The sharp screams filled with fear reached the ears of every guest in the living room, making their hearts tremble and feel uncontrollably afraid.
The painter Maren was very sensitive to this. He looked at Count Puyver with concern, looking pale and unhealthy.
"what's going on?"
At this time, Count Puyver was frowning slightly, looking a little confused.
Hearing Maren's question, he came back to his senses and smiled naturally:
"Maybe there was an accident. I'll ask the servants to find out the details. Don't worry, it won't affect us. What could have happened?"
After saying this, Count Puyfer motioned to his personal valet who was standing in a corner of the living room to go to the place where the screaming occurred.
Then he said to all the guests:
"Keep going."
As he spoke, the member of the Soran family turned his gaze towards Lumian.
Compared to the Cancan dance, which is full of sexual connotations, the Twist dance seems relatively abnormal as long as it is performed by a man and a woman, and it just looks more funny.
"Do a little twist dance. If you can do it, find someone to teach you."
Of course, that was not because there was still some "Blood Emperor" aura remaining under Elite's body, secretly affecting him.
"Just call it 'Coffee House'."
Puifur totally cared, putting away bad banknotes and chatting about his own aesthetics.
The driver was determined for two seconds, but finally chose to disobey the order.
Compared to the horrible mumblings I heard every time I received a gift, the wonderful performance of the symphony orchestra was amazing.
"Whether it's meaningful or not, I just thought of such a term." Maren shook his head, threw away the handkerchief and tissue stained with paint, and pulled up his torn pants. "The painting itself is meaningless."
That also means success is certain, not safe, but at most worse than the King Cake game participants becoming increasingly irritable and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other.
"Since it was you who proposed the game, you have to break the rules. Does he think highly of you and think you need the 80,000 Felkins?"
The last second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if it had evaporated into thin air.
To get from the living room to the dining room, one must pass through the small hall of the castle's main building. Elette, who had recovered, saw from the corner of her eye several maids and butlers busying around near the corridor.
"The painting is not signed with the word 'Emperor', the title, well, Maren, he didn't have any idea?"
Flushed... Elite's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked away.
Does Earl Qi Huaqi have any questions about this
While observing the look on the face of the Sauron family member, Elaite tried his best to think of a way to get rid of this crazy spirit:
After a while, the carriage arrived at this ugly monastery that looked like an oil painting. Even in the gloomy night, the gold on the wall reflected the crimson moonlight, making it look dreamy.
"That doesn't make any sense?" asked Cornell, editor-in-chief of the Great Tewil newspaper.
While we were discussing, Count Lumien's personal maid walked back to the small living room and whispered something in the mistress's ear.
I immediately nodded heavily, signaled the personal maid to return to her previous position, and acted as if it was no big deal.
"Which district is he going to?"
Eloise relaxed and left her seat, twisting her body in a very unfamiliar way.
Count Lumian's eyelids twitched, and he smiled and said:
If this mad spirit had shown any sign of reaction to my taking the sacrifice, I would have known how to stop it from hovering over everyone's heads.
This mad spirit grew angrier and more violent.
Seeing that every participant showed an instinctive obedience, Elaite quietly exhaled, smiled and said:
We were mopping up a reddish stain.
After all the participants had their turn, I straightened up and said with a condescending attitude:
The woods in the distance suddenly became whiter and darker, and the river flowing through the area seemed to be dyed blood red.
“Draw a picture with your butt.”
The participants in the King Cake game still looked wildly cold, but they were no longer so irritable and gentle.
That means I did it right!
Elite believed that the scream just now and the mad mental circle were definitely related.
From time to time, screams could be heard from the castle, making people's hair stand on end and their backs feel hot.
Almost at the same time, the circling crazy spirit emitting negative influence seemed to be provoked and suddenly fixed below Elite's head.
Count Lumian stood up and gestured for him to come in with a smile:
Seeing that scene, the great novelist Arnold suddenly had an inspiration:
Another scream suddenly rang out.
By then, Ilett will not be able to "teleport" to escape, and among the others, except for Count Lumian, it is estimated that no one will be able to survive.
Since it has no way to make a real sound and dares to invade my body, this crazy spirit can only indirectly affect my emotions and state.
Safe creatures... Elite narrowed his eyes, opened the door of the carriage, and jumped in nervously.
"He'll wait for you in the big town out back."
Just now it was a woman, now it’s a man.
For the participants of the King Cake Game, if Qi Huaqi had tried it, we would have been in doubt, but if he had done it, there would be no great hope.
Elite felt the rage, hatred, and gnashing of teeth that wanted to tear out his soul.
Qi Hua tried to evade the question, so he just smeared paint on his butt and printed it on the drawing paper several times, barely completing a work that looked like a child's graffiti.
It poured out all kinds of negative emotions, as if cursing the lowly human who dared to eat its sacrifice.
I was the only one who was not afraid, but smiled instead.
Suddenly, Thermiporos's magnificent and layered voice echoed in Elaite's ears:
Thinking of that, Elite cast his eyes towards the offering still on the plate, then leaned forward and backward, stretched out his left hand, and picked it up.
As agreed, I let the poet Puif sit in my seven-wheeled, seven-seat carriage, and gave him only 3,000 fil gold on the pretext that I had no money to carry with me.
Count Lumian shook his head:
It also hovered over the heads of the others, circling just below Elaite's head, sometimes trying to land, sometimes trying to tear the target to pieces, but it always stopped instinctively due to the breath of Alistair Tudor.
As Elite watched me and the carriage leave, he hurriedly took out the "torture" gloves from the briefcase in his hand and put them on his hands casually and violently.
When the carriage started moving, Elaite asked:
When dinner started, everyone said goodbye one after another. Qi Huaqi also found Count Lumian and took out the seven heavy gold bars with a smile.
"Keeping a secret means being able to tell anyone about today's game situation."
"Today's game begins here."
"Just take you to the Convent of the Sacred Heart," Puif said with a smile, "You can find a friend outside. A sponsored poet will always have a drink with his friends."
"Loss... harm... safety..."
After watching Puyfer walk into the monastery, Ilett told the driver to return to Fountain Street in the Memorial Church area.
pS: The audiobook of Fate cannot be pre-ordered today~
When the handsome but pale and tired painter Mullen heard about painting with the buttocks for the first time, he didn't stand there in a daze, but he knew what to do.
"It's probably that the servant who was cleaning up the situation was frightened by some of the more terrifying scenes."
"How about you frame it and send it to the art critics? See what we think of a work like that.
Elite ate the sacrificial piece of king cake bite by bite, treating the tangible anger and curses of the mad spirit as music to his ears.
On the one hand, we were guests and had the right to inquire about what happened in the castle, but on the other hand, we gradually immersed ourselves in the King's Cake game, without any chill, irritability or anxiety, and paid no attention to other things as we did later.
Under the influence of the mad aura of the hidden "Blood Emperor", even if Elaite fully concentrated his mind, he could not hear what the other party was saying, and could only barely distinguish a few words:
Lumian endured the slight madness that permeated his body and looked at the painter Maren and said:
Guests including literary critic An Yong accepted that explanation.
"The last task:
Count Lumian's expression was slightly gloomy, revealing a hint of solemnity.
As the prankster of Cordu Village, he has a lot of options in his arsenal, enough to give every game participant an "unforgettable" task.
Ma Lun avoided the crowd, wiped his butt, and thought:
"You guys go to the restaurant now."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Eros and Laurent, who were still immersed in the game atmosphere, responded in unison with respectful expressions.
"No safe creature is following him, from Red Swan Castle onwards.
This strange and terrifying thing did not leave because it could not invade Qi Huaqi's body. It still lingered in the air, becoming a little weaker, and even spreading gentleness, bloodthirstiness, and irritability.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Elite began to assign tasks to the remaining participants.
That scream came from somewhere in Red Swan Castle, and belonged to the same person as the one that came later.
Sacred Heart Monastery... Elaite nodded heavily, lowered his voice, and gave instructions to the driver.
From the moment he presented the gold bars, he had been observing the "emperor's" every move and subtle expression, trying to figure out why he got to eat the king's cake with the gold coins instead of himself.
I said to the driver with the remaining dignity from my later role as the emperor:
During that process, Elite was also distracted by arranging fan tasks, and found that the participants only had eyes for the game.
The great novelist Arnoli and others, influenced by the idea that they had accepted a mission and could help others escape, were just excited and made a fuss. They asked the servants around them to bring paint and drawing paper, and they also took the initiative to "help" Qi Hua untie his belt.
Elite let out a breath quietly, turned his head and said to Eloise beside him:
In my opinion, it would be fine if "Char" took the sacrifice!
But this was not Lumian's biggest concern, as the bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area made him very worried.
Finally, Elite finished eating the sacrifice, and the crazy spirit hovering over my head came to an abrupt end.
"That's polite." Elite responded with a smile, without any hesitation, and quickly and smoothly put the gold bar back into his pocket.
"It is hostile and about to attack."
Can we always wait until everyone has completed their assigned tasks? Yes, there is still one step missing. When the next King's Cake game starts, the King's Cake presented to Vermonda Solon will be eaten by Count Qi Huaqi...
Elite brought the king cake, which was offered as a sacrifice, to his mouth and took a small bite.
Amid the sound of horse hooves, patches of woods and fertile fields were left behind.
Of course, before I eat the sacrifice, there will be changes that will bring new safety, and I have no way of predicting it, but in the current situation, it is better to do something than to do nothing.