Re-entering this oak forest, I don't know if it was an illusion, Annan felt that this forest was lifeless. There are no birds or beasts passing by, and the wind is still, as if time is frozen here.

The crystal skull is always in the direction of the Duke of Skeletons, just holding a skull makes Annan really look like a necromancer.

Annan deliberately pretended to be fierce and difficult to provoke, and walked a distance, threatening that he might be resentful and peeping into his existence, and then stopped because it was too stupid to do so.

Walking through the sparse woods, Annan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask the skeleton assistant for a skeleton horse, and he didn't know how long it would take...... Or not long.

A wooded hut appeared in front of it, and the crystal skeleton was also heading there.

It's just that the wooden house doesn't seem to be inhabited, and the skeleton duke is not a ghost, how can there be no traces?

Out of vigilance, Annan circled a little, and the crystal skeleton also bypassed, continuing to the depths of the woods.

It seems that the cabins in the woods were just dwellings built by hunters in the past......

Annan thought about it, and continued to move forward, curiously looking at the wooden house in the woods that had been sealed in the dust for a long time......

Bang!

The closed wooden door suddenly shuddered and fell into dust.

Annan stopped, looking suspiciously at the wooden house in the woods where there was movement.

Then the wooden door shook violently, and with a "bang" it was slammed open, and a young man rolled out of the door.

"Save Me ......"

The bruised young man crawled out in fear: "Don't come...... Don't get close to the cottage......"

He was warning Annan again.

An outline emerged from the silent woods hut: a charred silhouette in a long skirt, which stared at the youth, squirming out faster than he could crawl, and found a shadow extending from the shadows under the hem of its skirt.

The young man climbed out of the range of the wooden house and stretched out his hand to Annan: "Quick...... Now it's OK......"

Dracula and the skull assistant's warnings don't say what to do if they can't escape.

Resisting the urge to summon Mr. Schwaro to plough the field, Annan reached out and dragged the young man out.

The squirming charred silhouette stopped, and the empty eye sockets watched the two figures flee into the depths of the woods, a deep hatred and resentment flowing......

Faintly visible in the woods of the wooden houses, Annan let go of the youth.

His legs were completely rotten, emitting a rotting stench, and his aristocratic garments were torn into strips of cloth, revealing his body covered in scratches.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to get out again...... "The young man who survived the catastrophe rejoiced.

"You're dying." Annan stepped back a bit.

It's just as ominous as the weird stuff.

"It's okay, just go back to Persona and find a priest to heal......" The young man turned himself over and lay on his back under the shade of a tree. Annan didn't know about the situation in Persona, but the priest couldn't unleash the magic two years ago.

"Did you know that it's the year 1001 in the Yves Saint Laurent calendar?"

"Have you been three years......" The young man began to tremble with astonishment and pain.

Annan stepped back a little more, looking at the young man's wounds, both new and old...... He did seem to have been tortured in the cabin for three years.

In the direction of the wooden house, which they had not noticed, a shadow crept quietly among the fallen leaves through the shade of the trees.

"Where is this?" The young man didn't care about Annan's distance, he knew that the smell on his body must be bad.

"Next to the kingdom of the Duke of Skeletons."

"Where is that?" The young man who had been trapped for three years was completely unimpressed.

In fact, Annan didn't know, he only knew that Dracula was taking him south.

"Should be ...... north of Persona"

"Send me over, and you'll be grateful to the Sparrow family......" He looked up at Annan, and then almost lost in the sun-drenched silhouette, "Are you a new nobleman?" I haven't seen you. ”

The young man regarded Annan as a young nobleman who came out to experience.

"Sort of, but I'm not from Persona. And I'm going to tell you, something seems to have happened in Persona......"

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know yet."

The shadow crawling between the fallen leaves got closer and closer to the two talking.

"What's the matter with you? And the cabin in the woods. ”

"That crazy woman...... I'm going to kill her whole family! Thinking of the experience of these three years, the young nobleman again fell into a trembling of pain, and then sneered: "Sorry, I forgot...... I've done that. ”

Annan frowned and looked at the young nobleman who was crying and laughing, and asked him to regain his composure and tell this hateful past.

That's a story about ugliness:

In the year 998 Yves Saint Laurent AD, the young man met the girl while he was out, he was a nobleman, and of course he could do whatever he wanted to the commoners, but the girl resisted violently and knocked out one of his teeth.

The young nobleman who returned to Hearsa summoned the servants for revenge, but the girl was hidden by her parents, and the little boy told him to get out of the way—

So the youth claimed that the girl's family had been transformed by evil vampires and needed to be purified, nailed doors and windows, and set fire to her parents and brother.

On that day, four silhouettes dancing in flames appeared in the burning wooden house.

The shadow, which had been slowly extended, suddenly intensified, approaching the two men who were talking at a staggering pace.

"Four vampires can't even get out of the house?"

"Of course they're ordinary people, that's just an excuse for me......" The voice fell, and he saw Annan start casting spells, "You're still a mage?" Give me a treat! ”

Annan ignored him and continued to complete the summons to Lemon, pointing to the young nobleman: "Catch him." ”

"What are you doing!?" The young nobleman who had just escaped was uneasy.

"Let her complete her unfinished revenge."

Annan led the young nobleman through the shadow of pause and came to the vicinity of the wooden house in the woods.

"Let go of me! You little bastard, the Sparrow family won't let you go! The young nobleman, who realized what was going to happen, scolded angrily.

"Shut him up."

The young nobleman was covered in a ball of water, and bubbles bubbled.

Annan looked at him, and disgust appeared in his black eyes: "You said the opposite...... It's not that the Sparrow family will let me go, but whether I'll let you go. ”

"Don't go over, throw him at the door."

The young nobleman was thrown out by the lemon and rolled to the door of the wooden house.

Click-

The closed wooden door reopened, and the charred silhouette reappeared in front of it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know why I rescued him...... Now that things are returned to their rightful owners, please continue to burn your hatred. "Annan sincerely apologizes.

The hatred surging in his empty eyes faded, and he stared at Annan indifferently, dragging the wailing young nobleman into the wooden house.

"Do you need any other help? For example, find other accomplices, such as help your family rest in peace......"

The charred silhouette didn't respond, just looked in one direction as the door closed.

Bang –

As the wooden door closed, there was no screaming, no wailing, and everything fell silent.

Annan walked around the hut to the place where it was last looking.

It is a humble cemetery, with four tombstones slanted and simply written: "Father", "Mother", "Brother", "I......

They piece together a sad story.

(End of chapter)