Einhorn? Although Lumien was an out-of-school youth, he had received a rigorous education from Aurel and knew that the surname represented the royal family of the Vorsack Empire to the north.

He watched Elos before in Puiver. Sauron was restrained and well-behaved in front of her, and thought that her father's family was not very outstanding, and even had decayed, and had to come to her cousin, who knew that she actually had such a prominent surname.

You must know that since the establishment of the Vrsack Empire in the late Quaternary Period, it has been more than a thousand years now, and the throne has always been owned by the Einhorn family, and the Sauron family has lost the throne of Intis for almost two hundred years, and it is self-evident who is higher and who is lower between the two families.

Albus. Medici looked at Elos in a slightly surprised tone, and said in a somewhat provocative tone:

"You're still an Einhorn, you can't tell."

Eloth looked straight ahead, regaining her well-behaved posture.

She said without emotion:

"There are often marriages between the Saurons and the Einhorns, and even though the Saurons have long since left the throne of Intis, this habit has been maintained, and my mother just happened to marry a royal from Einhorn.

The poet Elite asked with great interest:

"Your surname is Einhorn, why did you come to Trier? When I met Count Puiver, you lived in Red Swanstein Castle. ”

"Six years ago, my father died in the war between the Ivsak Empire and the Kingdom of Rune, and my mother took me back to Trier to live with my maternal grandfather, Puiver's grandfather."

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Eloth sighed softly, "The year before last, my grandfather passed away, and last year, my mother also passed away. ”

Isn't this death too frequent? Well, Aurel said that although the four great powers of the Northern Continent sometimes cooperate and sometimes confront, the marriage between the royal family and the nobility has never been broken, so that later there were frequent marriages between cousins...... According to Franca, the "Hunter" route was previously mainly in the hands of the Sauron and Einhorn families, and can the marriage of the hunter and the hunter ensure that the offspring are more suitable for the "Hunter" path? Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and walked down the aisle to the exit of the wax room.

The wax figures on both sides are reflected on their faces by the yellowish light of the calcium carbide lamp, showing a state of yellow fluttering like a living person.

The aisle became narrower and narrower as we went, and the wax figures were piled up in the middle of the road.

When Lumian walked, he couldn't help but touch this and that, only to feel that their bodies were cold and their limbs were stiff, and they were indeed real wax figures.

Finally, the four of them reached the end of the room and opened the iron-black wooden door.

Before leaving, Lumian subconsciously turned his head and glanced at it.

In the darkened room, the pained face of the wax figure loomed in the reflected light.

Their eyes seemed to turn to this side, staring silently at the exit.

Lumian once again recalled the experience of being attacked by the wax figure in the river, and his naturally lowered wrist was slightly raised, and he quietly gestured to the wax figure in this room.

"I really want to set fire to this place." At this time, Albus. Medici sighed in a tone of regret.

Lumian was stunned for a moment, and expressed his approval in his heart:

Good idea!

He doubted that if he could actually set fire to the wax figures, the potion would be digested completely.

Elos, Einhorn said in a calm tone beside him:

"Red Swan Castle has an average of three fires per month."

Are you trying to tell us that even if you burn, don't be afraid? Lumian sneered and entered the corridor behind the wax room.

The passage descends diagonally to the depths of the earth.

Lumian wanted to pinch his lips and whistle with emotion, but in the end he resisted the impulse.

The four of them went all the way down until the road was re-leveled.

There were no wall lamps lit here, and both gas and candle dependents were asleep in the dark.

Leaning on the yellowish glow of the four calcium carbide lamps, Lumien saw a room with a wooden door hidden in front of him, and there was a faint smell of blood faintly coming from it.

He walked over and reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

The light poured in, and the scene in the room was reflected in the eyes of Lumian, Albus, and the others.

It was a small bedroom, with a crumbling bed, rotting wood, a toppled table, and few clutters scattered in the middle of the room.

There are vivid and deep marks on the surrounding walls, as if someone has forcibly dug them out with their fingernails

came, dug to the end, the fingers even rotted and oozing blood. The blood remained in those crevices, gradually oxidized and blackened, and lost its original mold in time

but still surprisingly retains a faint fishy smell.

At this moment, a whistle sounded in Lumien's ears.

Albus. Medici expressed his feelings in this way.

He squeezed past Lumian and into the room, reaching out and stroking the scratches that had dug deep into the walls.

"I can imagine how horrible the noise was going to be." Elose, who has a little baby fat on her face, doesn't seem to be focusing quite right.

Lumian felt that someone in Red Swanstein Castle had gone crazy and been locked up here, and that the marks on the walls were left before he died.

After a little search, and with no results, they moved on.

They chose the right side of the three-way intersection and saw a room with a wooden door hidden.

The interior of the room was in tatters, with blackened blood stains everywhere, and the walls seemed to be inlaid with something that appeared to be rotting flesh.

Albus. Medici looked at it for a while, and said:

"There's a guy who exploded here, inside out, blood and flesh spilled everywhere.

Lumian nodded imperceptibly, which was similar to his judgment.

The performance of a certain "arsonist" who died out of control?

The poet Elite, who was holding a calcium carbide lamp in one hand, took a puff of the cherry wood smoking gun with some difficulty, and made her own evaluation:

I don't know why this happened, but it sounds poetic. ”

Is explosion art? Lumian muttered, walked into the room, and searched.

In such an environment, his mood was a little more restless than usual, and his violent impulse was significantly enhanced.

The stale stains of blood and minced flesh seemed to exude an aura that could affect the mental state of others.

After the four of them walked more than ten meters, they saw a room on the side of the corridor with a wooden door hidden again.

There was no faint smell of blood overflowing from this room, but it made Lumian, who was close, feel that his skin was pressed against a sharp weapon, and his hairs stood up unconsciously.

Sharp!

It was a word that naturally popped into his head.

As the light of the calcium carbide lamp shone in, Lumian, Elose and the others saw that all the furniture in the room had turned into small pieces, whether it was a bed or a desk, they were all stacked on top of each other in the form of finger-sized squares, in a state of semi-collapse.

"Swordsmanship is good." Albus. Medici laughed.

Lumian wasn't concerned about the problem, but rather that it wasn't like the previous two rooms, with stale blood or rotting flesh.

Where did the one who lived here go? Lumian scrutinized it and turned to leave.

Soon, they saw a stone staircase descending, the bottom of which was completely submerged in pitch darkness, as if there was no end in sight.

On each side of the staircase there was a room with a wooden door, and the darkness inside seemed to swallow up all the light and movement.

Instinctively, Lumien chose the left side, pushed open the door, and extended the calcium carbide lamp inside.

In the yellowish light of the direct ray, he saw an intact bed, a table and chair that showed no signs of breakage.

On the wall in front of them hung two reflective straight swords, and on the table were a pile of blocks of different colors and shapes, and a row of iron soldiers only the height of a candle.

Dressed in blue coats with gold threads, and carrying twig-like spears or black rifles, these iron-clad soldiers were popular toys for Intis for a hundred or two centuries and were very popular with children.

Lumian walked over, set up the calcium carbide lamp, picked up a tin soldier, and expertly twisted the clockwork behind it.

With a creaking sound, the tin soldier moved, staggered forward, and raised his spear.

Lumian remembers that when he was a child, when his mother was not sick and died, and his grandfather was not bankrupt, he had such a set of iron soldiers.

"There are no signs of destruction here, objects from childhood to adulthood." Ellos said after taking a turn around the room.

Albus. Medici laughed and said:

"I don't know where the owner of the room has gone now, he is neither crazy enough to grab the wall, nor blew himself up from the inside out."

As they discussed, Lumian reached out with his right hand and tried to pull open the drawer of the wood-colored table to see what was inside.

Suddenly, he heard an illusory voice:

"My grandfather went crazy, went into the depths of the dungeon, and never came back.......

Lumian tightened his spirit, half of his body and looked around for the source of the sound.

Albus, Elos and the others followed suit, apparently hearing the voice.

"My dad went crazy and went deep into the dungeon and never came back.......

"My brother went crazy and went into the depths of the dungeon and never came back....

"I, I heard a call from the depths of the dungeon........

Lumian, Albus, Elos, and Elite all looked at the wooden door across the corridor.

That's where the illusory sound comes from.

With a snap, Elite standing in the corridor directly pushed open the wooden door behind him, and the ignorant were fearless.

The yellowish light shone in instantly, reflecting two figures and a pile of objects.

One of them is a flesh-white doll that sits on a metal bracket and has no hair yet and has rudimentary features.

It is surrounded by various molds, hairs, clay, and pigments contained in containers.

A man in a gray-black robe with bright red hair hanging down naturally was holding a paintbrush and carefully coloring the doll.

Sensing the light coming in, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a rugged face with a thick beard and black eyes.

He saw Lumian and Illaeta and the others, and asked in a slow and fluttering voice:

"Do you want to make wax figures?"