Quentin fell straight from the spatial barrier back to his big bed in the Blood Palace. Fortunately, there were three layers of goose down blankets on the bed and two eiderdown quilts, otherwise he would have had to break him into several petals at the height of his fall close to the roof.

But now Quentin didn't have time to care about what happened to himself and his bedroom, and he only cared about the "key" in his hand, so he immediately stood up on the bed, turned and leaned on the wall, and grasped the bohemian wall lamp at the head of the bed with both hands, and turned its transparent lampshade around a few times. Immediately he jumped off the big bed again, but he almost broke his foot, and jumped to reach the bedside table, opened the sheet cover that had been collected from the lower level, thought about it, put back the dark purple gold thread embroidery, and replaced it with a brown-gray one to cover the bed entirely.

I really can't believe that Quentin, a man with thick arms and short legs, can do all this in just half a minute. When he was done, he straightened up, raised his head and covered his eyes with his hands to look up at the roof through his fingers.

His bedroom is a typical Persian style decoration, the room is very high, the roof is built with layers of vaults, and the middle piece is still flat, but a colorful glass chandelier is installed on it. By this time, the inlaid decorative panels around the ceiling of the flat part of the house in the center had all been bounced open, and only the "clang" of falling metal chains and the faint rumble of the masonry moving could be heard overhead. The seemingly unvaulted piece of the ceiling fell slowly and steadily, stopping five inches above Quentin's headboard with a palpitating "clucking" sound. The flower-shaped pendant decorated with the Persian-style multicolored glass chandelier on the roof swayed back and forth, as if it was about to fall into bed the next moment, which made people tremble when they saw it.

The roof of the house was pitch black, but an undulating silhouette was faintly visible.

Like ...... Furniture?

But it doesn't seem to be complete.

After only a moment's pause, there was a "click" sound in the shadows above, followed by the sound of a spinning shaft. Soon, there was a sound of "bang", and I saw a soft ladder covered with gold hanging down. Quentin reached out and tugged twice, and when he made sure it was firm enough, he hurriedly climbed up. In a matter of seconds, Quentin's chubby voice disappeared into the darkness.

In an instant, the ceiling slowly rose again, and the room returned to its original state.

It's just that the golden roof seems to glow faintly, and the bedspread of the large bed below is just a little dusty.

......

The next morning, Quentin came down from the secret room on the roof, turned off the mechanism at the speed of burning his eyebrows, and the bedspread fell on the bed, and he didn't care if he printed two shoe prints, and he didn't remember to clean up the room and clean himself, and rushed out of the room with a pair of bloodshot red eyes.

"Second brother...... "Now most of the blood clans in the palace are still sleeping, and the few palace patrol guards who are guarding the corridor are frightened by Quentin's sudden loud voice, and they are just about to run over to see what is wrong and not serve this old ancestor well, when they see Quentin passing in front of them, swinging left and right and running in an ellipse, and the movements like a penguin are a little funny. Quentin's footsteps were heavy, and the flesh bulging from his stomach shook as he walked.

"Hah...... Call...... Second, brother, hey!" Quentin finally arrived at Raymond's door, knocked on the door twice and didn't respond, so he simply pried the door himself in, and opened the door with a roar: "Big thing, wow~~~~~!"

A black bat rushed out unprepared, its wings flapping across Quentin's face, leaving two large red marks.

Raymond was originally impatient with his quarrel, but seeing that the two pieces on his face were so red as if he had been slapped twice, he couldn't help but feel funny, and he was about to question him, but his tone softened a little: "What's wrong, are you going to be so flustered? How old are you and still making such a fuss, have you learned all the previous etiquette in vain?"

Quentin knew that he had lost his honor, and he was ashamed but unhappy to show it. Besides, he has more important things to say. He couldn't help but be shocked and surprised, and said to Raymond in a trembling voice: "Second brother, let me tell you something......