Climbing the winding stone brick staircase step by step, Anthea's pace of progress slowed down more and more, although in a fit of anger she made a bold statement that she wanted to live on it alone, but as long as she calmed down a little and thought about it, she was the weakest of these guys, although she had cleaned up the little thieves who had beaten her own ideas in the past travels, but if there was another enemy of Joan of Arc's level, she didn't think she could be so lucky to escape death.

"Cut, it's just a person living on the second floor, what's there to fuss about......"

However, it is too cowardly to let Ancia go down with such a shy face now and say that it is better to go up with another person or something, even if her skin is as thick as a city wall, she can't do such a tasteless thing, not to mention that Nagi's unintentional act of taking the key to throw her face before really hurt her self-esteem very much, yes, maybe she doesn't have any great power, but that's not a reason why she has to be inferior.

The door of room 203 is located at the end of the corridor on the north side of the second floor, presumably in the sunny corridor on the south side, and the short corridor on this side is particularly dark. It's my own room, but I feel like I'm being a thief, is it the sequelae of my previous work?

I don't know if it's my own delusion or what, this short corridor makes Ancia feel a huge temperature difference, yes, it's still quite warm at the top of the stairs, but when he was about to walk to the door of 203's room, the temperature suddenly dropped, and his teeth shivered.

"Holy. ”

Trembling and raising the key in her hand, Anthea tried several times in a panic before inserting it into the keyhole on the doorknob, twisting her hand in an anti-clockwise direction, only to hear a click, and the heavy hardwood door slowly popped inward for a distance. In front of him was a spacious living room, with a large mahogany table in the center of the room, around which were neatly arranged a circle of twelve wooden chairs with backrests, and on the table was a delicate silver candlestick, on which were inserted seven or eight half-burned white candles, and the light they produced lit up the room, which was somewhat dark because of the lack of windows.

"It's a rich man's room......"

Looking into the room, although there is only a round table here, combined with the exquisite decoration of the room and a few dark oil paintings hanging on the walls, it immediately gives people a solemn and solemn feeling. With this living room as the center, there is a bedroom and a study on the left and right, and the bedroom is designed with a separate toilet and a large bathroom that can be used for swimming.

Unlike the previous stately living room, the bedroom design is much more relaxed, with a spacious double four-poster bed with pure white satin tassels, and a large balcony on the side of the bed that extends to the outside of the house, which ensures good lighting in the bedroom, even in the shade of the north. Directly opposite the bed is a red brick fireplace, which is cleaned and neatly stacked with a circle of fine firewood, which can burn vigorously with a little fuel and fire.

"Uhh

Letting go of the heavy suitcase in her hand, Ancia let out a cheerful whine and threw herself on the large bed covered with soft mattresses in her shoes, she had been living a wandering life since she was a child in the slums of the imperial capital, and the double room in Elena's bar was actually a comfortable choice for her, because she would often sleep in the wagons full of goods in the caravans, or in the hall of the monastery where she stayed with the stinking traveling merchants. This kind of luxury suite, which can only be lived in by nobles, can be said to be the first experience for Ansiya, not so much a hotel room, but a place to forget the wandering life, and really give people a kind of warmth that can only be found at home. It's really a vicious feudal landlord class, if in the past she still felt very disdainful of those slum girls who ran to be mistresses for the nobles for a few stinky money, now she is ready to write hanging a noble Kaizi who obeys her words on her schedule.

The previous fear was swept away in the warmth brought to her by the big bed, and she casually dropped the little leather boots on her feet, ran to the balcony and pulled the red floor-to-ceiling curtains to the end, Anzia didn't even bother to take off her clothes and socks, and got into the bed. It was so comfortable, even though it was already dawning, but after closing the thick curtains of good quality, the originally bright room suddenly dimmed, and if it weren't for the orange-yellow glow from the oil lamp on the small square table on the right side of the bed, Ancia would not even be able to see the fireplace opposite.

For the first time, Anthea felt that her impulsive decision was actually quite good, because occupying a double bed alone could be a completely different experience than sleeping with everyone else on the first floor, and for the first time, Ancia found that it was so refreshing to be able to roll around in bed to her heart's content. In that moment, Anzia forgot her identity as a traveler, and she imagined herself as a pampered aristocratic lady like Louise, and as long as she gently shook the bell in her hand, a handsome butler in a black suit would come to her side and fulfill her unruly request. And you can sleep until the afternoon every day, then get up and take a walk in the warm private forest with a parasol, and finally when the sun sets, after enjoying a full meal with just one bite of each dish, you can wear a beautiful white princess dress and become the most shining focus in the ballroom dance of high society......

"Compared to Louise's stupid Nizi who only messes up everything, if I were a nobleman, I would definitely be able to turn those stupid guys around......"

Of course, this qiē was just a dream, and reaching out from the warm bed, Anzia fumbled on the square table beside her, trying to bring it to blow out the oil lamp that was lighting up the room.

"What, where did you put it......"

However, Anthea closed her eyes and touched for a long time, but she couldn't find the oil lamp that was still in the center of the table just now, and she reluctantly sat up from the bed in annoyance, wanting to see if she had caught the wrong place.

A white feather slowly floated from Anthea's face, slid over the tip of her nose, and finally landed on the neckline of her dress. And in her sight, the square table next to the bed was empty, not to mention any oil lamps, not even a piece of paper.

"Hey, hey, don't joke with me, ...... soul"

Slowly raising her head mechanically, Ancia slowly moved her gaze upward, although she was willing to believe that it was just a dream, but as if she had seen a ghost, a white owl was firmly grasping the handle of the oil lamp with its talons, flapping its wings and hovering in the air. Obviously he was just a brute, but Anzia read a very humane disdain and a strong murderous intent that made her instinctively fearful in the eyes of the two huge black eyes with a gold background on the other party's face.

With a terrifying hiss, the owl flying in the air lowered its head and pecked out the oil lamp it had grabbed with its sharp front beak.