Farther and farther away from the banquet held by the man in black, Ciri slowly entered another area under the pull of Sophie, where the noise of the banquet became less and less, and the lively atmosphere gradually disappeared. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the place was still occupied by dim light, Ciri found in the darkness numerous white cloths, some hanging in the air, enclosing some spaces, some on top of the beds, and below them were protruding human figures.

On top of that, it smells like a morgue.

The draped white cloth swayed in all directions under the wind from an unknown direction, and there was no pattern to speak of, as if something was hiding behind it and lifting it off.

"Where is this, and who are you going to take me to?" Ciri found the horror film feel here, especially the flying white cloths that often came into her eyes.

It was a pile of living colloidal things, white cloth that covered their size, and the constant twitching and moving gestures and movements made her know that they were still alive in the world.

"Morgue?" was her most intuitive guess, and there was no sound coming from all around the darkness, not even the pile of unknown things that were moving, which was simply contrary to common sense!

"It's understandable. Sophie, who was walking in front, replied, "But I can tell you that this is actually a critical ward." ”

"Critically ill...... Sick!?" Ciri looked closely as she walked, and she found that some of the unknown monsters covered by the white cloth were still able to maintain their human bodies, but those bodies were doing the most painful movements, their twitching hands constantly reaching upward, trying to grasp something in the air, as if seeking salvation from the gods of faith, and the rest of their limbs were shaking slightly.

"What kind of serious illness is this?" Along the way, she had a bad feeling that what kind of thing had happened to these people that made them like this?

"It's a consequence of our exploration of the unknown. Sophie replied helplessly, although she didn't look back, but her subtle twitching made Ciri understand her inner feelings now.

Is she guilty, or is she afraid?

Obviously afraid of action, but Ciri can read a feeling of guilt in it.

"Did you participate in these people's experiments?" Ciri thought of the other party's experiments on herself from the guilt she perceived, whether this had anything to do with the other party's guilt, and what was the difference between herself and those monsters?

She didn't answer, and Ciri didn't ask, and there was a brief silence as she led the way, while Ciri, who walked behind her, observed the various twisted monsters hidden in the white cloth from the floating white cloth.

"When you arrived, you kept asking what it was, but you never asked me who I was going to take you to. Sophie suddenly stopped her steps, carefully observing the surroundings of Ciri who almost bumped into the other.

Ciri took a step forward to avoid the other party's obscuring her vision, and only now did she realize that the two of them had reached the end, the end was not dark, there were four huge candlesticks in front of the wall here, and on top of the candlesticks were numerous candles, the beating candlelight protected the end from being swallowed up by the darkness, and the flickering light made the boundary between light and darkness around her sway.

Here, Ciri saw a throne-like high-backed chair, made of wood, the smooth surface reflecting the light as the firelight danced, and the cut-outs became an abstract line pattern that allowed the pale hair of the person on the seat to peek through the gaps.

The person in the seat is not sitting well now, not because the other person is sitting in a bad manner, but because it makes Ciri look like he is sitting on a dead man, or a sick and dying person.

The body in a black leather coat sat crooked on a chair, the one hand stretched out from the shawl fell limply on the armrest, and the crooked head also wore an iron mask, a mask with a long, pointed nose, and two huge holes representing eyes on the top of the mask were inlaid with two bright curved glass pieces, and under the light it was impossible to see what kind of eyes were behind the glass.

"Come with me, he's the head of this place, and he's the master of this place. Sophie led Ciri to the "dying man".

The shift of his gaze allowed Ciri to clearly see the overall appearance of the person on the chair, the thin body was slightly undulating under the wrapping of a black coat, the books on his legs were crooked and seemed to fall to the ground in the next moment, and there were many drawing papers scattered on the side of his body, which seemed to have fallen from his body.

The books placed on the other party and the books on the ground aroused Ciri's curiosity, and she found that they were all depicting human anatomy drawings and body structure drawings of various animals, and near the pictures, Ciri also saw many words on its side, which seemed to be notes of explanation.

"Grandpa Bethune, I'm back. Sophie lowered the lantern to the ground, crouched down slightly, and took his pale, emaciated hand that lay above his knees.

"En......" The mask that seemed to be a sharp-beaked crow trembled slightly, and an imperceptible voice reached Ciri's ears, and she found that it was the hoarse and low voice of an old man.

"Are you...... Elizabeth?" The hand hanging to one side suddenly exerted force, and the green tendons bulged into the skin of the bones, and the thin hands generated a force that caused the air to vibrate.

Ciri immediately put her hand on the sword at her waist, and she was about to draw it to respond to his sudden attack, but she found that the hostility it showed was now gone, and her hanging hand slowly lifted and finally stroked Sophie's short fiery hair.

Despite being at a distance, Ciri could still smell the scent of the other person's hands, formalin, blood, and all kinds of unidentified smells mixed together, some irritating the nasal passages, some provoking the appetite, and all kinds of contradictory smells on his hands.

"It's Sophie...... slow voice shows the old man's twilight age in Ciri's eyes, and according to Ciri's judgment, he should be halfway into the grave.

"Who is she?" The man named Bethune turned his gaze to Ciri behind Sophie, and although she couldn't see through the glass, she panicked with the gaze that couldn't be seen directly.

This panic was only felt by the murderous berserkers from the Skelly Islands. He was definitely the one who came from the sea of corpses and bones.

"Her name is Ciri......"

"To be honest, I smell what remains on my body after the transformation. Bethune punctured the other party's lies in a reproachful tone, stroked his thin red hair, and pointed at Ciri, who was standing aside, "What's your name?"

"......" Kiri felt uneasy at the other man's thin fingers, and there were still scattered blood stains on the crooked nails on the fingers, which were a pair of hands that were stained with blood all the time.

"I'm called Ciri now, and I used to be called Balian. Ciri answered the other truthfully, staring directly at the two pieces of glass that the other could not see, and the fear in her heart continued to grow.

The thin hand slowly lowered, and she made a slight lifting motion, signaling Sophie, who was squatting in front of her, to stand up, and then her hands supporting the armrests of the chair slowly stood up, her slightly trembling body seemed to be using all her strength.

"I've spent most of my life working with a variety of organs, and I know how fast your heart beats when you're lying or hiding secrets. I suppose you have a name, right?" When he was fully up, he was finally able to keep his body from shaking, his back straight, his head held high, and he didn't see the appearance of the sickness he had just seen.

"No comment. ”

"It's okay, I won't force you to say it, I'll respect your privacy. Ciri's words seemed to bring an end to the conversation between the two, and he lost all interest in him with a polite reply, and his eyes returned to Sophie, who was beside Ciri.

"You've been missing for so many years, where have you been, what have you done?" said Bethune, who was like an old man at home.

Sophie was about to answer, but there was a heavy sound of steel hitting the ground at the exit, and the sound of the crash echoed through the empty silence, and Ciri turned her head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and she saw a warrior in heavy armor appear in front of her.

He was dressed in thick plate armor with a blood-red eagle depicted on it, and his head was left defenseless without a helmet, a bald head with oil and glow, thick eyes, thick black eyebrows, a flat nose, and a mouth covered by a beard, which made him look fierce and terrifying.

The bare-armored warrior didn't catch Ciri's attention, and what really drew her attention was the man who was being held by her princess, the feline demon hunter named Ned.

Now the Cat Sect Demon Hunter was hovering on the line of life and death, his chest was about to stop, his clothes were tattered, and his body was as tattered as his clothes, and the skin on his forehead was either blurred with blood or turned pale from excessive bleeding.

"Who is he?" asked Bethune.

"I don't know, I just know that he burned the Inquisition, and if it wasn't for me and my men passing by, he would have been killed by those scumbags. The bald soldier responded, "Now they've hit our door." ”