Hallucination, it must be a hallucination effect!
Because this kind of thing is completely contrary to his own understanding, the electronic tablet will not be "disconnected". After all, it is not connected to the Internet at all!
Secondly, this is a black technology product of the script space, not a shifting prop related to mental power.
Even magic shouldn't be able to change the system code of black technology. At most, it can make it crash. In short, it is completely impossible for a tablet to display "Your network is disconnected" in the Middle Ages!
The traveling poet is somewhat self-aware, and his props are a bit inconsistent with the background of the script.
After he analyzed the fact that he had fallen into a hallucination in a clear and logical manner, the picture on the tablet changed.
Well, it's a correct black screen...
He pressed the split button on the side of the tablet, and then the black screen jumped, showing the door with the stairs. This was the surveillance method he left behind at the beginning.
As for the monitor placed on the archaeologist, it has been destroyed.
Although the monitor can radiate the surrounding scene, it is a three-dimensional picture formed by lines.
Therefore, we can only vaguely judge the situation at that time.
In the picture, the archaeologist who entered the underground space was rummaging around. Later, when she was attacked by several armored knights holding giant axes, she jumped onto a round platform and tried to pull out the sword there.
Then, the monitor was destroyed.
The traveling poet muses.
The person who destroyed the monitor... was the castle owner.
And the last sentence he heard was - "If you really want this, I can't give it to you."
What deal did the archaeologists and the castle owners make?
But the more important and incredible issue is that during this period, the castle owner did not stop him from using archaeologists to explore the underground space.
Only at the very end was the monitor destroyed.
Moreover, he also created this "illusion" for him in the room that was very easy to see through at a glance.
To be honest, this kind of behavior is like deliberately shouting in his ear: "I know you are peeking, but you are not allowed to watch the next thing!"
Then there was a "pop"!
The television was turned off.
Traveling poet: "..."
Obviously, all their actions are actually under the watchful eye of the castle owner.
The traveling poet turned to look at the roses on the windowsill.
The scarlet moonlight shines on the roses, making the already gorgeous flowers more delicate and beautiful, as if they have been tempered by blood.
He thought, if Prague Castle can easily cause them to hallucinate, then will everything they see, and even the entire castle, be an hallucination?
The way to leave is to break the illusion?
After all, witches are known as the final destination of evil spirits and have the power to confuse people.
Then he thought of Qilis.
However, if Qilisi wanted to use him to achieve some purpose, why would she do such a move that would obviously make him suspicious?
Wait... There is no Internet in this era, so does Qilis know what "disconnecting from the Internet" means?
But if Qilis hadn’t done it...
The traveling poet stared at the roses on the window sill in trance, thinking about these things in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became.
He seemed to be almost unable to tell the difference between true and false.
…
…
I don’t know when Prague Castle ushered in the sunshine.
There is no excessive beauty like morning glow. Probably the moment you blink your eyes, the red moonlight outside turns into brilliant golden sunshine.
Then the sky suddenly became clear and cloudless.
This castle unabashedly shows you its weirdness, without even pretending, yet in some places it is normal and flawless.
There is a hint of weird normality in the weirdness, which is what makes people feel most confused and confused.
Because you may not be able to distinguish between true and false.
The traveling poet didn't sleep all night and was just a little dazed. When he suddenly heard an ethereal and leisurely melody, he came back from his trance.
The melody came from nowhere. It seemed to be from a very far away place, but it also seemed to be very close at hand.
It's like the singing of a nightingale or the flow of a stream, gentle but carefree, which only makes people's hearts tremble.
The traveling poet subconsciously stood up, and when his body had reached the door of the room, he suddenly realized - this process seems a bit familiar, right?
So next, the traveling poet followed the direction of the music and walked slowly there.
But this time it's not in a girl's palace.
On the round platform of the pavilion on the third floor of the castle, facing the forest outside the castle, you can see the distant scenery. The pavilion is full of gorgeous roses, blooming in the glorious sun.
The girl was wearing a dark red rococo dress, with walnut-colored curly hair tied around her head. She closed her eyes and stood quietly among the flowers, immersed in playing the violin for the roses in front of her.
The traveling poet stood outside the pavilion.
This piece of music is not as resentful as yesterday, but it also penetrates deeply into consciousness and soul, trembling in the spiritual ocean.
He didn't even have the heart to interrupt.
So I tried my best to suppress the urge to recite poetry, lest the situation suddenly become awkward.
After a piece of music was played, the girl opened her eyes, first looked into space and looked at the scenery in the distance, and then turned to look at him.
The girl curled her lips: "You're here."
The traveling poet was startled for a moment, then immediately found a topic: "What was that piece of music just now?"
"Nightingale Serenade." Revised version.
Xu Shuo added the last two words in his heart.
As for why it was revised...
Although Qilisi is proficient in the violin, Xu Shuo only accidentally heard this piece of music in someone else's office, and then made a few remarks about it in order to cater to the boss's preferences.
But he couldn't remember the specifics of topics that had nothing to do with work.
After Xu Shuo finished playing the violin, he looked at the progress bar of the character card with a little melancholy, and ran a little bit forward.
Forget it, just a little bit.
If that doesn't work, he doesn't mind suppressing the progress of the main mission, and then slowly fills up the card slot at a little bit of speed.
Anyway, those players are now under his control. In the archaeological team, the male teacher and their three student NPCs have also been dealt with. Basically, there is no one left who can cause trouble.
It can be said that the future of this script is bright!
When thinking about this, Xu Shuo always felt that he had forgotten something, but before he could think about it further, he heard a voice from beside him.
"The melody of this piece is different from yesterday's piece." The traveling poet suddenly said.
"I'm in a better mood today." Xu Shuo smiled.
"Why?"
"Maybe it's because I saw the beautiful sunshine or drank the sweet wine. The flowers are growing well today."
"..."
These words made the traveling poet silent for a while. He looked at the girl playing with rose branches in front of him and said in a serious tone: "Qilisi, I want to ask you something."
Xu Shuo turned to look at him: "Huh?"
The extremely bright sunlight shone over, and the traveling poet's amber pupils were illuminated thoroughly and sharply by the light.
He said: "If I want to destroy Prague Castle, what will you do?"
Xu Shuo paused: "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I think the only way to leave Prague Castle is to let this place cease to exist. In this way, you should be able to get rid of the restrictions of the castle."
When he said this, because the traveling poet's face was so calm and paralyzed, it was impossible to tell whether he was serious or not.
The words spoken loudly and loudly are particularly convincing.
It was a surprise so early in the morning.
Xu Shuo lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows slightly.
"But, Alex, I will disappear with Prague Castle."
…
7017k
