The Final Knight

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Entering the room and taking off his coat, the Viscount Byrd could not help showing a smug, confident smile. He can feel that the opponent has completely conceded. In fact, except for a little surprise when he first entered the castle, the situation was always in his hands. The young man's performance was exactly the same as what the Viscount Byrd thought. Although he has confidence, ideas, and actions. But in the aristocratic world, these are far from enough. Thinking of this, Viscount Bird shook his head with a smile, and then he pulled the chair away, sat at the desk, picked up the white stationery, and began to write a report to the patriarch. Although it was said that after he went back, he could report to the patriarch in person, but sometimes, some written things were also essential. After all, the so-called airlessness is not justified, and the elder patriarch is also older. It is always safe to do things.

"About this Mr. Felix, my opinion is..."

The night is getting deeper.

Thick dark clouds enveloped the sky, blocking the bright night, and covering the castle in a shadow.

Time passed by one minute and one second. I don't know how long it took. The Viscount Bird raised his head and let out a long breath. Then he put down his pen and looked at the report before him with satisfaction. The above has fully recorded what he saw and heard after coming to the castle, as well as his judgment and views on the lord. Of course, although Yulian’s performance was as expected by the Viscount Bird, he did not think The person's life experience is very simple. At least from the decoration of this castle, it can be seen that this Felix family may have had a high status before. Perhaps, after going back, he should be more focused on this...

Thinking of this, the Viscount Bird could not help but dry, he reached for the water bottle on the table, then poured a glass of water and drank it in one breath. The clear spring water brings a hint of coolness, and at the same time makes the body relax a lot.

what time is it now?

It was only then that the Viscount Bird suddenly thought of this problem. He looked around unconsciously, but he didn’t see anything in the room that reminded him of his time. He frowned, as a guest room, since it was for Can't you be more careful when the guests prepare? Forget it, the rural wilderness is the rural wilderness, and they are not expected to understand too much. Thinking of this, Viscount Bird no longer asked for anything. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at himself.

At this moment, there was a soft footstep outside the door, and then, a knock on the door sounded.

"Mr. Juve Bird, do you have anything else you need?"

A beautiful young girl's voice came. It seemed that Viscount Bird had heard the voice somewhere. By the way, she should be the maid who accompanies the young kid in the afternoon.

Thinking of this, Viscount Byrd licked his lower lip involuntarily and had to say that the young imp, although not proficient in negotiation, was quite talented, and these maids did not know where he got it from. It's really pretty and lovely, especially the dress...……Viscount Bird narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the maid is a private property belonging to the nobleman, but the imp is not a formal nobleman, then...

"Yes, I still have..."

Thinking of this, the Viscount Bird laughed, and then he began to respond to the other party's words, but the Viscount Bird's words were not finished, and a low bell suddenly sounded, interrupting his speech.

"Dang... Dang..."

This ancient and rhythmic bell seemed to have a magical power that could not be spoken. Not only did it interrupt the words of Viscount Byrd, but it was more like an unknown hand, which pinched his throat and forced him to swallow it. The next words. As the bell rang, the entire castle began to slowly produce some unknown changes.

"It's twelve o'clock, Miss O'Falil."

Hearing the bell, Aileen, who was serving O'Falriel reading, widened her eyes in surprise and looked out the window.

"You should rest."

"Twelve o'clock..."

Hearing this, O'Falil closed the book in her hand. She looked at the heavy door silently, then frowned slightly.

"Eileen, you don't have to go back to the room today."

"Hey?"

Hearing O'Falliar's words, Eileen froze for a moment.

"No need to go back to the room...?"

"Yes, I don't think you have forgotten the rules of the castle. No one can go out without permission after midnight, right?"

"But, but I..."

"do not worry."

Looking at Irene's anxiety and panic, O'Falil showed her amiable smile to her, and then she reached out and pressed Irene's shoulder.

"Tonight, you can just sleep with me."

"Hey? Hey?!"

Hearing this, Eileen's eyes widened in surprise, staring at the girl in front of her.

"Miss O'Falil, is this really okay? I'm just a servant...and the master he..."

"We should go to rest."

O'Falley interrupted Irene's speech, and then she stood up and closed the window outside. With the help of the dim fire, she saw a white light flashing in front of her, and then disappeared.

"I think Lord Lord has other things to do, I won't care about us."

Twelve times.

After striking twelve times, the heavy bell returned to silence, and the Twilight Castle also accompanied this signal to complete some kind of unspeakable change from the inside out.

What is going on?

Viscount Bird frowned, and the bell just now made him feel uneasy. The room that was originally warm also feels as cold as a tomb.

Is it an illusion?

Thinking of this, Viscount Bird shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Then he looked at the door and finished what he had just interrupted.

"I'm a little hungry and want some supper."

"..........................."

No one responded.

"Are you listening?"

The Viscount Bird frowned, and he spoke again, but he heard no response. what happened? Did the maid leave just now? Don't even listen to guests' requests? Just leave it alone? There is really no upbringing! Thinking of this, Viscount Bird frowned involuntarily. He opened the door of the guest room and looked out, but he could not see the half figure.

Under the dim light, the corridor was dim, and even the furnishing in the distance could not be seen clearly, but it was indeed empty. The maid who stood at his door just now and asked himself was obviously gone.

Really sick.

Viscount Byrd shrugged his shoulders and then closed the door. Although he felt a little uncomfortable to lose such an "intimate contact", such things as women were everywhere, waiting to return to the city, with his appearance, status and Money, what kind of woman do you want? This time, I just wanted to eat something fresh. It doesn't matter if I can get the best.

At this moment, the eyes of Viscount Byrd swept over the desk, intentionally or unintentionally, and then immediately fixed it there.

He clearly saw that on the table, in the water bottle, a huge spider was slowly crawling out of it. Its dark, huge body and fluff were covered with water droplets, and he did not know what it was. Time to get in. But this is not the point, there will be spiders in the water bottle? And you drank the water inside just now? !

Thinking of this, Viscount Bird could not help feeling a nausea, he didn't even have time to react, so he knelt directly on the ground and vomited, spider! That's a spider! The grace is on! This group of countrymen, they dare to do this! Damn it! Are these guys intentional! Severe nausea filled the mind of Viscount Byrd. He was lying on the ground, and he had lost the elegance and confidence of the day. Until the dinner was spit out, it was finally better. The Viscount Bird stood up gasping, turning his face in a gleaming face. This is absolutely intolerable to him! From birth to now, no one has ever dared to do this to him! Regardless of whether these **** rednecks are intentional or unintentional, they must find their accounts!

The angry Viscount Byrd opened the door in one hand, and at that moment, the icy wind passed through the gap of the door and entered the room. With the breeze, the swaying lights suddenly went out. .

The whole room became dark, but the Viscount Byrd did not fluctuate because of it. He blinked hard until he adjusted to the darkness. He coughed hard, and then he planned to walk out of the room. , He suddenly stopped.

It wasn’t the old corridor that appeared in front of the Viscount Byrd. Instead, it was a luxurious room with white and tidy beds, pulled chairs, and a few sheets of white paper on the desk. The cup and kettle just finished drinking water, and not far from the feet, a pile of dirty vomit exuded a strong smell of ugliness.

Isn't this your own room? When did he leave? No, Viscount Bird remembered very clearly that he should have just left the room, not returned to the room?

Thinking of this, the Viscount Bird turned involuntarily to look around. Sure enough, on both sides of him, there was still a dark corridor. Obviously, no matter how it looked, this was the Viscount Byrd was planning to enter his room, not go away.

How is this going? What happened?

The Viscount Bird frowned, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he looked back, he was completely sure that the world is definitely not normal at the moment.

Something is wrong.

If it’s someone else who encounters this weird scene, I must have panicked, and the Viscount Bird still calms himself at the moment. He also understands that this is not normal, but if he is at a loss at this time, he is also There is no help for the whole thing.

Thinking of this, Viscount Byrd turned his head again and walked to the next room. He reached out and knocked heavily on the door. In that room was his most faithful attendant, Thomson.

"Boom boom!"

A heavy knock on the door sounded, drifting slowly in the dark, silent corridor, but there was no response.

"Thomson!"

Viscount Bird concealed his anxiety and knocked on the door again, and this time, there was a reaction inside.

"the host?"

Along with this voice, the faithful servant opened the door, looking at the Viscount Bird with curly eyes, curiously. He really couldn't understand why his master didn't rest at night and ran to knock on his door?

"What happened?"

"there are some problems."

After seeing the familiar faces of his servants, the Virgin Bird's uneasy mood also relaxed a lot, but he still maintained the majesty of the nobility, frowning and speaking.

"I encountered some strange things, Thomson."

"Strange thing?"

The faithful servant stared at his master suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"Yes."

Viscount Bird nodded heavily, gritted his teeth.

"Son is on, do you know what I saw just now? These **** country wild men, in the water bottle they prepared for me, actually crawled out of a spider! And I just drank water with that water bottle!"

"Oh, this...............this........."

Hearing his master's words, Thomson immediately awoke a lot. He widened his eyes in surprise, staring at his master.

"Master, is this true? How dare these guys do this?! They are too much!"

"Of course, I absolutely will not allow them to trample on the dignity of the Bird family."

Viscount Bird nodded vigorously, seeing the familiar look of his servants, which made him less concerned about the strange things that had happened just now. It may be that he was dizzy, and he might have forgotten what he had gone out.

"Now, you and I will immediately go to Mr. Felix, and I will face him! Right, come to my room and hold the **** water bottle and spider, let him take a good look!"

"Of course, master!"

Upon hearing the order of the Viscount Bird, Thomson immediately followed him out of the room, and then he shivered involuntarily and looked around.

"Strange, why does it seem so cold?"

"In early spring, cold is natural."

The Viscount Bird replied casually, at this moment his heart was already burning with anger.

"but……………"

"Ok?"

The Viscount Bird looked impatiently at his servants.

"what happened again?"

"Master, where is your room?"

"Aren't you just there?"

Viscount Bird followed his fingers, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

At the place where it was supposed to be the door of the guest room, there was only a bare wall at the moment, and there was no sign of the existence of the room at all.

The Viscount Bird frowned, did he remember it wrong? But when he turned around and looked at his servants, he realized that things were really not right.

They had just walked out of Thomson's room, less than a minute before and after, but right now, behind them, there was still only a bare wall, no doors, no windows, nothing.

"Master, master? What about my room?!"

And Thomson was aware of the problem at the moment. He widened his eyes in surprise and asked with a stuttering opening.

"Sacred Grace is up, Master, I remember we just came out of my room, right, I remember it!"

"Shut up! Of course we know!"

Viscount Byrd sullenly stopped his servant's words coldly, but deep in his heart, he suddenly emerged from his childhood, once listening to the story told by his family.

"Dangerous and evil curses are buried in that huge and terrible castle. It will grab every visitor mercilessly and eat them completely..."

Nonsense!

Viscount Byrd shook his head and threw the unknown thought behind his head. Then he walked to the decorated armor by the corridor and pulled out the long sword at hand.

"Go, let's go to Mr. Felix."

There was still silence in the corridor, only the footsteps of the master and slave echoed in the corridor. Viscount Byrd held a long sword and walked slowly in the corridor. He clearly remembered that when he came up, there were guest rooms on both sides of the corridor, but now, there is no shadow of the door, only the bare walls. Other than that, there are decorative armor and murals, and nothing else exists.

But what about stairs?

"Master, we have been away for dozens of minutes..."

Following behind Viscount Byrd, Thomson asked uncomfortably.

"Shut up, of course I know!"

Now, the development of the matter is no longer abnormal, but completely abnormal. Even if the castle is even bigger, a section of corridor, how can it be possible to walk for dozens of minutes without ending? This is not at all reasonable. Viscount Bird remembered clearly that after they came up, the maids clearly arranged them close to the exit of the stairs-but now, Viscount Bird no longer believes in his memory.

That's right, he remembered that he was clearly out of the house, but he came in. The corridor, which is obviously very short, seems to have no end at the moment. This made the Viscount Byrd more puzzled. Was his memory really correct? Did you really write a letter just now? Did you really chat with that Mr. Felix?

Are you dreaming? Or has it really happened?

"anyone there?"

The Viscount Bird yelled, but there was no response. The maids I saw when I came to this castle are now completely gone. As if they had never appeared and never existed.

"Lord, Master.........I..."

"Shut up, I tell you to shut up!"

Moving forward against the wall, Viscount Byrd felt more and more nervous. He clenched the long sword in his hand, hoping that this would give him a little comfort. At this moment, he finally saw the handrail of the stairs not far away.

finally reached!

Seeing the handrail of the stairs, the Viscount Bird couldn't hold back his excitement. He stepped forward, and just as the Viscount Byrd was about to turn the corner, suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of him.

"!!!"

Although this sudden black shadow shocked the Viscount Bird, he was once a nobleman who had trained in swordsmanship. When he saw the black shadow, the long sword in the Viscount Bird's hands was already there. A half circle was formed in mid-air and cut on the shadow.

"Yeah!"

A crisp, sharp screaming sounded, and Black Shadow did not notice the sudden attack. It made a screaming scream, and then rolled down the stairs, straight to the middle of the stairs, and then stopped. .

At this moment, the Viscount Bird also saw the true face of the shadow.

That was a young girl in a maid costume. Her original beautiful face had been sunk by a bump, and there was bright red blood flowing on her chest. At this moment, she was opening her godless eyes, watching the standing on the stairs The Viscount Byrd. There was no light of life in those dim eyes.

She is dead.

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