The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

After lunch.

Walsh slowly walked to the windowsill. He stretched out his right hand and tried to stretch his hand out of the window. He looked carefully at his hand outside the window and said to himself:

"Nothing special. Maybe I didn't find it?"

He jumped lightly, came to the windowsill, and looked at the ground under the window.

It was a whole piece of grass. It was covered with blood-red weeds with leaves like sharp daggers. The crystal water droplets were still reflecting the light from the sky. Blood-red, like blood.

There were dark purple creepers growing on the wall outside the window, climbing around the window in a circle. When he stretched out his right hand, the creepers seemed to find a new support point and slowly stretched out their vines.

He quickly retracted his right hand, making the creepers' plan fall through.

After thinking about it, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​jumping out of the window.

He slowly walked to the door, pushed open the heavy wooden door with force, and looked out to observe the situation in the corridor.

The corridor on the right was covered with blood-red floor mats, and there was a light blue flame burning above. Except for the flat ground at the door, the corridor seemed to have turned into a winding mountain road.

He looked back cautiously at the other end of the corridor. The ground there became a little bumpy, and it seemed that even the light became distorted. Even more weird.

After thinking about it, he decided to explore to the right first. Lilith said that there was no danger, but he just couldn't get out.

But he still wanted to take the normal winding road instead of the corridor that looked weird.

The lights in the corridor often changed. Sometimes it was a very normal light yellow light, making the whole space a little more normal. Sometimes it was burning with blood-red flames, which made people feel creepy at a glance.

The artwork on the wall looked valuable. Although it was extremely exquisite, it made people feel weird.

It was creepy.

Walsh looked at a distorted abstract painting for a while, which made him feel desperate and collapsed.

He shook his head, came out of that state, and continued to walk forward with a frown.

In addition to the room he was in, there were indeed many rooms in the same space.

Most of these rooms were bedrooms, some were storage rooms, and there was also a public bathroom.

The interior of the room was quite normal, of course, relatively speaking.

There was an extremely strange clock hanging in this room. Its shape was composed of irregular curves, and the pointers on it were three constantly changing curves. Only the ends of the curves always moved steadily. The numbers on the dial were a kind of text that Walsh had never seen before. It looked even more weird.

He barely saw the current time clearly.

It was 10 minutes past 5 p.m.

In other words, he had spent the entire afternoon in these places.

When he walked out of this slightly smaller bedroom, Walsh continued his exploration.

When he came to a three-way intersection, he turned his head and looked at the other end of the intersection, and he stood there.

Finally, there was a different place.

The corridor turned into pure darkness, a kind of darkness like the abyss. Even the brightest light would not reflect.

It hides the original color of the corridor, making people's vision extremely distorted. Even if it is a flat ground, it will feel like there is a bottomless abyss in front of you.

At the end of the abyss, a gorgeous arch stands there. It emits bright light.

The arch is inlaid with gems of various colors and carved with countless gorgeous patterns. The symbol of freedom is carved right above the arch.

"Is this the exit?" He muttered to himself in disbelief.

But he looked at his feet and was afraid to move.

He leaned over and tried the darkness, and a solid feeling was transmitted to his fingers. But it made him feel even more weird.

The arch suddenly rippled like the surface of the water.

Then, the door was slowly pushed open, and Lilith slowly walked out of it pushing a small cart.

But in addition to this, Walsh also saw the scene behind the arch.

It was a dark sea.

"Why are you here?" Lilith looked at Prince Walsh at the end of the corridor in surprise.

"I just happened to walk here. I always feel that this place is too magical." Walsh's lips were a little pale, and he said reluctantly.

Lilith rolled her eyes and said casually:

"Well, that's just right. It's getting late. It's time to eat. Do you want to help me push the cart? I still need to look at the map."

"No problem." Walsh replied with a smile.

He saw Lilith walking on the bottomless abyss and pushing the cart to the corridor.

After handing the cart to Walsh, he took out a parchment roll.

On it was a map with a route printed on it.

"Is this the map of here?" Walsh asked.

Lilith raised her eyebrows and said in a reproachful tone:

"You are asking even though you know the answer. Of course it is here, otherwise why would I take it out? But don't think you can remember it after just one look. This place is constantly changing. You need to look at it every time."

She pointed to the right and continued, "Let's go. I remember the route."

Walsh followed Lilith's finger to look at the direction he came from and nodded. Asked:

"Would it be dangerous to take another route?"

"No. It's just that the other route will be very uneven. You don't want your dinner to fall on the carpet." Lilith replied.

"So that's how it is. Some places are not smooth." Walsh nodded and replied.

He saw Lilith walking in front of him, and he smiled and followed her.

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The sun had just set, adding a hint of chill to Damia.

Alok walked into the Dark Night Rose and saw a new singer on an empty stage in the bar.

He was slightly stunned and walked to his usual seat.

After asking the bartender for a beer and a lamb chop set, he half-lying on the sofa comfortably while listening to the singer's gentle and low voice.

He plucked the strings on the guitar, and with his somewhat low voice, he made people feel drowsy.

In the afternoon, he went to the Garosen District and also went to the police station. But he still couldn't find any news about Florian.

There was no news about Florian in the memory of a black man who had just been employed for a month.

This made him a little worried.

He might resign.

But it's normal to think about it.

Damei is too old, and Damei has too many dark skin.

It is difficult to find a specific person without external help.

And how can a new employee who has just joined the company recognize all of them?

When his beer was served, he took a big sip. He thought of Il again.

She seemed to be tinkering with her laboratory today. I don't know what happened.

Seeing a man coming out of the administrative area, he called him in a low voice: "Sandro."

Sandro then caught a glimpse of Alok sitting in the corner. So he trotted and came to Alok and asked with a smile:

"What do you want, Mr. Bilke?"

Alok pointed to the singer on the bar and asked gently:

"Is this our new singer? When was he hired?"

Sandro looked back at the stage and explained with a smile:

"He was hired yesterday. I want him to try today. If he is okay, he can stay."

Then, he took out a small notebook from his pocket and flipped through it, and continued to explain in detail to Alok:

"He is a nursery rhyme singer from Eton. His name is Uplov. He is 35 years old and has been playing music for more than 20 years. His monthly salary is 3 gold coins. It is not high. But he asked that all the reward income belong to him. I agreed on my own initiative."

Sandro looked at Alok and asked, "How is it?"

"No problem." Alok answered casually. "Eton. Hmm~~It reminds me of Sebastian. He is also from Eton."

"Hehe, it's a pity that Sebastian rejected our invitation." Sandro said with a grin. It seems a bit regrettable.

"He has other things to do." Alok answered casually.

He appreciated the music on the stage, resting his chin and drinking beer. He continued to say to Sandro:

"What do you think?"

Sandro touched his chin and gave a fair evaluation:

"Well~~ Not bad. It can be expected that the business of our upstairs guest rooms will be very good in the future."

"Hahaha, I am indeed a little sleepy. You are very humorous." Alok replied with a smile.