should know about the situation under the cliff.

Not long after Sean dealt with the dog-headed centipede, he threw down the rope and pulled Sean up.

Perhaps, the kobold centipede was put down by Frankenstein.

At this time, Sean was puzzled by two points.

First, why did he become an ordinary well after he came out, was because of the disguise of the spell or because there was a situation he didn't understand.

The second is that Alice's self-detonation as well as or talking bunny, Sean thinks that this world is a magical time. And the props in the dungeon and the monsters produced make it seem that Haile Caesar is a scientist.

Not to mention whether scientific theories can be combined with magic, at least in Hinterland, Shaun saw dwarves and goblins due to their high incompatibility with magic, which led to the birth of steam technology.

Even Hinterland, who admired magic, had never heard of the dwarves and goblins who were skilled in technology, and some of their people had become great magicians.

Physical maladaptation has cut off the path of magic, and those who are good at magic will not devote themselves to the goblin technology they despise.

Perhaps, Haile Caesar's research has opened up a new field of combining magic and technology, and Sean still has the appearance of those dying stitched creatures in his heart.

Knock, knock, knock......

"Mr. Sean, are you awake? Breakfast is ready. ”

Frankenstein's voice came from outside the door, and there was nothing special about it, it was unusual.

"Here, I'll change my clothes."

Sean stared at the door, but his hand touched the iron sword on the table.