The seaside in the early hours of the morning is dimly lit.

At the end of the spectrum, the sun is slowly rising at the edge of the sea.

The light shining through the glass windows of the wooden house gave me a strange feeling that was both dim and clear.

People can unconsciously give birth to a kind of anticipation for a new day.

Kneeling at the head of the bed, facing the window, Andy was leaning on the windowsill as if a schoolboy was lying on his desk.

His left hand was slightly raised, and a multi-legged light yellow bug was lying on the back of his hand.

Because of the faint light outside the window, every detail of the insect is very clear in the line of sight.

With the sound of percussion, dozens of pairs of slender feet that looked dense and made the scalp explode were still irregularly lifting and falling, falling and lifting.

It's as if the "mood" of this bug is fluctuating.

The tapping sound came from Andy's right hand, and the tip of his index finger kept moving on the windowsill, bringing a crisp sound, as if sending a Morse code of a certain frequency.

This is indeed a password, but it is not used to communicate with people, and it is not very perfect.

Andy needs to keep improving.

The improved test subject is, of course, the rounded sand-legged insect on the back of the hand.

However, this is the same as being a teacher, and it cannot be done overnight.

So after about an hour of "morning exercise", Andy dropped his raised left hand and let the bugs on the back of his hand climb to the wall on their own.

Interestingly, when I first caught it yesterday, the bug was still curled up in fear.

At this moment, it ignored Andy's presence, and wandered around the walls of the wooden house very unceremoniously.

After a while, it ran to some relatively dark corner under the hardboard bed, and lay there motionless.

"If it goes well, it won't take more than a week to make money."

After silently estimating the progress, Andy withdrew his gaze from observing the insects, jumped out of bed, and made his slippers into the next hall.

The limited hall was not empty, and a middle-aged woman wrapped in a headscarf was cleaning with a mop.

When she saw Andy, she was visibly surprised.

"It's not dawn yet, why do you get up so early?"

Apparently, the woman didn't hear the noise in the next bedroom.

"I can't sleep."

Andy replied simply, and didn't want to explain anything to the "nanny aunt" who usually brought him food.

"I've got a little pet, Vima, don't kill it when you see it."

"Pets? What kind of pets? ”

"A bug."

"Bugs...... Well, where is it? ”

The middle-aged woman named Vima did not react in particular, as there were many "weirdos" on the island.

Not to mention raising insects, even if it is a lion raiser, she has never encountered it.

So when Andy pulled her into the bedroom and leaned over to point at the centipede-like multi-legged worm under the bed, the woman inevitably let out a sudden scream of horror.

After a long period of reassurance before the local woman, who was not even afraid of lions, stopped, Andy ate a not hearty but nutritious breakfast under the strange gaze of the other party.

Then I went back to my bedroom to catch up on sleep.

Of course, not really sleeping, but preparing to "fall asleep".

"Yesterday he should have reported on my situation. I want to be able to meet the Lord today. ”

With this idea, Andy "put on his vest", and after a moment of drowsiness, he appeared in the field where he was when he "went offline" last night.

Time and reality are out of sync here, the starry sky is deep overhead, and the moonlight shines on the surrounding greenery, making it hazy and dark.

Standing on the top of a hill, the mountains, castles, and barracks that you could see yesterday are all gone.

There was only the endless plain night in the same place.

Obviously, after the mystery of the Battle of Baroric was revealed, the owner of the place no longer believed that this simulation was necessary.

But before Andy could figure out where to go next, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move!

"Locked?" Andy wasn't surprised by this.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if he found that outsiders had broken into the more important private space of the Myth Palace.

So the first thing he has to do is, of course, to restrain this outsider first, so as not to wander around and make any trouble......

However, what happened next made him realize that there was more to it than that.

"Has anyone told you?"

A person dressed as a maid quietly appeared beside Andy, with an indifferent expression and a voice that did not contain any emotion.

"You've already committed a capital offense by looking like this?"

Of course, the maid is not the master of this place, but the master of this place sent to keep an eye on her.

After all, no one knows when Andy will be "online", and the other party is a busy person, so he doesn't have the heart to pay attention here all the time.

However, although the person concerned has not arrived, her will is being practiced by the maid-

He has the blood of the royal family, and he looks exactly like the empress's deceased ex-husband.

Under normal circumstances, Andy would be courteous.

With the spirit of scientific research, he solved a long-troubled food problem for the empress, and provided the necessary soil for the "food reform" of the imperial prison system in the future.

It's good, he's still a talent.

However, considering that it was the empress herself who killed her ex-husband, the royal family was slaughtered by her own hands......

The direction of the evolution of this matter has become diametrically reversed.

"I'll admit I'm a little unlucky."

Andy, who didn't know anything about it, replied along the lines of the "Uncle Script".

"But it's too unjust to be judged to be alive or dead just by looks."

"Playing stupid won't get you away."

The maid stood in front of him and said expressionlessly, "Although you made a meritorious service yesterday, the sins of the Raymonds bloodline have made that merit insignificant. ”

Something is wrong......

Andy frowned when he heard this, "What do you want to do?" ”

If it's a dismount, it seems normal to him.

After all, relatives of the royal family are not easy to climb.

Suddenly one popped up, who knows what the hell you were up to?

It is necessary to first understand the details and purpose before considering how to get in touch.

But looking at the attitude of the person in front of him, it seems that it is not limited to dismounting......

Sure enough, the maid sneered when she heard this, and then clapped her hands.

Objects emerge one after another from the surrounding clearing.

Red charcoal basins, red-hot soldering irons, restraint beds with blood stains and minced flesh, corpse saws, whips, clamps, wooden donkeys......

The variety of torture instruments was simply dazzling, and the maid said lightly on the side:

"Tell me your name, your origin, and your purpose. Don't take chances, these torture instruments look ordinary, but their effect on spirits is enhanced. ”

"So ......"

Andy raised an eyebrow, "Your master likes these very much?" ”

He didn't seem to know anything about being afraid.

Seeing this, the maid didn't speak, but shook her head helplessly, and then gently picked up the soldering iron in the brazier next to her and walked slowly to Andy.

Some torturers, before the execution begins, always have a mistake in their own perception.

I thought I could be like some film and television works, or the heroes of historical records, who could be tortured and not give in.

However, after the actual experience, this kind of person usually cries for his father and mother, crying and begging for mercy, without the slightest hardness.

The contrast with the hard mouth at the beginning is simply ridiculous!

Could this be the person in front of you?

The maid thought so.

In the past, she used to torture the blood descendants of the Raymonds royal family.

So she clearly knows that the people of this family, under the surface of pride, naturally have a despicable despicability and cowardice!

"The first round will last 10 minutes."

The red soldering iron slowly but surely approached Andy's eyes.

The maid who controlled all this said expressionlessly: "During this period, no matter how much you beg for mercy, I will not stop. ”

"So you can save your energy and save your mind for the next explanation—"

The words without any mood swings came to an abrupt end.

Just as the soldering iron was about to approach her eye socket, the middle-aged man with disgusting blonde hair in front of him suddenly smiled at her, and then disappeared in an instant!

The maid froze in place as a result, her eyes fixed on the other party's disappearance, her expression stunned and full of disbelief.

The Palace of Myths is not without outsiders.

But those outsiders can't escape the rules after entering here.

That is to say, when the owner of the place tells the target to not move at all, the target can only be fixed in place, like a statue, unable to move for half a minute, and cannot leave at all.

The restriction of this kind of rule, even if the world's top transcendent comes, they can't escape it-

In the past, this conclusion has been verified countless times.

Like the authority of the Empire, it is daunting.

Now, however, there are exceptions......

Thinking of this, the maid, who had always shown a calm and calm appearance, suddenly turned pale.

Because she didn't know how to explain everything to her owner next!