After chanting a short song of a specific rhythm, she rhythmically tapped the crystal bell with her fingernails, a fixed invisible magical energy field that enveloped the room, creating an invisible tight alert area.

ONLY WHEN SOMEONE ENTERS THIS ROOM, EVEN IF IT IS THROUGH OTHERWORLDLY CREATURES CONNECTED TO THE MAIN MATERIAL PLANE OR COEXISTING IN OVERLAPPING REALMS, SUCH AS SPIRIT CREATURES THAT CAN TRAVEL THROUGH THE ETHERNAL PLANE AND SHADOWS AND VOID NECROMANCERS IN THE SHADOW PLANE, THERE WILL BE PSYCHIC WARNINGS THAT WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TRANSMITTED TO THE HEARTS OF PEOPLE WEARING SPECIFIC MAGICAL ITEMS.

Then.

Madame stuffed the bell back into the deep cleavage of reverie, and easily pressed a protruding scale on the arrogant and leaping dragon mural, and there was no "rumbling" sound, only to see that the wall in front of her abruptly opened a secret passage, just enough for one person to stand and walk into.

As soon as the Duchess entered the secret door, the opening and closing mechanism automatically activated and closed, and the entrance to the secret passage was closed again silently, and the room immediately fell silent, as if no one existed at all.

In the secret room at the end of the tunnel.

An old man with black hair standing on his bones and a mantle with a disheveled head, holding an evil dark dagger like the vertebrae of an animal, was carving flesh back and forth at the chest of the false Grand Duke who was fighting the king in the palace today, causing the latter to let out a burst of suppressed screams of pain.

But this is not that the old man is imposing a sentence on the fake Archduke Edmund Dundees, but it seems that he is carefully carving a wound that is the same as his own chest.

"In order to fight Timoses, it is necessary to exclude the intervention of the king of AIDS and the conservatives in the court. Tomorrow morning, the palace will be self-defiled, it is really a good move to retreat into advance, there can be no half-point difference, just in case~ to create some of the same scars for you. True and false, false and true. When the time comes, even no one will suspect your identity. The old man with his disheveled head explained with a sharp blade in his hand.

"Master! Today, the palace almost showed a flaw, please punish the master~!but~ only if the mind is tacitly connected, can the sound of the piano be compatible. The fake Grand Duke gasped in pain, but still defended his mistake in front of the AIDS Mai King. "It's about the affection of the duke and the lady, the villain usually doesn't dare to practice with the lady without permission, the villain should die. ”

But from the words of his mouth, the information revealed was a little surprising, this thin old man was actually his master, and it sounded like this old man—it was actually the real husband of Archduke Edmund Dundees and Lady Shellis, who was in the prime of life.

"If something goes wrong, then it's really damned. You, me, and she all have to die. "Archduke Edmund Dundees, who has atrophied the muscles of his body due to the old injury, is just concentrating and using the battle qi in his body to stimulate the evil blade~ carving a wound on the other party's body, and he looks a little out of breath.

Archduke Edmund Dundees took a deep breath again, first calmed down his martial arts fighting spirit, and after a somewhat unsteady snort, continued: "The ability to play the harp and piano ensemble must be made up. The knife went deep into the ribcage, and you had to hold on. ”

"Hosts, just come. The shadow was naked and sweating, and it was already like sweating.

"Ahh......h

"This magic dagger of mine has an evil power that drains life force. After the wound is cut, within half an hour, your wound will rot and scab over, causing it to look like an old wound like mine, and it will not heal for years until the curse is removed. It's the same as being injured by the power of a divine soldier. The Duke's face grimaced, and as he spoke, he pressed the dagger again against the shadow's freshly cut wound.

"Uhhh......h

"If there's anything in your heart, just shout it. Even at this moment, the scheming Archduke Edmund Dundees is still testing his stand-in at all times, in case the other party has a different heart and sabotages his plan.

"A slave, separated from his mother at the age of 8, and lived in the port city of Kuawati. Hungry on the street, he met the old duke and was rescued. The villain will never forget the bowl of rice that the old duke rewarded the slave for the rest of his life. Even in times of severe pain, the shadow still has seven points of vigilance in his heart, and he does not dare to show his thinking and thoughts, and his answers are not leaky.

"But ~ more than 20 years into the Duke's Palace...... You must live like a year, right?" Archduke Edmund Dundees's suspicions were not dispelled, and he pressed the shadow wound with one hand while continuing to probe.

"Both the old duke and the duke have been very kind to me. The shadow replied with a pretended grate, knowing that if he showed the slightest dissatisfaction and betrayal, he would be killed.

"My father was violent by nature, and when you escaped seven times in the past, he himself whipped you seven times and beat you to death. It may be like a cage for you. "Archduke Edmund Dundees is naturally well aware of his father's character, and he also knows that for his stand-in 'shadow'~ The Duke's Mansion is actually a widow of Widorn, and it can even be said that he forced the shadow to be a stand-in that has not seen the light of day.

"Hold it for me. The Duke finished the process of aging the wound of the stand-in, and began to stand behind the shadow, seemingly casually staring at the back of the other's neck, carelessly wiping the dagger that annoyed the fluorescent oil green spell, his gaze like a yin owl beast waiting to tear the prey apart.

"After my father died. I'm getting harsher and harsher with you. You must have hated me all these years, huh?" Although Archduke Edmund Dundees felt that his mind and means could suppress the shadow, he still wiped his palm and continued to test with words~ whether the other party intended to get out of his control.

"The slave doesn't dare, the slave is willing to be crushed to pieces, and he also wants to repay the old duke and the duke for their kindness to me. The shadow pressed the ointment from the wound, and expressed his loyalty to Archduke Edmund Dundees with a look of sincere fear, knowing that as soon as he showed his inner dissatisfaction, he would surely become a corpse that awaited him—an abandoned and decomposed corpse whose identity was unrecognizable in a mass grave, or a broken bones and ashes, and even his soul was worn out by spells and completely disappeared into the world.

"It's Timoses who should be crushed and broken!! "Hearing the word 'crushed bones', Archduke Edmund Dundees suddenly remembered who fell to the ground~ Let yourself become so inhuman and ghostly, you can only hide in this dark room where you don't see the light of day.

He threw his dagger more than three inches into the ground, waving his arms and roaring in fury at the top. "Uhh......hh