"How did you find here?" Luo Jia asked casually to change the subject. Shelley raised his eyebrows and didn't say much: "We just found a place where the subspace fluctuations were strongest, and then found that someone locked themselves in the crack of reality. ”

"So you've been watching me." Luo Jia looked at the gray furnishings around him and said quietly. The paint on the insignia on the furniture has peeled off, but the black cat pattern of the Trivani family can still be seen, and small clusters of flowers surround the heraldic motif, no more, no less than nine.

There is an eerie atmosphere here, and it is as silent as a cemetery after a rain. This is not the first time that Luo Jia has broken into a place that does not fully comply with the laws of reality. But even in his eyes, the mansion was not suitable for accommodating a duke. It must have been untouched for at least fifty years, and the plush carpet was covered with a thick layer of dust, save for the drag marks left by Shelley's snake when he had just come along. Clusters of scattered white and red flowers were piled on the walls, not adding half of the life they deserved.

"Of course." Shelley looked at the sky and the earth with interest, but he didn't look at his own little protoplasm. "Your life is at stake for us."

"Oh." Luo Jia replied sullenly, "Can I know why?" ”

He lowered his head, rubbed his index fingers together for a long time, and spied on the look of the tech priest through the reflection of the floor.

"Strange goods, dear." She replied briskly, and stood up with the lamp, the flickering light reflecting the abandoned mansion even more gloomily, and the strange shadows on the velvet curtain were about to emerge. She turned and held out a hand to Roga.

"It's late, it's time to go home." Shelley's face was outlined with a circle of highlights, and his eyes stinged inexplicably. Luo Jia snorted and took her hand.

He stood up, but his heart spun around and fell into the bottomless cavern.

Luo Jia took Shelley's hand and walked past the dusty plush blanket and walked down the spiral staircase at odd angles. After walking for a long time, he finally saw a half-hidden door, behind which it was raining heavily, but he could still vaguely see that it was the flourishing garden he had seen in his dream.

The rain was beating on the remnants of the flowers, and the garden fence had been submerged in a man-high clump of weeds, which had not been left untended for a long, long time. If it weren't for the fact that Trivani's coat of arms still hung on the gate and the lights of the aristocratic mansion not far away, Roga would have almost wondered if this was really the home where the Duke of Casas had lived for generations.

He looked up and searched the dark night sky for the silver-blue moonlight, but all he could see was dark clouds. The terrifying moonlight seemed to have been taken away by the Lady.

Someone was watching him from the other end of the flower garden, a silver hair glistening wet in the rain, and next to him was a shadow that was hard to notice. They didn't move. Luo Jia turned his head and deliberately did not look at them. He was a little worried that Shelley would stop and that he would have to deal with some difficult people, which would be much worse than dealing with the Baroness.

Luckily, the mechanical priest didn't have that in mind. A carriage was parked on the side of the road, and the rider was a brown-skinned woman in a red gauze with a calm expression. Luo Jia's eyes widened slightly, not because of the mysterious timing of her appearance. His gaze swept over the other's shoulders and neck, trying to find the trace of the red thread.

"Naema, Lady Nefrita's personal maid." Shelley points out the other party's identity. Naema bowed slightly: "It's raining and the road is slippery, Naema is here to pick up the male host." ”

Shelley raised an eyebrow: "Did the Scarlet Baroness send you?" She's really caring. ”

Naema looked at her for two seconds before she slowly spoke, "Naema is here for the Lady. ”

"She ordered you to do this?"

The maid looked at her deeply: "No...... But the baroness does not blame the act of serving the man. ”

"It's loyal...... Then I'm going to bother you. The mechanical priest said meaningfully. Naema didn't move, she stared at Shelley's face, and whispered, "Madam, remember...... Everything that is seen in a dream is known to the lady. All that Casas ruled was nothing more than a dream of the baroness. ”

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"I'm angry." Victor said, changing his position so that he could lean more comfortably against the gargoyle. He slowly chiseled open the trophy in his hand with a sharp stone, carefully prying it open along the gap in the parietal bone, and exhaled with satisfaction as an intact and undamaged inner core came into view.

Frankly, he liked the girl. She is alert, her movements are clean, and there is no nonsense. But she had her favorite gargoyle - here he could see the curtained room diagonally opposite, with Roga just behind it.

"I don't, the original bodies are all crazy, that's normal." He inserted his fingers in and stirred it, pinching a piece of tissue that was still hot and stuffing it into his mouth.

The carriage rolled along, and the girl's life fluttered in Victor's skull like a startled bird. He saw her sweet childhood and bloody transformation. He saw her room by the window, the doll on the large floppy bed, and he saw blood splattered on the doll's face.

"It tastes good." He sucked his fingers loudly as Colfaron got out of the carriage, looked warily left and right, and lifted the curtain.

"It tastes like fermented cheese." The Midnight Lord retorted to himself, "It's not new. ”

"So you can only feel sorry for yourself here, moldy in the corner alone." He changed his tone, "Since we were born to do these things, why don't we enjoy them?" ”

"I'm not you." He said the dark liquid was trickling down from his footing and was quickly diluted and washed away by the rain.

"Because you're more stupid and will be captured by shoddy empathy or pity?"

"Because I'm bored." Victor replied sincerely, "He's a whirlpool, and I'm happy to dive headlong into it for something different." ”

"Hypocrisy." Some scoffed.

The Midnight Lord was silent, and he watched quietly as Luo Jia jumped out of the carriage, muddy water splashing on the hem of his new clothes. He stooped under the eaves and turned his head as if aware of it, meeting Victor's eyes through the rain.

Luo Jia looked at him in embarrassment for half a second, and staggered his gaze as if nothing had happened. The small back of the original body quickly disappeared behind the porch.

He seems healthy, lively, and even has the energy to toss people rather than be tossed. All in all, like a normal eight or nine-year-old.

The ill-intentioned voice came out of the Midnight Lord's throat again: "Now relieved? ”

Victor snorted noncommittally and continued to scrape the remaining soft tissue on the inside of his skull.

"Is it the instinctive desire to protect the chicks, or is it the effect of the so-called blood kinship, or are you just another victim of the child's charisma? Hee-hee-hee......-hee-

"Shut up, I'm not Fogrem and I'm not going to go crazy with those two guys. Just looking for something to do. ”

"Heh......"