The two of them finally walked close to the castle, where Bai Ye could clearly see the appearance of this medieval castle.

The outer walls of the castle are made up of gray and black boulders, and the gaps between the stones tell the story of the vicissitudes of time.

And its windows are closed, and through those dark pores, you can feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. The iron fence is rusty and looks like a witness swallowed by the years.

The exterior of the castle exudes an air of antiquity and mystery, and the entrance is closed by an ancient gate with some vague ornamentation that is difficult to identify. Above the gate is a huge red banner embroidered with a black crow with its wings outstretched.

In the shadow of the castle, the figures of the two men seemed insignificant, as if they were small ants devoured by this ancient fortress.

"Huh?" Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something different.

At the side entrance of the medieval castle is a mud truck parked in a very non-medieval style, a modern vehicle that stands out in the surroundings of an old castle, especially with its engine humming.

Several workers hurriedly carried crates from the truck bed, their faces nervous and frightened, their old overalls and their hands covered in mud and dust.

And those wooden crates were covered with mud, and the surface had yellowed, as if it had gone through a long time. These boxes exude an inexplicable heaviness.

The workers hurriedly placed the boxes by the side door of the castle, and then jumped on the bed again to remove the almost identical boxes from inside.

White Night stopped, his eyes calmly and sharply scanning the nervous workers and the wooden crates placed by the side door, and he asked Craven, "Why are these people here?" ”

The man in the fur coat was awakened by Bai Ye's question, looked around in a daze, and then replied in a dull voice: "Our masters also have material pursuits and enjoyments. Today's shipment was supposed to be red wine."

This answer made Bai Ye's brows furnish slightly.

Yes, although the inheritors, as the lowliest and lowliest of the totems, feed on the lives of other totems after ascending to power, their way of thinking is largely close to that of humans.

It's not something incomprehensible that they have material pursuits.

Still sluggish, Kraven continued: "Masters, their pursuit of life is multifaceted. Materiality, power, and... Totem. ”

"Life in the castle is far from being as one-dimensional as you might think, and they love life very much."

At this moment, a man in a leather suit walked out of the side door, with a huge rhinoceros horn on his head, and his shape was extremely strange. The holster wrapped tightly around his body, accentuating the strong lines of his muscles, making him look more like a monster from some exotic land.

He shouted at the workers in a rough voice, "Give me a fucking quick bit, and if anyone dares to work slowly today, or break a bottle of wine, I'll send him to Lord Morun!" ”

The workers trembled with fright at the sight of this threat, and they anxiously quickened their work, lest they might offend the man in the holster and get into trouble that he should not have provoked.

Obviously, neither the "Molun" in the man's mouth nor this man is a character that these workers can offend.

The man in the holster glanced at the workers, a sly smile on his face, a smug expression in his expression, and the huge horn stood out in the moonlight.

Although he is now a slave and plaything of the heir family, it does not affect him at all to find some smaller slaves for himself to use elsewhere.

White Night turned his head to look at Kraven, his gaze sharp and thoughtful. He asked, "Is there any prohibition or password in the castle?" You know, the one that identifies identity. ”

The latter shook his head and said with a dull expression: "Yes or no. Spiders as food, a large number of slaves, masters. There are only these three types of people in the castle. ”

Hearing this, Bai Ye frowned, and Kraven's answer did not provide much substantive information. There doesn't seem to be a clear rule of identity in the castle, but only Spider-Man for food, slave and master.

This is good news, he is not Spider-Man, nor is he the errant son of the heir family who expelled him, "Karn". This means that the chances of finding yourself inside are much smaller.

"Do you know where the cloning bin is? Where are the masters used for resurrection? ”

"What. What cloning warehouse? ”

Kraven looked a little confused when he heard the question, he didn't understand what it meant.

"Well, looks like that's the end of your mission."

White Night's eyes rolled for a moment, and then he controlled Kraven telepathically, and ordered indifferently but firmly: "You go and branch the rhinoceros people, the farther away the better, and then find a place where no one is to commit suicide." ”

A flash of fear flashed in Kraven's eyes, but he quickly reverted to his godless appearance.

He walked towards the rhinoceros at the castle gate, his steps a little sluggish, slow and stiff like a jammed machine.

But he finally walked up to the rhinoceros man in his leather suit and said something with a dancing hand, and then the rhino man's facial expression became wonderful, and he walked with Claven to the more barren side of the castle.

Bai Ye walked towards the side gate of the castle with his head held high, his posture was erect, full of confidence and nobility.

The workers only raised their heads slightly to look at him, and then hurriedly lowered their heads and concentrated on their work.

Although they didn't recognize the person in front of them, judging from his energetic appearance and unusual aura, it was obvious that he was not a slave who matched their identity.

Anyway, it has to be a slave who can meet the members of the heir's family in person, and won't be eaten at will, right?

Without paying much attention to what the workers were thinking, Hakuya easily bypassed them and walked into the castle. As soon as he entered the castle, he was greeted by an ornate decoration.

There are old tapestries on the walls, depicting scenes of the prosperity of yesteryear, but these tapestries have become somewhat dilapidated by the erosion of time. The stone floor is covered with a luxurious carpet, and although it is dilapidated, you can still see the prosperity of the past.

Along the corridors, he saw some ancient frescoes depicting a group of tall figures, who seemed to be the owners of the castle, including Bricks, who he had seen before, as well as Bora.

Their eyes are full of pride and power, and the scenes in the picture seem to tell a glorious history.

What is even more interesting is that the painting seems to have been modified by a skilled painter, leaving a place for a person to stand on the far side and replacing it with a chair.

(End of chapter)