The shrill screams full of fear reached the ears of every guest in the large living room, making their hearts tremble and they felt uncontrollably afraid.
The painter Mullen was very sensitive to this, and he looked at Count Puiver and asked with concern:
"What happened?"
At this time, Count Puiver was frowning slightly, slightly confused.
Hearing Mullen's question, he came back to his senses and smiled easily and naturally:
"There may be an accident, I asked the servant to ask about the specific situation, don't worry, this won't affect us, what can happen?"
After saying that, Count Puiver motioned for the personal servant in the corner of the large living room to go to the place where the scream occurred.
Then he said to all the guests:
"Continue, continue."
As he spoke, the member of the Sauron family set his sights on Lumian.
From the moment he offered the gold bar, he had been observing the "emperor's" every move and subtle expression, trying to figure out why he ate the king's cake with gold coins instead of himself.
Lumian endured the little madness that permeated his body, looked at the painter Maren and said:
"Draw a picture with your ass."
As the prank king of Kordu Village, he has so many options in his arsenal that he can assign a mission to every game participant present that they will "forget".
But this was not what Lumian was most concerned about, and the bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area worried him greatly.
This strange, terrifying thing did not leave because it could not invade Lumian's body, it still hovered in mid-air, not weakening at all, and even spreading irritability, bloodthirstiness, and irritability.
Lumian also suspected that the scream just now had some connection with the crazy spirit hovering.
The handsome but pale and tired painter Mullen heard about painting with his buttocks for the first time, and he was a little stunned and didn't know what to do.
Novelist Arnolli and others, influenced by the idea that they had already received the task and could not let others escape, not only got excited and asked the servants around them to bring paints and drawing paper, but also took the initiative to "help" Mullen untie the belt.
Mullen couldn't escape, so he had to paint his buttocks and print it on the drawing paper several times in a row, barely completing a toddler's graffiti-like work.
Seeing this scene, the novelist Arnoli suddenly had an idea:
"How about we frame it and send it to those art critics? See what they would say about such a work.
"The signature of the painting is the word 'emperor', the title, well, Mullen, what do you think?"
Mullen avoided everyone, wiped his buttocks, and thought for a moment:
"It's called 'Cafe'."
"What's the point of this?" Cornell, editor-in-chief of the Little Trier newspaper, asked curiously.
"It's meaningless, I just thought of such a term." Mullen shook his head, dropped the painted handkerchief and soft paper, and lifted his pants, "This painting itself has no meaning."
As they discussed, Count Puifer's personal servant walked back to the large living room and whispered a few words in his master's ear.
Affected by the hidden crazy aura of the "Blood Emperor", even if Lumian was fully concentrated, he couldn't hear what the other party was saying clearly, and could only barely distinguish a few words:
"Losing ...... Injure...... DANGER ......
Count Puiver's expression was slightly dark, revealing a slight sense of solemnity.
He immediately nodded slightly, signaling the personal servant to return to his position just now, while he put on a look that was not a big deal.
Lumian observed the expression of this member of the Sauron family as he tried his best to think of a way to let the crazy spirit leave:
You can't wait until everyone has completed the assigned task, right? No, there is still one step missing, at the end of the last king pie game, it was dedicated to Fomunda. Sauron's piece of the king's cake was eaten by Count Puyfer......
Thinking of this, Lumian turned his gaze to the sacrifice still on the plate, then leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, and picked it up.
Count Puiver had no questions about this.
In his opinion, if "Ciel" doesn't take that sacrifice, there will be a problem!
Almost at the same time, the crazy spirit that circulated and exuded negative effects seemed to be provoked and suddenly fixed above Lumian's head.
It poured out all kinds of negative emotions, as if cursing this humble human who dared to eat his own sacrifice.
Lumian felt anger, hatred, and gritted teeth like he wanted to tear his soul apart.
Not only was he not afraid, but he smiled.
This shows that he did it right!
If the crazy spirit didn't react much to his act of taking the sacrifice, he didn't know how to stop the other party from continuing to linger above everyone's heads.
This does not mean that it will be successful, and there may be dangers, but at least it is better than the participants of the king cake game becoming more and more irritable and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other.
At that time, Lumian could still "teleport" to escape, and no one else, except for Count Puifer, probably won't survive.
Of course, he couldn't predict whether there would be any changes and new dangers after he ate the sacrifice, but in this situation, it was better to do it than not to do it well.
For the participants of the King's Pie Game, if Lumian didn't try, they would surely die, and if they did, there was still a lot of hope.
Lumian brought the piece of the king's cake as a sacrifice to his mouth and took a big bite.
The mad spirit became more and more angry and violent.
It didn't hover above the other people's heads, hovering above Lumian's head, sometimes trying to fall, sometimes trying to tear the target, but it was all in the way of Arista. Tuduo's breath stopped instinctively.
Another scream suddenly sounded.
This came from somewhere in Red Swanstein Castle, and the scream before did not belong to the same person.
Just now it was a man, now it is a woman.
Count Puyver's eyelids jumped and he smiled:
"It should be the servant who was cleaning up the accident and was frightened by some of the more terrifying scenes."
Literary critic Ernst & Young and other guests accepted this explanation.
On the one hand, they are guests and have no right to ask about what is happening in the castle, while on the other hand, they are gradually immersed in the game of king's pie, a little fanatical, a little impatient, a little anxious, and not as concerned about other things as before.
Lumian ate the king's cake as a sacrifice one bite at a time, taking the invisible anger and curse of the crazy spirit as music playing in his ears.
Compared to the horror murmurs he heard every time he received a gift, this was the beautiful performance of the symphony.
On the premise that he could not really make a sound and did not dare to invade his body, the crazy spirit could only indirectly affect his emotions and state.
During this process, Lumian was also distracted by the tasks of different people, and found that only the game was left in the eyes of the participants.
From time to time, there was a scream in the castle, which made people's hair stand on end and send chills down their spine.
Finally, Lumian finished gnawing on the sacrifice, and the crazy spirit hovering above him suddenly stopped.
The next second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if evaporating out of thin air.
The participants in the king's pie game still seem enthusiastic, but they are no longer so irritable and irritable.
Lumian exhaled quietly, turned his head to Eros beside him, and said:
"Dance a twisting dance, if you don't know how to do it, just find someone to teach you."
Compared with the cancan dance, which is full of sexual connotations, as long as it is not danced by men and women, it seems relatively normal, but it looks more funny.
Eros relaxed, left her seat, and twisted her body less skillfully.
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Lumian arranged tasks for the remaining participants.
After all the participants had taken their turn, he straightened up and said with a posture of looking down at everyone:
"Last mission:
"Keep it a secret and can't tell anyone about today's game situation."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Eros and Laurent, who were still immersed in the atmosphere of the game, responded in unison, looking respectful.
Of course, this is also the reason why Lumian still has some "Blood Emperor" aura hidden in his body.
Seeing that each participant exhibited an instinctive obedience, Lumian quietly exhaled and smiled, saying:
"This is the end of today's game."
Count Puiver then stood up, smiled and made a gesture of invitation:
"Let's go to the restaurant now."
From the living room to the dining room, he inevitably passed through the hall of the main building of the castle, and out of the corner of his eye, Lumian, who had returned to normal, saw several servants and maids busy near the corridor.
They were using a mop to clean a red water mark.
Red...... Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly and he withdrew his gaze.
When the dinner was over, everyone took their leave, and Lumian also found Count Puiver and took out the five heavy gold bars with a smile.
Count Puiver shook his head:
"Since it's the game I proposed, then I have to follow the rules, do you look down on me and think I lack these 30,000 Felkin?"
"It's polite." Lumian responded with a smile, without humility, and quickly and smoothly stuffed the gold bar back into his pocket.
According to the agreement, he let the poet Elite get into his four-wheeled four-seater carriage and gave him only 3,000 Fairkin on the pretext of the limited banknotes he carried.
Elite didn't care at all, put down the bills, and talked about his aesthetics.
When the carriage moved, Lumian asked:
"Which district are you going to?"
"Just send me to the Monastery of the Sacred Heart." Ellet said with a smile, "I go there to find a friend, and the poet who gets sponsorship will always find a friend to have a big drink."
Monastery of the Sacred Heart...... Lumian nodded slightly, raised his voice, and ordered the coachman.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at the beautiful monastery like an oil painting, even in the dark night, the gold on the surface of the wall reflected the crimson moonlight, which looked extremely dreamy.
After watching Eliette enter the monastery, Lumian ordered the coachman to return to the Spring Street in the memorial parish.
In the sound of hooves of horses, forests and fertile fields were left behind.
Suddenly, Thermiporos' magnificent cascading voice echoed in Lumian's ears:
"A dangerous creature is stalking you, starting at Red Swanstein Castle.
"It's hostile and about to attack."
Dangerous Creatures...... Lumian squinted his eyes, calmly opened the door of the carriage, and jumped down easily.
He said to the coachman with the remaining majesty of the emperor before:
"You wait for me in the town ahead."
The coachman hesitated for two seconds and finally chose to follow the order.
Lumian watched him and the carriage leave, while unhurriedly taking out the "torture" gloves from the briefcase he was carrying, and calmly and casually put the iron-black ones on his hands.
The nearby woods suddenly became darker, and the river flowing through this place seemed to be stained red like blood.
ps: The fateful audiobook can be reserved today~
(End of this chapter)