Martin woke up groggily.

He was like a hangover drunkard, who had slept for a long time, but had a terrible headache. I seem to dream of playing cards with people, women, masks, gold coins...

Martin rubbed his forehead and suddenly noticed that his left palm had drawn a closed eye.

"This is..."

Martin put his left hand in front of his eyes to take a closer look, and the eyes in the palm of his hand and the obscure symbols around him gave him a sense of familiarity.

He remembered the dark gold card, "Could it be the 'Hand of Glory' given by that man?" ”

"But how do you use it?" Martin's attention was drawn to the eyes, and he tried to swing, clench his fist, and even bite the finger of his right hand and drip a few drops of blood, but nothing changed.

Seeing the few drops of blood that were about to flow from his palms, Martin subconsciously licked them clean.

Then he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again.

Outside the window, the morning sun had risen, and the soft sunlight poured into the room, shining on Martin's lap. He suddenly felt a little itchy in the sun, and he retracted his leg.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the bedroom door towards the hall.

Along the way, he felt some strange gazes, and the maids and attendants, who usually never looked at him, were almost stunned when they saw him, and the eyes of the attendants became a little strange, and several of the maids even bowed their heads blushingly.

Martin felt a little strange, even the big dogs before didn't see their surprised expressions.

He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror to take a picture, but the floor-to-ceiling mirror had been replaced with a new one, without the two iconic fishtail pillars.

Martin looked at himself in the mirror, and then he felt the surprise again.

What is ............... called? Surprise.

In the mirror is no longer the big Dalmatianus of yesterday, but a blonde woman.

Her skin was snow-white, her facial features were deep, her golden-red hair was casually draped, exuding a mature and languid atmosphere, and her nightgown was loosely draped, revealing a large patch of whiteness on her chest, which looked very charming.

Martin was about to shout the seemingly uncultured interjection again, but he held back.

He covered his mouth, and the woman in the mirror also repeated this action with her slender hand, looking smart and charming, with a unique flavor.

Martin's eyes widened at the sight of his own movements in the mirror, and he hurriedly lowered his hand, lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"Yesterday it was a dog, today it is a woman?" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.

"It's not as good as yesterday's dog! What should I do, let the brothers be cool first? He roared in his heart.

Just then, a ghostly figure appeared beside Martin. The figure said to Martin in a flurry tone, "Sir, do you seem not very happy, dissatisfied with this new mirror?" ”

He looked at Martin, something twinkling in his eyes.

Martin continued to bow his head, and after a short moment, he looked up and said to Stanley with what he thought was the brightest smile he had, "It's okay, Stanley. I just woke up, and I just didn't wake up. ”

Stanley bowed and replied, "Yes, sir." Breakfast is ready and ready to eat. ”

Martin agreed, and went to the bathroom, pulling at his collar covertly.

A quarter of an hour later, inside the hall of the Plantagenet.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled from time to time, and the red wool carpet locked in the heat of the room, and the whole hall was very warm.

Using a knife and fork, Martin expertly cut off a piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth.

He was about to take a sip of ginger beer from his glass when he saw the blonde woman sitting across from him last night, shaking her red wine glass and saluting him.

He shook his head, and then saw that the opposite position was empty.

"Are you hallucinating?" he raised his neckline again.

Martin was still wearing his pajamas and nightgown, fearing that the temporary changes would increase Stanley's suspicions.

"I've never been stared at like this when I eat..."Martin always felt that the servants around him were peeking at him, whether they were male or female attendants. It made him feel very uncomfortable.

He was going to finish his meal quickly and go into the bedroom to end the strange morning.

"You're so beautiful."

Just as Martin was trying to cook, an attendant walked up to him and said abruptly. His face flushed sickly, and the corners of his mouth grinned at an exaggerated angle.

"I'm sorry, I can't help but want to praise you."

The squire lowered his head a little shyly, then looked up and said to Martin:

"You are a hundred times more beautiful than the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, you are like the morning dew, the rose in the holy light." Then he fell to his knees and kissed Martin's feet.

Martin threw away his knife and fork and stood up and retreated to the side, is this man crazy?

"Despicable slaves... All I wanted to do was lick the upper of my master's shoes...", said a thin maid in a hoarse voice.

"You are all slaves, worthy only to eat what is left of others!"

After saying that, she threw herself on the table and began to stuff the food into her mouth, roast meat, leaves, cured pork, she chewed and swallowed it in a big gulp, and when she couldn't hold it anymore, she fell to the ground, and began to spit out the half-chewed food in her mouth, and her body kept convulsing.

Immediately afterward, more and more maids and attendants began to laugh or shout strangely. They started yelling, tearing, and laughing like stuffed animals with a switch turned on.

Martin saw that the originally calm white mist on the maid's body was surging wildly, getting thicker and thicker, and the attendant crawled on the ground to tear her away, and then crawled towards Martin, his eyes were bloodshot, and a sticky turquoise mist rolled around him.

What's the situation? Are these people obsessed? Martin stepped back to avoid the squire, but he stumbled on the ground on the soles of his feet.

"Damn... Could this be the legendary delicate body and soft body that is easy to push down... It's not the right time to fall! Martin grumbled as he shifted his body back.

The squire quickly crawled up to Martin, grabbed him with his fingers hooked, and said frantically, "You belong to me!" ”

Just as he was about to catch Martin, Stanley appeared behind him.

He was no longer limping from the old Long Zhong, his left hand grabbed the squire's neck like a plier and lifted it back, and the squire's body was dragged behind him like a piece of clothing. Then Stanley twisted his fingers, and with a "click" sound, the squire's body went limp, and then Stanley threw him to the ground.

Stanley did not look at the stunned Martin, but turned around and opened his hand, and said in a solemn voice to the servants who were arguing and tearing wildly:

"When reason leaves, desire surges..."

He paused, and his rickety figure looked extremely tall at this moment.

"Humanity has become the ugliest thing."

As he finished speaking, the crazy people stopped at the same time.

Blood began to leave tears in the corners of their eyes, the skin on their bodies peeled off inch by inch, and they roared as they transformed into centaurs, giant dogs, ugly creatures with green skin, and so on, all of which collapsed into puddles of dark mushy liquid after a brief period of maintenance.

The noisy hall was quiet again, except for the slight grinding of the liquid against the carpet.

Stanley looked around for a moment, then turned to pick Martin up.

Just as he was holding Martin's arm, Martin felt the runes in his left hand suddenly start to move, and the eyes in his palm opened instantly.

He saw the gray mist on Stanley's body rush into his palm, and he sensed a chill coming from the palm of his left hand.

Stanley's brows furrowed slightly, he faintly felt something being pulled out of his body, his spirit became clearer and more focused in an instant, and some doubts arose in his heart.

Martin was helped back into the high-backed chair, he secretly observed Stanley, and after seeing that he was only a little confused, he said to Stanley, "Stanley, what are all these just now?" ”

He judged that Stanley must not have seen what had just passed through his left hand, or the old man, who suddenly resembled a falcon, would not have reacted at all.

"It seems that he can't see the symbol of my left hand and my eyes...", he thought to himself.

Stanley looked at the liquid and said to Martin:

"Humans are the most emotionally manipulated creatures, sir."

He took off his white gloves and threw them away, continuing: "These people are contaminated and collapsed. ”

Then he leaned over slightly, stared at Martin with a sharp gaze, and asked solemnly, "Did you do it?" ”

"What?" Martin wasn't sure what he was talking about, and continued to play dumbfounded.

Stanley squinted at Martin for a moment, then straightened up, put on a new pair of white gloves and said in a casual tone, "Lies won't last." ”

Martin didn't react to his words, he rubbed the twisted ankle he had just twisted, but fortunately it didn't hurt his muscles and bones.

He looked at the puddles of smudges that remained on the ground, everything that had happened too suddenly, but after all that, he suddenly became curious about the remaining mushy liquid.

"If you can collect some research, you might find something......

Maybe it was because he had done too many course experiments in his previous life, or maybe he was in a hurry to learn about this strange and mysterious world, in short, Martin suddenly had an urge to collect a little of those liquids.

"Stanley." Martin kneaded his ankles and said to the butler beside him:

"I'm a little curious about the liquid left by those people, collect some for me, a small bottle."

He waited a while, but did not hear the butler's reply.

He looked up in some confusion, and saw a hint of surprise on Stanley's face, and he was looking at Martin with his mouth slightly open, his new gloves not yet put on.

"Stanley?" Martin screamed tentatively again.

“... Yes, sir. ”

The old butler finally came to his senses, put his gloves back on, and continued to answer:

"I'll send it to you later."

After a moment of calm, Stanley returned to his normal appearance, handed Martin a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said to Martin:

"Sir, I'll have this place cleaned up, and you can go to the bedroom and wait, and get ready."

"Prepare what?" Martin was a little confused.

"His Majesty's choice of bride for you, Princess Shishian, should be coming soon."