Are you sure that the darkness is the work of the Bloody Rose?" asked Sether.

"I don't know if she did this, after all, I've never seen her up close, and I've never set foot in the Cloud Castle. But one thing is certain, the darkness must have arisen because of her—you know, guest," said the hostess, "that her sorcery did not come from her own country, and that she was said to worship the gods of the Free States. The gods were savage and bloody, and the mere sight of the statues was enough to scare the soul away, and at first," the proprietress pressed her head closer to Syser, who resisted her urge to go back half a metre, "at first we just thought that she kept all kinds of snakes like she liked to raise men, but then we learned that, tsk, bathing in the blood of virgins was no longer her most terrible atrocity—she still drank blood! Can you believe it? She dared to drink blood! It is said that the snake valley in her territory is full of the corpses of innocent people...... On the night the Duchess of Windsor was born, there was a solar eclipse during the day, and as she grew older, this great darkness appeared every few years, each longer and more terrifying—you say, not because of her, but because of whom?"

"You've been an eye-opener to me, Madame Corn," Sether exclaimed, naturally with a look of deep shock, "I didn't know that, it was terrible and shocking...... You say the Duchess's name is—" He scratched his head as if the name was completely foreign to him.

"Her name is Murray Windsor, and her nickname is Bloody Rose. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember, what a special and terrible nickname, isn't it?" Sether nodded in admiration, "I mean, all over the Twelve Kingdoms, it's rare to hear that noble lady have such a creepy nickname, ah, dear lady, how lucky I was to meet you—do you have any other interesting or terrible stories to tell me?"

"I'm not telling a story, I'm 100 percent true, and—my good guest, don't you think it's enough to tell you that?" said the hostess, surprised.

"I can't blame it, you provoked my curiosity. I think what you've seen and heard could really make a good travelogue or a short horror book. Let's talk about it, just listening to these 'facts' you said, I don't need to drink alcohol. ”

The proprietress began to look embarrassed, and Sether's heart suddenly cooled, he originally thought that if he was lucky, he might be able to get some information about the hidden eyebrows from her mouth, but it seemed impossible.

However, he still planned to try again, in case, there happened to be one or several precious but mediocre pieces of information about the whereabouts of the hidden eyebrows, and if he missed it, wouldn't he be sorry to beat his chest?

So Sether weighed a little as to how he could get the information he wanted from the corn man, without revealing any details about the Hidden Eyebrows to outsiders, which made him a little more obtrusive, but he was quick to get the talk.

"When I came to Jalal, I found that there are so many beautiful women here, such as you, Madame Corn. Sether complimented.

"Hahaha, where is it, you praise it falsely. Although the proprietress said that her mouth was modest, her whole face was red, and she smiled wildly, "I am a lot older, and I have nothing to do with beautiful women." ”

"Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin. You are also much more beautiful than your peers now, and you must be a great beauty with excellent demeanor compared to when you were younger. ”

"Hahaha, this guest, you really have nothing to say. When I wasn't married, the boys who chased me went from one end of the village to the other, and they all lined up to bring me chocolates and sweets—hey, why did I eat them all......

"Speaking of beauty, my aesthetic is a little different from the average person," Seiser began to introduce the topic into the field he wanted, "Mrs. Corn, some men think that big breasts and fat buttocks, or bewitching and beautiful women are beauty, but I don't like this. ”

"Then your tastes are really special," the proprietress began to worry about her woman, who had such different tastes, and her daughter happened to be the type of woman with big breasts and fat buttocks, which was the most common in the whole country of Jalal, "so what kind of woman do you like?"

"I can't talk about it, it's just appreciation," Sether waved his hand, "I stay away from anything that is too flamboyant or too sexy, so many famous beauties seem to me to be inferior to an ordinary village woman." ”

"Oh my God. The proprietress began to feel frustrated again, feeling that her daughter was completely out of action.

"I think beauty should arouse men's desire to conquer and create. ”

"Desire to create...... What is that?" the proprietress began to understand the young guest's thoughts as she got older, she didn't know a few words, and now she felt like she was falling into five layers of fog.

"It's to inspire a man, like writing a poem for her, composing music for her, writing a book for her. Sether's eyes began to appear in front of the hidden eyebrows' lovely and stubborn delicate face, and the tone of his voice involuntarily became gentle, and his eyes radiated the peculiar misty halo of a person in love, almost dumbfounded the proprietress "She should have thick silver-gray curly hair, tall and long figure, white glowing skin, singing like an angel, figure like an antelope, her eyes flashing with the silver light of the moon, her posture is wonderful, as light as if she can fly to the sky at any time......" Sether described his hidden appearance with strong emotion, and he glanced at the proprietress who was completely mesmerized by his description, "So, Madame Corn, have you ever seen this type of girl?"

"Uh-uh, what? You're asking me. Oooh. For the first time in her life, the proprietress was moved by this poetic way, and she felt Sether's passion and love between the lines, and almost forgot to dominate the dialogue battlefield, "I have never seen this kind of beauty in my life—but then again, this kind of beauty is rare in the whole of Velogosa, because if there is really a woman who looks like you, then she must be a woman who will be remembered at a glance for a lifetime - does such a beauty really exist?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it doesn't exist, who knows?" Seiser smiled indifferently, it seemed that this proprietress really hadn't seen the hidden eyebrows, so she couldn't give him more information he wanted, and now it was time to leave.

"What?" "As soon as Sether's front foot left the table, Mrs. Corn cried out in a hurry, and she tried to grab his arm, but his movements were too fast and his pace was too great for her to catch him, "You're leaving?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, the bag of silver coins on the table is an extra gift for you," Seser said without replying, "Thank you Madame Corn for the wonderful story I will never forget." ”

Sether mounted his horse without anyone's help, and the horses neighed, hooves sounded, smoke billowed and disappeared from the sight of the proprietress in an instant.

"It's a pity," muttered Madame Corn, looking at the silver coin pouch in her hand, "he still hasn't seen my daughter yet." ”