Fort Harlot, inside the main fort.

The surrounding walls are covered with precious calligraphy and paintings collected by the Harlot family for hundreds of years, and the upholstered walls made of precious silk protect these paintings without a trace of dirt. To the left and right of the ceiling are two long columns of light chains strung with crystals. Illuminated by the light, it is as if you are in a treasure trove of luxury.

Fan Jian and the two followed the old housekeeper, and after a long corridor, the three of them came to a side hall.

"Please sit here for a moment. The old butler led the two to a luxurious sofa.

Then the old butler called a servant and gave two orders. After saying sorry to the two of them, he left the side hall first.

"Look at it, they are all guys who have existed for a hundred years, why are their families so rich and you so poor?"

"If it were you, would you be able to do this?" Akasha rolled her eyes.

Fan Jian thought seriously for a moment and replied, "If I save 1 yuan a day, I am also a rich man now." ”

"Then you also need to save 1 yuan every day!"

"Uh.." Fan Jian was choked and speechless.

At this time, a servant came over, "You two have been waiting for a long time, the tea room in front of you has prepared afternoon tea and refreshments, please follow me to enjoy it." ”

Fan Jian opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to say anything.

"Afternoon tea!

"This—" The servant seemed to be asked, for they had never encountered it before, and no one usually ate all the things for afternoon tea. "It's supposed to be infinite, right?"

"Then what are you waiting for!Go quickly!" Akasha dragged Fan Jian forward in a hurry.

"It's two!" the servant shouted anxiously from behind, but Akasha couldn't hear what he was saying.

After a gallop, the two of them came to an empty hall, and there was not even a single figure around.

The light in this hall is not very good, only a few rays of sunlight can be shed. Was there a cold wind coming from the dark room? There seemed to be something carved into the wall, glowing in those rays of sunlight.

Fan Jian finally reacted and asked, "Do you know how to walk the road, you just run here?"

"Huh, doesn't that mean there's a teahouse ahead?"

"People are talking about going with him to enjoy it, not going forward!" Fan Jian said helplessly, covering his face.

"That's... So what now, will you go back?" Akasha looked at the empty room around her, and felt as if she had gone to the wrong place.

"Wait a minute, don't you think it's a bit of a problem to see that this place seems to be in disrepair?" Fan Jian said, dragging Akasha.

"Not at all, I just want to go back to my afternoon tea!" said Akasha, who wanted to sneak away but was discovered.

Fan Jian didn't explain anything to Akasha, but continued to say to himself: "There shouldn't be such a place in the ancient castle of the Harlot family that has never been cleaned, right?"

"Maybe someone in the family forgot, right?"

"No, given the Harlot's financial and human resources, it's impossible that this place won't be found unrepaired, and the only thing that can be explained is that this should be a forbidden place or a place that has been artificially forgotten. Don't you think it's tempting to explore?" Fan Jian's curiosity suddenly became uncontrollable, even though he knew that it was wrong to break in like this, but his body was very obedient and walked forward step by step.

"Hey, if there's anything here, it's not your turn to ask, is it?, if there's anything taboo! we're all done! at least wait until I'm done with afternoon tea?" Akasha still thought about her afternoon tea.

Fan Jian ignored her complaints, but looked around as he slowly walked forward.

The surrounding walls were glowing with fluorescence, and Fan Jian reached out to touch it, his fingers covered with dust. He blew lightly, and the dust on the wall dispersed.

"This is..."Fan Jian said in amazement as he looked at a huge mural in front of him.

"I think I've seen this thing somewhere. Akasha felt a little familiar with the image carved into the wall. But I can't remember where I've seen it.

"It looks like an angel?" Fan Jian said uncertainly, looking at the mural.

On the mural, a humanoid creature with wings led a group of people in bright armor behind him to rush towards the opposite side, and on the opposite side of the crowd were several humans in rags, and a group of unknown creatures were lying on the ground.

"Tsk, it always feels like this angel is evil again?" Fan Jian said as he touched his chin.

"You're right!" came an old voice.

The two of them responded to the call, only to see an old man with a white beard sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed in by Bataan.

The old man glanced at them and said to Bataan, "Ahem, it seems that your guests are not very idle, and they actually came here?"

Bataan was a little embarrassed, but he didn't answer the old man's words, but looked at Fan Jian and asked, "Why did you come here?" Didn't I tell the old butler to take you to the teahouse?"

Akasha was angry when she heard this: "If it weren't for him, I would already be enjoying a beautiful infinite afternoon tea by now!"

"Uh, how do I feel that this is what I should say..."Fan Jian complained weakly.

Bataan choked on the name Infinite Afternoon Tea, "What's the matter? Didn't the old butler take you there?"

Akasha wanted to say something, but Fan Jian covered her mouth. It can only make a whining sound.

"Ah no, he asked someone to take us there, but this little girl is not sensible and came here directly. But then again, why do you still have such a hall here? It looks like this painting is worth admiring, and it should be well maintained, right?" Fan Jian asked.

There was silence in the hall, and the old man shook his hand at Bataan, and then he slid his wheelchair to the edge of a wall, and pressed against a slightly raised stone brick on the wall.

The light inside the hall instantly became sufficient, and Fan Jian, who was a little uncomfortable by the strong light, quickly closed his eyes.

Under the illumination of the light, the whole view of the hall was finally reflected in front of everyone's eyes.

"No matter how many times I look here, I'm still full of emotion. You say, don't you? The old man let out a sigh of unknown meaning.

"Yes, Grandpa. Bataan said to old Harlot with a respectful face, his face full of respect and a hint of adoration.

"Here! This is the history of our Harlot family!" Old Harlot suddenly said with a serious face, and then instantly looked at Fan Jian and the two with sharp eyes and shouted: "You know these things that you shouldn't know, what do you think I should do with you?"