Shelley reached out and picked up the dense flowers, remembering a Gutera plant called Wisteria. But the difference is that the flowers in the boudoir of Countess Nefritta do not appear a delicate purple color, but a pale that has not seen the light for a long time. The tiny petals are covered with pale red veins, which condense into a little bright red at the tip. From a distance, it almost looked like a wall of trembling droplets of blood.

The mechanical priest leaned over and sniffed the delicate flowers—it wasn't necessary, but many times, Shelley preferred to go the less efficient way, which made her feel alive.

A greasy sweet fragrance, mixed with a fishy smell. In the priest's database, this smells like standard human gore...... Very similar.

She put down the flowers, turned her head one hundred and eighty degrees, and surveyed the room. Outside the window, it was cloudy and rainy, and the house was mixed and heavy, more like a tomb than the duke's mansion

By the brightness of the searchlight, Shelley saw that the overlapping velvet curtains had carved out a corner of the pentagonal hall, already covered with dust and cobwebs. As she stepped onto the plush blanket, several frightened spiders slipped away from her feet. Judging by the fine white patterns on their backs, these are desert honey spiders, and the mucus they secrete is a precious source of sweetness, known as spider milk, which is loved by the nomadic tribes of Colchis.

The only problem is that this spider usually lives only in the depths of deserts that are uninhabited, not in the heart of cities.

Shelley noted this, looked up, and looked at the dome hidden in the darkness. The delicate reliefs are also covered with cobwebs, but the contents can still be seen. It probably records how the ancestors of Trivani led the pioneers to dig for water, drive out wild beasts, and eventually establish a city-state. In the center of the dome hangs a thick gold chain, holding a huge incense burner, the contents of which have long been washed by time.

And on the edge where the light can shine, there are several pitch-black sarcophagi engraved with the names of the Trivani family. The mechanical priest walked over, and several thin blades spun out from the end of the appendage and plunged into the gap in the coffin. The heavy stone slab made a slight grinding sound and was lifted to the side, revealing its contents.

The light shone on the black hole's features. It was a corpse with a twisted shape, with a skinned trunk on the bones like tree bark, the same dried corpse common in the desert, washed away by grains of sand and hot wind. It has many wounds on its body, with purplish-brown edges. There are also many nail scratches on the inside of the coffin. At first facie, it appears that the deceased was buried alive in a coffin after cutting his body open, and died of suffocation or bloodletting.

"Humans." Shelley grunted, and unchanging his face brushed aside the corpse, finding something unusual. On the back of the dried corpse, many delicate vines were rooted, the branches were dotted with fine white flowers, and the other end of the branch passed through the bottom of the sarcophagus and meandered under the floor, spitting out streams of flowers along the walls. The most peculiar thing is that the delicate branches and wood and stone are combined in a natural way, without any gaps.

Putting down the dried corpse, Shelley already had some estimation in his heart. She turned around and opened the remaining coffins, all of which were tortured, and the flesh and blood were sucked into by demonic plants, turning them into a horrible dried corpse.

The atmosphere of subspace here is very strong, but it is still a reality. Against this backdrop, most oddities are acceptable, and Shelley's only question is where exactly Roga is hidden. Her gaze was behind the only veil that had not yet been searched.

She walked to the corner of the room and asked in the channel, "Do you have any clues?" ”

"Nourish...... Got it...... Zizizi...... The cub's wings are hard...... Multiply...... Boredom ......" Victor's trademark coeertic voice came out, filled with noise as the signal was unstable, and ended with a shrill cry from Vogham. Shelley sighed unsurprisingly and lifted the velvet curtain.

"If I count on you, the thirtieth millennium of this universe will be over." She said from the bottom of her heart.

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Nevrita didn't answer. She stretched out her hand, gently grasped the hem of Luo Jia's robe, lowered her head, reverently rubbed the smooth fabric with her cheeks, and spat out a foolish whisper: "Ah, my lord, my king of the black crown, how dare I encroach on what you say...... I just want you ...... As long as your love is as big as half a speck of dust, let my soul awaken from the flesh. ”

"You still have a chance." Luo Jia said softly. His eyes reflected an inhuman brilliant color, and in a flash his mind reorganized into a single wing of nine colors, and the thick veins at the end were deeply rooted in the baronet's back, and the outline seemed to be nothing, and it fanned gently in the vanity. "What you ask for will tear apart your soul and annihilate your existence."

And in the soft feathers, a grain of pearl and jade is embedded in the pink muscles, because it is too dense to make people feel cold all over the body, like countless tiny tumors, each of which stretches out of blood-red nerve cords, extending into the distance beyond reach. Roga knew that at the end of them were everyone in Casas.

Nevrita shook her head slightly, looking at Roga's face with affection. Despite her pretentious expression, Luo Jia still felt that she didn't see herself. She just looked at something behind her through her face.

"It is your love that can ignite my soul and paint my image in the picture scroll of heaven."

"Do you know what's driving your actions?" Luo Jia asked with a straight face.

Nevrita smiled back. "Lord of trickery, Maharaja of Change...... The Raven Lord hovers over this cursed city-state, but he is not the ruler of my will—everyone in Casas is absolutely free. They hold their souls in their hands. ”

"And you will pray to me for your soul."

The Scarlet Baroness nodded. "The most unfree slave can seek a tolerant master for himself."

"I see." The little primordial body stretched out his hand with a solemn expression. "Hold my hand and make a vow of our union. After nine days, you will be engraved with a new name around your neck to break free from the shackles of the past. ”

Nevrita raised her hand and gently placed it on Roga's fingertips. Flames rose where their skin touched.

Red light, golden flames, and black flame hearts, it scorched until the cold moon in the sky. The long tongue of fire licked the icy white shell, revealing the bumpy blue sarcoma within.

Then, the sarcoma trembled, and a horizontal wound opened in the middle, revealing a brilliant blue eyeball, hanging above the empty sky, staring around.

However, neither the two people on the ground, nor the golden-skinned child, saw this scene. They stared at each other closely, each with their own thoughts, enveloped in the same flame under the gaze of the faint blue eyes.

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Shelley looked at the man on the soft couch and sighed. She set the searchlight aside and leaned over to gently shake the other's shoulder.

"Wake up." She said.

The golden-skinned child was still asleep, his long eyelashes on his face, and his expression was calm and serene.

The mechanical priest ripped off the sheet without changing his face, and Luo Jia rolled twice in the direction she was pulling, making a small snoring sound.

Shelley simply dragged him up, and the little original body was pulled up crookedly, and as soon as he let go, he fell back again, and even clicked his mouth twice.

The mechanical priest sighed, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Fogham is here—"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Jia sat up abruptly, jumped neatly under the bed, and slammed into Shelley's arms with a thud. He took a step back from his red and swollen forehead, his purple eyes meeting the inorganic ones.

"It's only been one night that you've made yourself look like this." Shelley shrugged, "What's wrong?" ”

Luo Jia opened his mouth, looked behind Shelley, and made sure that there was no one else and then organized a few seconds of wording: "I...... I met with the Lady. ”

"Hmm."

And then ...... The wedding was nine days later. ”

“……”

"It's complicated......"

"I didn't mean anything else." Shelley picked up the searchlight, "I just wanted to tell you that the communication channel was always on. ”