On one side are a multitude of terrifying enemies, and on the other side are seemingly harmless objects and apparently "living routes" for exits. But Cassius launched an almost frantic attack in the direction of the former.

"Ahh......h

In the midst of the roar of exhaustion, the magician, who should have calmly dealt with any adverse situation, became as insane as the berserker. Ice spears, ice needles, ice clouds, frost storms...... All kinds of ice magic, large and small, exploded at the same time in this small space, and the corridor was filled with tyrannical magic and uncontrollable cold.

This unusual fury lasted for several minutes, until Cassius exhausted his mana. Panting, Cassius was so tired that he almost fell to his stomach, but he still insisted on holding his body, because Cassius knew that if he sat down and rested before he was sure that the enemy was completely destroyed, he would never have a chance to wake up again.

As the cold fog that obscured his vision became thinner and the visibility clearer, Cassius's heart became more and more nervous and frightened. The magician had even been mentally prepared to deal with the crippled eccentrics that had burst out of the cold mist.

However, until the cold fog completely dissipated, no enemy pounced on him. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the hallway were undamaged by the constant high-intensity magical attacks, and although there was a layer of ice around them, there was no sign of damage. As for the crippled weirdos who lined up in columns and bombarded indiscriminately by him as targets, they also disappeared completely. There were no corpses left on the ground, and there was no movement of the strange people in the rooms or hallways.

"I just ...... What are you doing?" asked Cassius, looking into his hand, in his own words.

He couldn't be sure whether what he saw, heard, and did was real or illusory, lucid or dreaming.

What am I afraid of? What's the point of doing that?

The negative emotions of self-denial began to spread in Cassius's mental world and spread unconsciously.

Suddenly, Cassius remembered something important that he had overlooked.

That ragdoll!

Cassius turned abruptly. However, nothing was visible except the dilapidated wooden door, including the rag doll that was next to the door panel, as if it had never existed at all.

But no matter what, the rag doll that stood in the way didn't exist, which made Cassius breathe a deep sigh of relief. He used his magic wand to support his almost de-strained body, threw himself in front of the wooden door, opened it, fled outside in embarrassment, and then closed the wooden door with a "bang" from the outside.

The view of the lobby on the first floor has not changed, but due to the transition of mana consumption, the lighting from the "Endurance Grip" flickers on and off, making the surrounding environment look a little weird. Cassius sat next to a shabby couch at the front of the staircase, panting heavily on a soft, comfortable woolen carpet. Looking at the door of the corridor from which he had just escaped, Cassius felt a palpitation.

I'll never go in again--Cassius said to himself in his heart.

However, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping. As if hearing Cassius's voice, the wooden door leading to the servant's collective dormitory, the corridor on the right, was actually windless and automatic, and slowly opened from the inside amid the continuous grinding sound of "Yiya".

"No, no! No......"

Cassius was so frightened that he quickly stood up and moved backwards, forgetting that his left foot was being held in place by the ice, and fell backwards on all fours. Cassius, who had fallen to the ground, saw that through the crack in the wooden door on the left side of the staircase, there seemed to be a faint light. It's like a crew drifting in a storm at sea, seeing a blurred point of light from a lighthouse from afar, and will desperately move in that direction, and Cassius doesn't have time to consider whether it is safe or not, and crawls on the ground with his hands and feet, and before the wooden door in the right corridor is fully opened, Cassius has opened the wooden door on the left, scurried in, and then slammed the door shut from the inside.

Village intersection.

It was getting darkest in the long night.

Sophia wakes up and saves Alice's life from Amilia's knife, but nothing changes.

"Haha, hahaha...... What kind of dress are you?!!!!!" Emilia still laughed exaggeratedly, clutching her belly.

Now Sophia, in her looks very funny.

Sophia still had only a thin nightdress to cover her delicate curves, her blond hair was messy with a few leaves, and her appearance was completely untidy, the left side of her face was covered with dirty mud, which Emilia had thrown her on the ground, and only under the skirt of her knees, revealing a pair of slippery bare feet, which looked so shabby.

At first glance, she looked like a refugee woman who had fled in a hurry and had not even been able to bring her belongings, but in her hand, the refugee woman was holding a saber that did not match her outfit, and her eyes were firmly guarding Alice's fully armored side.

"Your target is me. Don't hurt anyone else here. Sophia shouted to Amelia, who was still smiling.

"Hmph, who do you think you are?" Emilia stopped laughing wildly, but showed a terrible look, "Although it is a bit surprising that you woke up, what can you do?" The curse of the 'ghost press' has not been unraveled, and it is already your limit to be able to manifest a knife. ”

"Even if you only have a knife, you won't lose to a guy like you!" Sophia kicked her foot backwards and lunged forward at her foe.

Emilia casually raised the kitchen knife, but Sophia suddenly accelerated and rushed over, and when the kitchen knife was only half the distance, Sophia's saber was already in front of her.

"Whew"!

The saber slashed at Emilia's chest, creating a black trail of blood and sending the old "little girl" flying.

"Sealed to such an extent, so fast?!" Emilia began to feel that Sophia in front of her was a little beyond comprehension after rolling twice on the ground.

As Emilia staggered to her feet, another figure had already moved quickly behind her.

"Die!" Alice kicked her back and kicked her in the back of the head.

Sophia's sobriety and heroic gesture of fighting gave Alice great encouragement.

Emilia raised her left hand to block Alice's kick, but was stabbed in the shoulder.

"Bastard!" Emilia was furious, and turned around and slashed at Sophia, but there was a gap and she was kicked in the spine by Alice from the other direction.

Once again, the petite Emilia was kicked out of the way.

Losing the shield of the enemy in the middle, Sophia and Alice see each other. They looked at each other and smiled, nodding at each other.

This has been the case since childhood, as long as they are together, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

"Oh my God!"

Cassius couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart. It seems that the owner of the house is a guy with a collector's habit. Inside is a spacious collection room. Unlike the maids' dormitory opposite, the interior is lavishly decorated, with the floor no longer covered with wool carpets in the lobby outside, but priceless silk carpets. On the walls of the hall were a dozen or so gold-encrusted lampholders, covered with precious glass lampshades, and the light sources inside were not ordinary candles, but each lampholder was inlaid with a night pearl, shining in the darkness, even without the magic light emitted by a magic wand, Cassius could see clearly.

Although some corners have been occupied by cobwebs due to the long period of neglect, they have not faded at all, and there is no musty smell in the air, which shows that the ventilation is well handled.

The collection is in good order all around. Weapons, paintings, armor, sculptures, specimens of beasts, ancient scrolls, gold and silver jewelry, dresses and evening wear...... Organized and organized. There is a wide variety of things, but it does not make this collection room seem small and restrictive.

Of all the collections, Cassius was most concerned about a red cushion at the end of the collection room, on top of a five-step staircase. What important collection is there that needs to be treated with such care? Cassius couldn't see clearly. But he seemed to faintly hear a call, and he ignored the priceless collectibles around him and walked up the steps step by step.

Walking up the stairs to the cushions, he finally saw what the most important collection was.

It turned out to be a rag doll!

Unlike the dirty and tattered thing seen in the maid's quarters, although the two rag dolls were of the same style, the rag doll in front of him was as clean and spotless, wearing a purple dress made of cotton, a noble women's hat on the side of her head, and her millet hair was tied into two twisted braids, which were draped casually on both sides.

Then, Cassius made a move that even he couldn't understand. He actually put his only "endurance grip" that he could rely on next to the cushion, and then reached out to pick up the rag doll and put it in front of him to watch it repeatedly.

Just as Cassius was concentrating, there was a sudden loud "bang" behind him, which startled him. Cassius hurriedly turned around, only to see a shelf with small collectibles toppling down, its contents rolling all over the floor. Just as Cassius was stunned, he seemed to suddenly hear a terrible baby cry coming from his left hand. Cassius immediately turned his head to see the rag doll in his left hand - no! it was not a rag doll at all, but a bloody, disemboweled, intestinal turned out, black and swollen baby, and even more hairy, the baby was still crying.

"Ahh

Cassius was so frightened that his left hand loosened, and the baby fell, and he himself accidentally stepped into the air, rolling down the five steps, and fell like a dog. Luckily, there was a soft silk carpet on the floor, otherwise he would have been hit on the head again and bled again.

When Cassius got up from the ground, the baby's cry was gone, and the terrible baby was no longer to be found, leaving only a rag doll on the ground next to the steps. However, the rag doll has reverted back to the dirty, shabby appearance it had seen in the maid's quarters. Two strange eyes seemed to be staring at Cassius with real hooks.

And that's not the biggest headache for Cassius. When he fell down the steps, the magic wand also fell to the ground, and after the "Grip of Endurance" landed, it rolled impartially in a certain arc towards a small black groove behind the steps.

"No!" Cassius rushed up to retrieve the magic wand, but the ragdoll stopped in the way, and Cassius was so frightened that he didn't dare to take half a step further. watched as the "Grip of Endurance" rolled down into the black ditch.

Then came the sound of "ping pong", and the collectibles in the collection room, armor, weapons, and sculptures, fell down one by one without anyone touching them.

Cassius didn't know where he got the strength from, and he dragged his lame leg and stumbled out of the collection room.

He gasped next to the couch. It took a turn and went back to square one, however, this time Cassius lost his magic wand.

Suddenly, I could hear a "coax", and the fireplace in the lobby burned on its own without warning, and the sudden flames did not bring any warmth, only a cold orange light.

Not only the lobby on the first floor, but the entire mansion turned out to be brightly lit in an instant.

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

"Uh, uh, uh......"

Alice and Sophia attacked as best they could, but it was nothing more than in vain. Emilia was knocked down again and again, and again and again she got up, and the wounds on her body did not heal immediately, but they could not inflict fatal damage on her.

"What else do you think you can do?" Emilia sneered as she moved her arm that was displaced, "Stigmata who can't use the power of Stigmata is a piece of garbage to me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Emilia appeared in front of Sophia.

Surprised by the sudden change in the speed of the opponent, Sophia hurriedly raised the knife to block the chopped kitchen knife, although it was barely blocked, but the powerful impact beyond the expectation made Sophia fly sideways.

"Princess!"

Alice rushed to the rescue, but was kicked in the head by Amilia, spun around in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

At this moment, the old house on the hill suddenly became brightly lit.

"Haha! See?" Emilia raised her kitchen knife and pointed in the direction of the old mansion, "The life and soul of that little fat man will soon be devoured. You'll never have a chance to turn the tables again, never!"

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