"Calm down, Viscount," Hesta said softly, "It was with this in mind that I personally brought you here... Do you know how much hardship Roger suffered in order to sneak into the Palace of Rohan?"
Tangglar swallowed harder and spoke suspiciously, "...He sneaked in here? Why did he sneak in here?"
Hesta did not answer. She just handed over the kettle on her waist. Danglars took it and sniffed it. He smelled the aroma of wine. He raised his head and drank as if he had been forgiven. The half-pot of wine was empty on the spot.
"Come with me. You will know when you get there."
After leaving these words behind, Hesta walked straight forward.
Tangglar was where he was, looking at the gloomy dark corridor around him in fear, "Wait for me!"
…
Walking in the palace late at night, Tanglar always felt uneasy. Everything around him felt familiar - the statues on both sides of the corridor, the paintings on the ceiling, and the complex texture of the marble tiles on the floor that had become dusty... all the details. , all reminded him of the revelry he had in the Golden Crow Palace in the past.
Yes, the Golden Crow Palace is a palace built after Luo Ang Palace. Of course they will be similar...
The memories of the past began to wake up in confusion, and Tanglar shivered again. He suddenly remembered that he had indeed been here before.
It was a twelve-day carnival, a complete indulgence and enjoyment. They lit two thousand white candles on the sunken dance floor, temporarily restoring the decaying old palace to its former glory. At that time, they lit incense all night long, and everywhere was filled with the vague aroma from the far east. They could not distinguish between day and night, and they shed the shell of civilization, and everything was free of taboos.
Many young bodies, graceful curves, some fresh severed limbs, and screams that were filled with fear but made him extremely excited...
A gust of wind blew from a distant place, awakening Tanglar from his memories. His forehead was already covered with fine sweat, so every gust of cold wind was particularly chilly.
He saw the door getting closer and closer in the distance, and instinctively stopped, "This...here is..."
"Sink the dance floor," Hesta replied.
"I don't want to go there. Just let Roger come out. I...I'll wait for him here."
"That won't work." Hesta took out a folding gas lamp from her coat. She took Danglars' hand and put the lamp in his palm. "He is waiting for you in the center of the dance floor. You have to go by yourself."
"...You're not lying to me, are you?" Danglars said with difficulty, "Is Roger...really inside?"
"You'll know if you go and see it?"
Danglars still had many questions to ask, but his throat seemed to be stuck with glue.
The instructions given by Youleka were very clear. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some danger in them, but he did not dare to refuse rashly.
A gap appeared in the door leading to the dance floor as Tanglar pushed forward, and a ray of light fell from the dome, like a moonlight cage, illuminating Tanglar's figure.
Tangglar breathed a sigh of relief - there was indeed a person sitting on a chair in the center of this old and dirty dance floor. The person's back was facing the door. Judging from the figure, it was indeed Roger.
Danglars turned the knob of the gas lamp, and a faint flame lit up from his hand. He walked down step by step, and after about six or seven steps, a pungent stench flooded into his nostrils.
"...Villefort shouldn't have kept this place locked," Danglars muttered dissatisfiedly. "No one has cleaned it. Who knows what night owl and wild dog died in it..."
His footsteps and whispers stirred up echoes in the empty dance floor, but no one echoed him, whether it was Roger in front or Eureka behind him.
Tanglar coughed hard several times - the dryness in his throat became more and more severe, and he could only make some breathy sounds.
Tanglar felt that his hands and feet were trembling. He didn't know whether this was due to fear or the fatigue of the whole day. He just felt that the place he was in at this moment was not the real world.
If this was a nightmare, he hoped to wake up soon.
Finally, Tangglar finished all the stone steps. In the dim light, he also saw the mottled stains on the ground, but at this moment, he no longer had the energy to pay attention to these insignificant details.
"Roger, what on earth are you playing..."
Danglars trembled and grabbed Roger's shoulders, but he directly touched the moist skeleton - the man who had been sitting with his back to him fell crookedly to the other side, making a dull crashing sound.
Tangglar was almost scared to death. He couldn't stand up and fell directly to the ground, staring straight at the inhuman creature in front of him - half of its face had been cut off, and a lot of flesh had been cut off. The same is probably true for the body.
The monster's muscles on the ground twitched, and Tanglar kicked his legs back - this thing is not dead! !
However, the monster soon stopped moving. Tangglar looked at it for a while and found that the exposed flesh was covered with a transparent film, and a dozen thin hoses extended from various parts of its body and were connected to a machine behind it.
Tangglar fell into a daze. After a long time, he murmured in a low voice: "Roger...?"
"Yes, it's Roger. Did you finally recognize him?"
Eureka's voice came from afar, and Tanglar's face instantly twisted.
In great fear, Tanglar slowly turned around. Eureka was still standing at the top of the sunken dance floor. In the silver-blue moonlight cage, she took off her black wig, and her fiery red hair fell into the In Tangglar's suddenly dilated pupils——
In an instant, he finally understood everything.
"H... Hesta..."
Hesta laughed and walked briskly down the steps.
Every step she made was like the bell of death. Danglars wanted to stand up, but his weak hands and feet could no longer support his fat body.
"This morning, you asked me if I had ever waited so hard for anything." Hestad adjusted the edges of the gloves on her wrists. "I have indeed waited. For example, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
"Don't... don't come here..." Tanglar was so angry that he burst into tears and shook his head in vain, "Please..."
"But this kind of waiting is actually nothing, because I know that I will be able to wait sooner or later. As I said in the morning, as long as the result is good, the hardships and suffering in the process... will all become beautiful memories."
Hesta walked up to Danglars.
"Do you know the most difficult kind of waiting?"
Tangglar still wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only a lot of saliva and foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Hesta sighed softly and squatted down.
"It's a daughter, waiting for her mother."
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