The shrill screams filled with fear reached the ears of every guest in the living room, making their hearts tremble and making them feel uncontrollably afraid.
The painter Mullen was very sensitive to this. He looked at Count Puyver, who was pale and unhealthy, and asked with concern:
"what's going on?
At this time, Count Puyver was frowning slightly, looking slightly confused.
Hearing Maren's question, he came back to his senses and smiled easily and naturally:
"There may have been an accident. I asked my servant to ask about the specific situation. Don't worry, it won't affect us. What can happen?"
After speaking, Count Puyver motioned to the valet who was staying in the corner of the large living room to go to the place where the scream occurred.
Then he said to all the guests:
"Keep going."
While speaking, this member of the Sauron family turned his attention to Lumian.
From the moment he presented the gold bars, he had been observing every move and subtle expression of the "Emperor", trying to figure out why he ate the piece of king cake with the gold coins instead of himself.
Lumian endured a little madness permeating his body, looked at the painter Maren and said:
"Draw a picture with your ass."
As the prankster king of Kordu Village, he has a lot of options in his arsenal, enough to give every game participant an "unforgettable" mission.
But this was not Lumian's biggest concern. The bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area made him very worried.
This strange and terrifying thing did not leave because it could not invade Lumian's body. It still lingered in the air without weakening at all, and even spread out its irritability, bloodthirsty and irritability.
Lumian even suspected that the scream just now had something to do with the lingering crazy spirit.
The handsome but pale and tired painter Mullen heard about painting with his butt for the first time, and he was a little stunned, not knowing what to do.
Under the influence of the idea that they had accepted the task and could not let others escape, Anoly and others not only excitedly made a fuss and asked the servants around to bring over the paint and drawing paper, but also took the initiative to "help" Maren solve the problem. Lift the belt.
Maren couldn't escape, so he had to paint his buttocks and print several times on the drawing paper, barely completing a work like a child's graffiti.
Seeing this scene, Arnoli suddenly had an inspiration:
“How about we frame it and send it to art critics to see what they would say about such a work.
"The painting is signed with the word 'Emperor', and the title is, well, Mullen, what do you think?"
Maren avoided everyone, wiped his butt, thought for a while and said:
"It's called 'Café'."
"What's the point of this?" Cornell, editor-in-chief of the "Little Trier" newspaper, asked curiously.
"It's meaningless. I just happened to think of such a term." Mullen shook his head, dropped the paint-stained handkerchief and soft paper, and pulled up his trousers. "The painting itself is meaningless."
While they were discussing, Count Puyver's valet came back to the great drawing room and whispered something in the ear of his master.
Affected by the hidden crazy aura of the "Blood Emperor", Lumian could not hear clearly what the other party was saying even if he concentrated completely, and could only barely distinguish a few words:
"Loss...hurt...danger..."
Count Puyver's expression was gloomy, showing a slight sense of solemnity.
He immediately nodded gently and motioned the valet to return to his previous position, while he pretended that it was no big deal.
While observing the expression of this Sauron family member, Lumian tried his best to think of ways to make that crazy spirit leave:
You can't wait until everyone has completed the designated tasks, right? No, there is still one step missing. At the end of the last King Cake game, the piece of King Cake dedicated to Vermonda Sauron was eaten by Count Puyver …
Thinking of this, Lumian turned his attention to the piece of sacrifice still on the dinner plate, then leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, and picked it up.
Count Puyver had no doubts about this.
In his opinion, "Ciel" would be in trouble if he didn't take the sacrifice!
Almost at the same time, the crazy spirit that was circling and exuding negative influence 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 being who dared to eat his own sacrifice.
Lumian felt anger, hatred, and gnashing teeth that wanted to tear his soul apart.
Not only was he not afraid, but he smiled.
This shows that he did the right thing!
If that crazy spirit didn't react much to his act of taking away the sacrifice, he wouldn't know how to stop him from continuing to hover above everyone's heads.
This does not mean that it will definitely succeed, and it may still be dangerous, but at least it is better than the participants in the king cake game becoming more and more angry and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other.
At that time, Lumian can still "teleport" to escape, but no one else, except Count Puyver, will probably survive.
Of course, he couldn't predict whether changes would occur after he ate the sacrifices and bring new dangers, but in this situation, it was better to do better than never.
For the participants in the King Cake Game, if Lumian had not tried, they would have died, but if they had tried, there would still be a lot of hope.
Lumian brought the piece of king cake as a sacrifice to his mouth and took a big bite.
The mad spirit grew more angry and violent.
It no longer hovered above the heads of the others, hovering just above Lumian's head, sometimes trying to fall down, sometimes trying to tear the target apart, but due to the aura of Alistair Tudor, its instinct stopped.
Another scream suddenly sounded.
This came from somewhere in Red Swan Castle, and it did not belong to the same person as the previous scream.
Just now it was male, now it's female.
Count Puyver's eyelids twitched and he smiled and said:
"It should be that the servant who was dealing with the unexpected situation was frightened by some of the more terrifying scenes."
Guests such as literary critic Ernst & Young accepted this explanation.
On the one hand, they are guests and have no right to interfere with what happens in the castle. On the other hand, they gradually become immersed in the King Cake game, becoming a little fanatical, a little impatient, a little anxious, and not paying as much attention to other things as before. .
Lumian ate the piece of king cake as a sacrifice one by one, treating the invisible anger and curse of the crazy spirit as music playing in his ears.
Compared with the horrible murmurs he heard every time he received the gift, this was the beautiful performance of a symphony orchestra.
Without being able to really make a sound and not daring to invade his body, that crazy spirit could only indirectly affect his mood and state.
During this process, Lumian was also distracted by arranging tasks for different people, and found that the participants only had games in their eyes.
From time to time, screams came from the castle, making people's hair stand on end and sending chills down their backs.
Finally, Lumian finished chewing the sacrifice, and the crazy spirit hovering above his head suddenly stopped.
The next second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if evaporating out of thin air.
Participants in the King Cake game are still fanatical, but less irritable and irritable.
Lumian breathed out quietly, turned his head and said to Eloise beside him:
"If you don't know how to dance a twist dance, ask someone else to teach you."
Compared with the cancan dance, which is full of sexual implications, the twist dance is relatively normal as long as it is not danced by men and women, but it looks more funny.
Eloise relaxed, left her seat, and twisted her body unskillfully.
While everyone laughed, Lumian assigned tasks to the remaining participants.
After all the participants had taken a turn, he straightened up and said with a gesture of looking down at everyone:
"Last mission:
"Keep it a secret and don't tell anyone about today's game."
"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor!" Eloise and Laurent, who were still immersed in the atmosphere of the game, responded in unison with respectful expressions.
Of course, this is also because Lumian still has some "Blood Emperor" aura secretly affecting him.
Seeing that every participant showed instinctive obedience, Lumian breathed out quietly and said with a smile:
"That's the end of today's game."
Count Puyver 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, you must pass through the hall of the main building of the castle. Lumian, who had returned to normal, saw several male servants and maids busy near the corridor from the corner of his eye.
They were mopping away a red stain.
Blushed... Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked away.
When the dinner was over and everyone left one after another, Lumian also found Count Puyver and took out the five heavy gold bars with a smile.
Count Puyver shook his head:
"Since this is the game I proposed, I have to follow the rules. Do you look down on me and think I am short of these 30,000 ferkin?"
"It's polite." Lumian responded with a smile, without any humility, and quickly and smoothly stuffed the gold bar back into his pocket.
As agreed, he let the poet Illet ride in his four-wheeled four-seater carriage, and only gave the other party 3,000 Firkin on the pretext that he had limited banknotes with him.
Elitte didn't care at all, put down the banknotes, and talked about his aesthetics.
When the carriage moved, Lumian asked:
"Which district are you going to?"
"Just send me to the Sacred Heart Monastery." Ilett said with a smile. "I'll go there to find a friend. Sponsored poets will always find friends to have a big meal."
Sacred Heart Monastery... Lumian nodded gently, raised his voice, and gave instructions to the coachman.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at the monastery, which was as beautiful as an oil painting. Even in the dark night, the golden colors on the walls reflected the crimson moonlight, making it look extremely dreamy.
After watching Elitte enter the monastery, Lumian ordered the coachman to return to Fountain Street in the Memorial Parish District.
Amidst the clatter of horse hooves, patches of woods and fertile fields were left behind.
Suddenly, Thermibolus' majestic voice echoed in Lumian's ears:
"A dangerous creature is stalking you, starting at Red Swan Castle.
"It's hostile and about to attack."
Dangerous creature... Lumian narrowed his eyes, calmly opened the door of the carriage, and jumped out easily.
He faced the coachman and said with the remaining majesty of his previous role as emperor:
"Wait for me in the small town ahead."
The driver hesitated for two seconds and finally chose to obey the order.
While watching him and the carriage leave, Lumian calmly took out the "torture" gloves from the briefcase he was carrying, and put the iron-black ones on his hands calmly and casually.
The nearby woods suddenly became darker, and the river flowing through the place seemed to be dyed red like blood.
