Chapter 428 Living Man
Einhorn? Although Lumian was an out-of-school youth, he had received a strict education from Aurore and knew that this surname represented the royal family of the Fursark Empire in the north.
He had seen Elos in Puiver before. Sauron was restrained and well-behaved in front of him, thinking that her father's family was not very outstanding, and even had declined, so she had to come to her cousin, who knew that she had such a prominent surname.
You must know that since the establishment of the Furthark Empire in the late Quaternary period, it has been more than a thousand years, and the throne has always been owned by the Einhorn family, and the Sauron family has lost the throne of Intis for almost two hundred years.
Albus. Medici looked at Eros in slight surprise and said in a slightly provocative tone:
"You are still an Einhorn, I can't tell it."
Eros looked straight ahead, regaining that calm and well-behaved posture.
She said emotionlessly:
"The Sauron family and the Eindhoven family often have marriages, even if the Sauron family has long since left the throne of Intis, this habit has been maintained, my mother just happened to marry a member of the Einhorn royal family."
The poet Elite asked with interest:
"So your surname is Einhorn, why did you come to Trier? When I met Count Puifer, you lived in Red Swanstein Castle."
"Six years ago, my father died in the war between the Futhark Empire and the Kingdom of Rune, and my mother took me back to Trier and lived in the house of my maternal grandfather, that is, Puiver's grandfather." Eros sighed softly, "The year before last, my grandfather passed away, and last year, my mother also died of illness."
Could this death be too frequent? Well, Aurore said that although the four powers of the Northern Continent sometimes cooperated and sometimes confronted each other, the marriage between the royal family and the nobility has never been broken, so that marriages between cousins have occurred frequently since then...... According to Franka, the "hunter" path was previously mainly in the hands of the Sauron family and the Einhorn family, can the marriage of hunters and hunters ensure that future generations are more suitable for the "hunter" path? Lumian carried a calcium carbide lamp and walked along the aisle to the exit of the wax room.
The wax figures on both sides are reflected on their faces by the yellowish light of the calcium carbide lamp, and they all show a state of yellow fluttering like a living person.
The aisle became narrower and narrower the further forward, and those wax figures were almost piled up in the middle of the road.
When Lumian walked, he couldn't help but bump into this and that, only to feel that their bodies were cold and their limbs were stiff, and they were indeed real wax figures.
Finally, the four of them arrived at the end of the room and opened the iron-black wooden door.
Before leaving, Lumian subconsciously turned around and glanced at it.
In the room that had become dark, the faces of the wax figures full of pain loomed in the reflected light.
Their eyes seemed to have turned this way, staring quietly at the exit.
Lumian once again recalled the experience of being attacked by the wax figure in the river, and naturally raised his hanging wrist slightly, quietly gesturing his middle finger at the wax figure in the room.
"I really want to set fire to this place." At this time, Albus. Medici sighed in a regretful tone.
Lumian was stunned for a moment, and expressed his approval in his heart:
Great idea!
He suspected that if he could really set fire to these wax figures, the magic potion would be completely digested.
Elos Ellis. Einhorn said in a calm tone next to him:
"Red Swanstein Castle has an average of three fires every month."
Are you trying to tell us that even if you burn, don't be afraid? Lumian scolded and entered the corridor behind the wax room.
This corridor slopes down diagonally and leads deeper underground.
Lumian wanted to pinch his lips and whistle with emotion, but in the end he resisted the urge.
The four of them went all the way down until the corridor was leveled again.
There were no wall lamps lit here, and whether they used gas or relied on candles, they were all asleep in the darkness at this time.
Relying on the yellowish light of the four calcium carbide lamps, Lumian saw a room diagonally ahead with a wooden door, and a faint smell of blood was faintly smelled from it.
He walked over and reached out to push open the wooden door.
The light poured in, and the scene in the room was reflected in the eyes of Lumian, Albus, and others.
It was a small bedroom, the bed was collapsed, the wood was rotting, the table was overturned, and not much clutter was scattered in the center of the room.
There were distinct and deep marks on the surrounding walls, as if someone had forcibly dug them out with their fingernails, and in the end, the fingers even rotted and oozed blood.
The blood remained in those crevices, gradually oxidizing and turning black, losing its original appearance over time, but still surprisingly retained a faint fishy smell.
At this time, a whistle rang in Lumian's ears.
Albus. Medici expressed his emotions in this way.
He squeezed past Lumian and entered the room, reaching out to stroke the scratches that went deep into the wall.
"I can imagine how terrible the noise would be at that time." Eloise, who has a little baby fat on her face, doesn't seem to be focusing on the right focus.
Lumian felt that someone in Red Swanstein Castle had gone crazy and was locked up here, and the traces on the walls were left by him before he died.
After a little searching and no gains, they continued to move on.
They chose the right side at the three-way intersection and saw another room with a wooden door.
The interior of this room was tattered, with blackened blood everywhere, and the walls seemed to be inlaid with something suspected of rotting minced meat.
Albus. Medici looked at it for a while, and said, "Tsk tsk":
"There was a guy who exploded here, from the inside out, blood and flesh were spilled everywhere."
Lumian nodded invisibly, which was similar to his judgment.
A manifestation of a "fireman" dying out of control?
The poet Elite, who was holding a calcium carbide lamp in one hand, took a big cherry wood bong with some difficulty and expressed his own evaluation:
"I don't know why this happened, but it sounds poetic."
Is explosion art? Lumian muttered, walked into the room, and started searching.
In such an environment, his mood was a little more restless than usual, and his violent impulse was significantly enhanced.
Those stale blood stains and minced meat seemed to exude an aura that could affect the mental state of others.
After the four of them walked more than ten meters, they saw a room on the side of the corridor with a wooden door hidden again.
There was no faint smell of blood overflowing from this room, but it made the approaching Lumian feel like his skin was pressed against a sharp weapon, and his hair stood up unconsciously.
Sharp!
This was a word that came to his mind naturally.
As the calcium carbide light shone in, Lumian, Eros and the others saw that all the furniture in the room had turned into small pieces, whether it was a bed or a desk, they were all stacked together in the form of finger-sized squares, in a semi-collapsed state.
"Swordsmanship is good." Albus. Medici laughed.
Lumian didn't care about this problem, but that this place was not like the previous two rooms, there was stale blood or rotten minced meat residue.
Where did the person who originally lived here go? Lumian looked at it carefully, turned his head and left.
Soon, they saw a stone staircase going down, the bottom of which was completely submerged in the darkness, as if there was no end.
On both sides of the stairs, there was a room with wooden doors hidden, and it was dark inside, as if it could swallow all light and movement.
Lumian instinctively chose the left side, pushed open the door, and stretched the calcium carbide lamp in.
Under the direct yellowish light, he saw a bed in good condition, a table and chairs with no signs of damage.
On the wall in front of him hung two straight swords with reflective and cold light, and on the table were a pile of blocks of different colors and shapes and a row of tin soldiers only as tall as candles.
These tin soldiers all wore blue coats with gold thread, and either held branch-like spears in their hands or black rifles, which were toys that were popular in Intes for a hundred years or two and were very popular with children.
Lumian walked over, put down the calcium carbide lamp, picked up a tin soldier, and expertly twisted the clockwork behind it.
In the creaking sound, the tin soldier moved, swayed forward, and raised the spear in his hand.
Lumian remembers that when he was a child, when his mother had not yet died of illness and his grandfather had not yet gone bankrupt, he had such a set of tin soldiers.
"There are no signs of destruction here, from childhood to adulthood." Eros said after walking around the room.
Albus. Medici laughed:
"I don't know where the owner of the room has gone now, he is neither crazy enough to grab the wall nor blow himself up from the inside out."
While they were discussing, Lumian stretched out his right palm and tried to pull open the drawer of the log-colored table to see what was inside.
Suddenly, he heard an illusory and flickering voice:
"My grandfather went crazy, went deep into the underground palace, and never came back......"
Lumian tightened his spirit, half of his body turned around, looking around for the source of the sound.
Albus, Eros and others followed suit and made similar movements, obviously hearing the sound.
"My dad went crazy, went deep into the underground palace, and never came back......
"My brother went crazy, went deep into the underground palace, and never came back......
"I heard the call from the depths of the underground palace......"
Lumian, Albus, Eros, and Elite all set their sights on the wooden door across the corridor at the same time.
This is where illusory sounds come from.
With a snap, Elite standing in the corridor directly pushed open the wooden door behind him, and the ignorant were not afraid.
The yellowish light instantly shone in, reflecting two figures and a bunch of items.
One of them is a fleshy white doll that sits on a metal stand, has no hair yet, and has rudimentary features.
It is surrounded by various molds, strands, clay, and pigments contained in containers.
A man wearing a gray and black robe with bright red hair hanging down naturally was holding a paintbrush and seriously coloring the doll.
Feeling the light shining in, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a rough face with thick hair and iron black eyes.
He saw Lumian and Elite and the others, speaking slowly and asking in a wandering voice:
"Do you want to make wax figures?"
(End of this chapter)