The castle's guards may have had their only chance to fight the invaders, as they were only allowed to stay in the castle to guard the nobles, regardless of whether they were rebelling or fighting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info So they faced Rose and Margarita, who rushed in alone, and it seemed that the whole battle had no suspense for them. In fact, Ross didn't want to get entangled with the guards, and his goal was not to threaten the nobles, not for the time being. But the Guards wouldn't allow the rebels to swagger around the nobles' territory, so they surrounded the two in an attempt to isolate them completely.

"You still don't know what you're protecting, look at them!" Rose shouted, his forte. "They hide in ornate rooms and let you fight the rebels regardless of the danger. In the end, they will get all the credit, and all you will get is a mutilated body!"

Although his words did not affect any of the guards, it was clear that such remarks were extremely detrimental to the rule of the nobles, so in the eyes of Viscount Lange, they never wanted to step out of the castle alive. Once things reach a point where there is no room for manoeuvre, the passive party will ignore all the rules and start doing the craziest things.

The bored expression on Margarita's face suddenly vanished, and the sword fell silently from between her stiff fingers. As the blade touched the ground, the illusory shadow of Osiris appeared behind Margarita, its deep, dark eyes staring at anyone who was hostile to it. At this time, the guards raised their weapons and attacked, and they seemed to be fearless.

Rose stood there confidently, as if the guards who were assaulting him would not pose any threat to him, and he even glanced at Margarita with satisfaction. The latter chuttered a few incantations, and the Immortal Marker flickered at the hilt of the longsword that was plunged into the ground. Then, the souls of the creatures who were devoured by the Immortal began to wander back and forth. They wrapped their curse around the guards and immobilized them.

Margarita's incantation came to an abrupt end, and the Hades mark on the hilt of the sword was fully revealed. An almost overwhelming black aura erupted from the hilt, body, and blade of the sword. It covered all the guards like a thick curtain, and yes, it seemed as easy as tidying up a messy quilt. The soldiers of the Guards were silent, and everything quickly returned to normal.

"The power of the Immortal King is indeed terrifying, but it is precisely because of its horror that we are still taking advantage of it to this day. Ross smiled with satisfaction.

"Where's the ring, Rose?" Margarita hadn't forgotten that she and Rose were just a partnership.

"Follow me. Rose coughed lightly, and walked towards the east side of the castle.

Maffeo scurried around the castle like a headless fly, hoping to find the place that Elias had told him might be where Rose and Margarita would visit. He now finally felt how bad it was to brag, and he was a little angry at the thought that some fellows might laugh at him for boasting that he wasn't a road idiot.

"Let me think about it, entering the gate and going straight is the main fort, and then the place they might visit is the east side of the castle, there is a forbidden place under the buildings in the east side, the exact situation is not clear......" Maffeo muttered to himself, repeating the information that Elias had told him earlier, and now he wondered why he hadn't investigated the information about the castle earlier, which caused his current operation to be very unsmooth.

After reaching another dead end, Maffeo couldn't help but stomp his foot. "Where's that damn road to the Eastside?" he asked, air. Of course, air could not answer his question, so he had to look for another path. In fact, it was quite dramatic that he finally found the road to the East End - after another dead end, he jumped straight over the wall in front of him, and then he found the gentle road to the East End in his field of vision.

Once you set foot on the road to the East End, it all takes a weird turn. He couldn't even hear any sounds, including those still fighting in the square not far outside the castle, as if something was deliberately suppressing the area. That made Maffeo feel a little uncomfortable, and a strong aura of curse spread around every corner.

After walking some distance, Maffeo could finally hear the sounds, only they resembled some kind of cursed whisper. "What the hell, what's going on?" he said, staring at the cursed aura that spread around him.

Apparently the forbidden place had to be found in order to get the answer, Elias said it was beneath the buildings in the Eastside, so Maffeo, who had already stepped into the Eastside, began to look for a passage that would lead to the underground. Actually, it's not far from Maffeo - a worthless manhole cover. Maffeo subconsciously covered his nostrils after kicking open the manhole cover, but to his surprise, there was no foul smell of garbage coming from under the manhole cover. So he slowly lowered his right hand covering his nostrils with an incredulous expression, and then jumped down cautiously.

Darkness accompanied him for a long time to come, and with almost zero visibility, he could not even judge the direction. He began to regret that he didn't carry the cat's eye potion with him, it was as dark as Seghart's palace. After feeling the cold wall and walking haphazardly forward, he finally saw the first glimmer of light—a faint fire. "Thank goodness ......"

Maffeo, cowering at the wall, moved slightly, and began to walk towards the place where the fire was at a snail's speed. He slowly drew his sword as he advanced, careful not to make a noise as the blade grazed the potion bottle around his waist. He listened to his own rapid breathing, and his hands were on the hilt of his sword. A black figure that had been hovering in place a dozen paces away was forming a human form at a speed visible to the naked eye, and before it could take shape, Maffeo suddenly jumped out like a spring.

Then the dark shadow began to take shape at an unbelievable speed, as if anticipating Maffeo to jump out. The latter's sharp sword slashed into the air, and the black shadow's agility was much faster than expected. "What the hell is this......" Maffeo looked at the black shadow that looked like a zombie in the Gran Forest, writhing strangely towards him.

"Cursed...... Curse ......" a faintly audible whisper emanated from the shadow's body.

"Fuck the curse, make it disappear for me!" Maffeo pounced on him and slashed hard, and the shadow was easily cut in half by him. Maffeo, who had expected a revolt, watched in amazement as the black shadow split in half gradually melted into the ground and then disappeared without a trace. "What the hell is here?" Maffeo had never seen such a strange place, perhaps only the alien space of the Gran Forest could compare to it.

He continued his original route in the direction of the firelight, a fork in the road, with a dead end on one side and a corner of about 45 degrees on the other. The faint flame stood on the torch stand in the middle of the fork, and it looked like it was going to go out soon, and Marffeo didn't want to waste time here, so he set out on the path with a 45-degree corner.

After turning the corner, two black shadows that were almost identical to the previous ones crashed into Maffeo head-on, which made him break out in a cold sweat and swing his sword indiscriminately, but it did not hit the black shadow. Still uttering a curse, they approached Maffeo, though they had no intention of attacking. "Gone, you monsters!" Maffeo's focused sword sent them back to the ground again.

If it was some kind of curse, Maffeo couldn't agree more. But the strange thing is that they just keep repeating the word curse, and while their strange actions can indeed be associated with the curse, their actions don't seem to make any sense. Maffeo didn't understand what it was, but he was sure that some kind of curse existed and had taken root here.

After walking about fifty meters, a relatively open area appeared in front of Maffeo's eyes. No, to be precise, he had a place in front of him, which resembled a temple. Torches on both sides are lined up in a neat row, illuminating the interior of the lobby. The black carpet leading to the altar was filled with black shadows such as hands and heads, but they seemed to be real. Skeletons and strange offerings that Maffeo had never seen before were scattered throughout the lobby, and at the end, two figures came into view of Maffeo, Rose and Margarita.