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The Traveling Poet didn’t stay in the palace for long, for after he was all bandaged up, Xu Shuo expressed his intention to send him back.

"Regardless of the reason, it’s still safer to stay in your own room at night, and especially do not wander around the castle at will. If there’s somewhere you’d like to go, I can take you there during the day," Xu Shuo said.

"Including your sister’s room?" the Traveling Poet blurted out.

"...You really want to go there that much?" Xu Shuo looked at him with an expression as if he was looking at ’a certain kind of weirdo’.

"Cough, sorry..."

"If you’re really interested, it’s not like I can’t find a way to sneak you in for a look," Xu Shuo said.

"Wouldn’t that trouble you?"

"Then why did you bring it up?"

"..."

The Traveling Poet suddenly felt that the girl was quite argumentative at night.

As they talked, they walked side by side in the dimly lit corridor, turning through several passageways before reaching the guest room arranged for the Traveling Poet.

Their accommodations indeed weren’t far apart.

Xu Shuo stood at the doorway, a gentle smile on his face as he watched him enter the room.

The Traveling Poet paused suddenly, then turned and looked at the girl, saying, "Actually, that legend from before..."

"What?" Xu Shuo tilted her head.

"...I’ll tell you a new one tomorrow."

After saying this, the Traveling Poet put his hand on the doorknob, gave a slight smile to the girl in front of him: "Goodnight, Cerys."

"Goodnight, Alex."

The thick, carved door closed in front of him.

The obedient smile on Xu Shuo’s face gradually faded, and with a calm expression, he turned and left the area.

After rounding the corner, his figure directly merged with the castle walls and then emerged from another part of the castle.

The passageway here was littered with pieces of armor.

Xu Shuo walked up and crouched down, picking up a severed fragment to examine it.

The neat, sharp edges where the metal had been sliced showed a faint hint of a holy aura. As he ran his fingertips gently over the cut, a searing sensation came over him.

But it was very weak and dissipated quickly.

Just enough to leave a trickle of a bloodstain on his fingertip.

Strong recovery ability, high reflexes, formidable body skills, quick thinking—the seemingly simple-minded Traveling Poet also didn’t appear to be an easy opponent.

With a thoughtful look, Xu Shuo then waved his hand, flinging the scattered armor against the wall, where the sturdy metal fused instantly with the castle.

At that moment, he sensed another situation elsewhere and narrowed his eyes, his figure swiftly disappearing. @@novelbin@@

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"Armand."

The girl’s voice, low and dark, suddenly rose, like a nightingale in the pitch-black night.

Before the Tall Tower gateway, it seemed the area had gone through a brutal battle.

The ground was splattered with fresh blood, cut marks from sharp weapons, and shattered stone bricks; the blood’s glaring red splashed across the castle walls like decorative roses, both beautiful and cruel.

Steward Armand Ray, holding a double-edged flying wheel, his move to slash his enemy’s throat with the sharp blade suddenly froze.

The voice that came from behind pierced his heart, sending a chill through his entire body.

"Didn’t I tell you to leave his life for me? Armand Ray."

"Clang!"

The flying wheel in his hand trembled and fell to the ground, and the once all-powerful Steward Armand Ray immediately abandoned his dignity and grace, lowering his arrogant head.

He knelt before the girl, prostrated, and said in a panic, "I am very sorry, master, I lost myself in pride..."

Xu Shuo looked at him indifferently and paid no attention.

He had only been distracted for a moment by the actions of the Traveling Poet and the Archaeologist over there, and here in the Tall Tower, the steward had started fighting with the climber.

Then he was distracted again by saving the Traveling Poet, and the next thing he knew, the climber had almost been beaten to death!

The man lay on the ground like a piece of cloth torn by wild beasts, appearing to be breathing more out than in, and just now Steward Armand Ray was about to deliver another blow!

Xu Shuo walked past the steward with a frightened face and calmly took out several slender silver needles to insert into the climber.

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Prague Castle would not save people; it only devoured the flesh and souls of living beings.

But this person was still of some use at the moment.

Black vines stretched out from the crevices of the castle, greedily sucking up the blood spilled on the walls, and then the color of the vines gradually turned crimson, eventually blooming into rosebuds at one spot.

Countless splendid roses bloomed from the bloodied pathway, adorning the approach to the Tall Tower just as those climbing the tower itself.

Xu Shuo ignored Steward Armand Ray, who was still kneeling outside, as the palace doors of the Tall Tower opened automatically before him, and he carried the half-dead climber inside.

Deep into the night, with the moonlight turning a sanguine hue, Steward Armand Ray remained on his knees.

He hung his head low, and his features, cast in shadows, were dark and indiscernible. Gradually, his fists clenched tight at his sides.

...

The mysterious tower of the castle wasn’t really that mysterious.

The decoration was nothing but the usual palace decor, save for a rose garden surrounded by thorns in the depths of the palace.

And in the garden lay the body of a young girl.

Clad in a dark red rococo-style dress, her face was frozen in an expression of sadness, and her entire body, including her clothing, was the color of limestone.

Like an ordinary statue.

The vines bound her in the thorny thicket, with numerous blood-rich roses clustering around the statue, circling her as the stars do the moon. At the statue’s heart bloomed a vivid rose.

It is worth mentioning that the statue bore an exact likeness to Cerys.

What’s more, that was Cerys.

For in the fight with the Holy Court’s Knight Order, Cerys’s body had perished, and what existed now was the real Night Witch born from the evil and vengeful spirit.

It was evident Cerys wasn’t a witch who clung to her physical form, for after her resurrection, the first thing she did was transform her body into a magic power source carrier to support the existence of the entire Prague Castle.

After all, a witch’s body is the finest nourishment.

When Xu Shuo entered the Tall Tower, the rose that grew on the statue’s heart swayed its stem to greet him.

The essence of Prague Castle, a rose.

Xu Shuo threw the climber over, and countless vines raced to entwine him eagerly.

But the vines did not consume his flesh and blood; instead, roses bloomed around the climber, the flowers emitting a refreshing fragrance that made one dizzy and slowed down their thinking, as if their intelligence had been numbed.

Seeds of bewitchment had been planted; if the Traveling Poet could not make it through... then another target would be sought!

Contracting souls, because it touches on the consciousness of the soul, cannot be achieved by force but must be coaxed through appeals to emotion and reason.

From her past memories, Cerys had simply and brutally beguiled a person’s mind, then let them agree to sign the Soul-selling Pact in a daze.

The main reason Xu Shuo was biding his time with the Traveling Poet...

Was that he wanted to get a Character Card.

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