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"Ma'am, I think ......"

"Shut up," Madame Lev interrupted the maid without a hint of warmth, "turn it on. ”

"Won't this disturb the master's rest?" said the fat cat hesitantly, clutching the butter lamp in her hand, drawing a little warmth from the glass cover, for some reason she felt colder and colder.

"Don't be stupid," said her mistress unceremoniously, "you should know there's nothing in there." "Except for my jewels," she said, "you can imagine all the gems you can imagine, and you can't imagine them, and you can go out with them to buy a knight's outfit, and horses and servants, or a whole chest of velvet and silk, and I know that you love to embroider lace by hand, but you can't even afford to make a handkerchief, and your child, do you intend to make him as hungry as you do, and not even a piece of honey-cheese?" Open it, child, I won't be untrustworthy, open it, so you have everything. ”

"Why didn't you take it out and use it before?" asked the maid, their embarrassment lasting more than a day or two.

"Because I've always wanted to give it to the Thieves' Guild to avenge my children," said the lady, "but I've just gotten the news that he's dead and I don't need them anymore." ”

The fat cat didn't know whether to trust her mistress or not, and a sense of foreboding was always swirling in her mind, and she looked at the sarcophagus without any decoration, and always felt that she was going to lose something important when she opened it.

But if she hesitated any longer, then they would be close to dawn when they left, and the knights who lived in the fortress were slack in their duties, but they were never negligent in consolidating their strength, and they could encounter a knight in the inner court at any moment—the fat cat did not feel at all that she could stand up to a strong and combative man—the greed for jewels finally overpowered the vigilance given by instinct, and she leaned down and pressed her shoulders against one side of the lid of the coffin, pushing it to the other side— To her surprise, the lid was so smooth that it seemed to be opened so often, and it took little effort for her to reveal a gaping gap large enough for her to lie down.

The maid should have fled, but she could not move any more after glancing inside, and her mistress had been so reckless, and so reckless, had piled so many treasures on a piece of black velvet, and the tallow lamp she had placed on the lid of the coffin flickered, and the flame grew smaller and smaller, but the fat cat did not notice that who would pay attention to such a tiny oil lamp when the jewels shone like the sun. She could be said to have reached out frantically to grab those lovely little treasures, her fingers touched them, she felt the heavy touch of gold and the smooth surface of the gems, her upper body was almost buried in the sarcophagus, her hands desperately wrapped around her chest, she heard the sound of gold and gold, gems and gems clashing, ah, what a beautiful sound, more moving than the nightingale's singing, with this rich dowry, she could not only become a knight's daughter, but it was not impossible to be a princess。

And her mistress took several steps back as she pushed the lid of the coffin, until she could not illuminate it by the tallow lamp, and she watched indifferently as her maid was seduced by the phantom, completely losing her mind and control, and constantly inhaling the dangerous gas volatilized by the mandala flower potions, which in an instant could paralyze and slumber a majestic bull, whose legs soon could no longer support its body, and the maid knelt half-kneeling by the sarcophagus, her neck bent towards the coffin, still with a feverish smile on her face, her arms deep in a pile of shattered damp bones。

She raised her hand and held a blood chalcedony amulet tightly, the amulet shimmered like phosphorus fire at the temperature of the human body, and Madame Lev whispered a short incantation that she had never understood, and suddenly, from the depths of darkness, two translucent ghosts appeared, and they floated to Madame and bowed to her.

"Lift her up," said Madame, "be careful, she must be alive." ”

The broken bones clutched by the maid suddenly wriggled, and under the ghost's control, they solidified into two huge claws, each grasping one of the maid's shoulders and holding her firmly, like the night eagle grabbing a house mouse.

The maid's head hung limply, and the lady glanced at her as she passed by, and she was still alive.

In Madame's eyes, the bottom of the sarcophagus was not a hard stone, but a narrow staircase that led to an unknowable distance.

She went down with a trembling heart, and the ghost grabbed her handmaiden and followed closely behind.

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The following is the anti-theft chapter, which will be updated by 10 am tomorrow.

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"Ma'am, I think ......"

"Shut up," Madame Lev interrupted the maid without a hint of warmth, "turn it on. ”

"Won't this disturb the master's rest?" said the fat cat hesitantly, clutching the butter lamp in her hand, drawing a little warmth from the glass cover, for some reason she felt colder and colder.

"Don't be stupid," said her mistress unceremoniously, "you should know there's nothing in there." "Except for my jewels," she said, "you can imagine all the gems you can imagine, and you can't imagine them, and you can go out with them to buy a knight's outfit, and horses and servants, or a whole chest of velvet and silk, and I know that you love to embroider lace by hand, but you can't even afford to make a handkerchief, and your child, do you intend to make him as hungry as you do, and not even a piece of honey-cheese?" Open it, child, I won't be untrustworthy, open it, so you have everything. ”

"Why didn't you take it out and use it before?" asked the maid, their embarrassment lasting more than a day or two.

"Because I've always wanted to give it to the Thieves' Guild to avenge my children," said the lady, "but I've just gotten the news that he's dead and I don't need them anymore." ”

The fat cat didn't know whether to trust her mistress or not, and a sense of foreboding was always swirling in her mind, and she looked at the sarcophagus without any decoration, and always felt that she was going to lose something important when she opened it.

But if she hesitated any longer, then they would be close to dawn when they left, and the knights who lived in the fortress were slack in their duties, but they were never negligent in consolidating their strength, and they could encounter a knight in the inner court at any moment—the fat cat did not feel at all that she could stand up to a strong and combative man—the greed for jewels finally overpowered the vigilance given by instinct, and she leaned down and pressed her shoulders against one side of the lid of the coffin, pushing it to the other side— What frightened her was that the lid of the coffin was so smooth that it seemed to be opened so often that it barely took much effort for it to reveal a gaping gap large enough for her to lie down.

The maid should have fled, but she could not move any more after glancing inside, and her mistress had been so reckless, and so reckless, had piled so many treasures on a piece of black velvet, and the tallow lamp she had placed on the lid of the coffin flickered, and the flame grew smaller and smaller, but the fat cat did not notice that who would pay attention to such a tiny oil lamp when the jewels shone like the sun. She could be said to have reached out frantically to grab those lovely little treasures, her fingers touched them, she felt the heavy touch of gold and the smooth surface of the gems, her upper body was almost buried in the sarcophagus, her hands desperately wrapped around her chest, she heard the sound of gold and gold, gems and gems clashing, ah, what a beautiful sound, more moving than the nightingale's singing, with this rich dowry, she could not only become a knight's daughter, but it was not impossible to be a princess。

And her mistress took several steps back as she pushed the lid of the coffin, until she could not illuminate it by the tallow lamp, and she watched indifferently as her maid was seduced by the phantom, completely losing her mind and control, and constantly inhaling the dangerous gas volatilized by the mandala flower potions, which in an instant could paralyze and slumber a majestic bull, whose legs soon could no longer support its body, and the maid knelt half-kneeling by the sarcophagus, her neck bent towards the coffin, still with a feverish smile on her face, her arms deep in a pile of shattered damp bones。

She raised her hand and held a blood chalcedony amulet tightly, the amulet shimmered like phosphorus fire at the temperature of the human body, and Madame Lev whispered a short incantation that she had never understood, and suddenly, from the depths of darkness, two translucent ghosts appeared, and they floated to Madame and bowed to her.

"Lift her up," said Madame, "be careful, she must be alive." ”

The broken bones clutched by the maid suddenly wriggled, and under the ghost's control, they solidified into two huge claws, each grasping one of the maid's shoulders and holding her firmly, like the night eagle grabbing a house mouse.

The maid's head hung limply, and the lady glanced at her as she passed by, and she was still alive.

In Madame's eyes, the bottom of the sarcophagus was not a hard stone, but a narrow staircase that led to an unknowable distance.

She went down with a trembling heart, and the ghost grabbed her handmaiden and followed closely behind.

"Because I've always wanted to give it to the Thieves' Guild to avenge my children," said the lady, "but I've just gotten the news that he's dead and I don't need them anymore." ”

The fat cat didn't know whether to trust her mistress or not, and a sense of foreboding was always swirling in her mind, and she looked at the sarcophagus without any decoration, and always felt that she was going to lose something important when she opened it.

But if she hesitated any longer, then they would be close to dawn when they left, and the knights who lived in the fortress were slack in their duties, but they were never negligent in consolidating their strength, and they could encounter a knight in the inner court at any moment—the fat cat did not feel at all that she could stand up to a strong and combative man—the greed for jewels finally overpowered the vigilance given by instinct, and she leaned down and pressed her shoulders against one side of the lid of the coffin, pushing it to the other side— What frightened her was that the lid of the coffin was so smooth that it seemed to be opened so often that it barely took much effort for it to reveal a gaping gap large enough for her to lie down.

What frightened her was that the lid of the coffin was so smooth that it seemed to be opened so often that it barely took much effort for it to reveal a gaping gap large enough for her to lie down. (To be continued.) )