To get to the Lord's House from the Grand Theatre of Ensacolin, you need to pass through the city's Palm Street, then reach the famous souk and then bend west on the line. This distance is actually not too long, according to the speed of riding horses, at most, it only takes more than ten or twenty minutes to reach the location of the City Lord's Mansion-

However, walking through a dark tunnel, except for the light of the torches, it was pitch black all around, there was no sight to be seen, nothing to be used as a reference, and the smell of corpses poured into his lungs with his breath, which was almost a terrible experience for Gross that he had never had.

But regret is useless at this time.

The minutes were passing, and the pocket watch in the pocket made a slight noise in the silence, but time seemed to freeze in the tunnel, and every tick on the dial seemed to become a very distant distance.

"Matthew, I feel like we're behaving like rats right now."

"Hmm."

Matthew had slowed down his breathing as much as he could, and to be honest, the current situation was not what he expected, facing the tunnel

The interior of the tunnel was a series of gray stone walls, gray to the touch, and some broken cobwebs were scattered in some corners, Kenneth stepped forward, but accidentally stepped into a puddle-

Built 300 years ago, this tunnel seems to have fallen into disrepair, and from the vicinity of the puddle, the nearby stone wall reveals cracks like veins of leaves, and the cracks are wide enough to accommodate even a finger, and the soft sound of running water lingers in the ears, breaking the silence in the darkness.

……

The storm raging in the study finally subsided. The boat swayed lightly on the sea, and the captain, who should have been exhausted, became extraordinarily energetic, put on his clothes again, and then got up and left the bed.

"Arnold?" The woman on the bed struggled to turn over, her hair was messy, and her pale face was heavy.

"What's the matter? My sister. ”

"My hunch is getting stronger. I sensed an inexplicable danger approaching us. ”

"Really? Maybe I should interpret this as a wonderful hallucination after a pleasant experience, sister, I'm not doing well in bed, right? Hahaha-"

"No—Arnold, it's not as you think."

"Count Lambert" fastened the last button on his shirt, and he put on a thick trench coat—

It was his second outfit for the day, and when he heard his sister Anna say this, he turned his head and looked back at the woman on the bed with a smile that was almost teasing, or rather narrow, and he fixed his eyes on the woman's eyes, at the pair of towering peaks, and continued to slide his gaze downward.

It's a pity that the soft velvet blanket of the bed blocks all the beautiful scenery.

"It suddenly occurred to me that the night was still a long one."

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Nearly an hour later, Gross, Matthew, and Kenneth appeared at a well in the garden of the City Lord's Mansion—

There was no water inside the well, and when several people noticed the light overhead, they quickly found some grooves in the wall of the well that they could climb. It appears that this well is not a real well, but a hidden entrance and exit that was identified at the time of its construction.

"Whew-"

Gross was the last to crawl out of the well, exhaling to make himself comfortable, and then, pulling his arms apart, stretching out. Next to the well was a row of neatly planted walnuts, and he saw Matthew and Kenneth standing in front of them, hunched over, looking in a certain direction in the garden—there was a bright light, and in the dim moonlight of the night, it was the study of the lord's mansion.

"Is the Earl still in the study?"

Kenneth asked—he looked at Matthew, who was stunned for a moment, and did not answer his question, as if he had seen something, and immediately raised his hand and gestured to silence.

The garden was lined with paths and trees that were lined with trees, and at this moment, Matthew suddenly spotted a figure walking slowly towards them.

A woman—a woman dressed as a servant, with a tray in her hand, who looked to have just arrived from the other side of the City Lord's Mansion.

It wasn't until the woman's back was far away that the three behind the walnut exchanged a look with each other.

"She's supposed to have left the back kitchen."

Matthew was very familiar with the city lord's mansion in Ensada, although he didn't know the maid just now, but when he saw the garden path that the maid passed, he already had some guesses.

"I think at this time, she should be preparing to send some small snacks to the Earl's study."

"Quite possibly."

There was no good view in the garden in the dark night, but as knights of the first order of awakening, the two of them still had quite good hearing, and they listened carefully to the soft footsteps, and quickly made an accurate judgment on the maid's whereabouts.

Of course, this judgment was not of much importance to Gross at this time—he had also seen the maid, but his thoughts were much more daring than those of the two knights, and Matthew and Kenneth were still talking in low voices, and he had already jumped out and followed the maid closely.

"Gross?"

Gross's figure had long since disappeared into a dim grove.

……

Footsteps rang out in the hallway.

It was just past nine o'clock in the evening, and at this time of the day, the maid whom Gross and the others had just seen would come and deliver some freshly baked hot snacks to the Earl's study—

Locke Lambert used to have no sweet tooth, but in recent days the Earl seems to have changed his mind, and has become quite interested in some honey-coated pastries.

"Lord Earl, Lady Anna—"

The maid didn't shy away from it, she knocked on the door, and walked straight into the room. She saw the velvet blanket that was still undulating and tumbling, covered her mouth and chuckled and put the snack on the low table beside her, and quietly withdrew.

She didn't notice a figure behind her.

When she exited the door and turned around, a strange young face had appeared in front of her—the tip of the young man's nose was almost touching her forehead, and she felt the warm heat spray from her nostrils onto her face, making her inexplicably flustered.

The heart is pounding.

This face looks very ordinary, but the brown eyes are terrifyingly bright, like a sword that penetrates people's hearts.

"Earl, Count—"

She subconsciously shouted, but the young man instantly reached out and covered her mouth. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~