There are always many sunken structures in the corridors of most churches, such as the corner room where the living corpses of Agnes and Edwina, Capas and the guards are hiding.
Most of these spaces are specially designed to be blank for large statues, and dark curtains are hung to cover them until a work suitable for it is found.
Agnes listened to the rustling sound coming through the curtains and the words that didn't sound right. She raised her hand, pinched the bridge of her nose, and then glanced at the people who were huddled with her in the corner room where they could not reach out. Edwina.
Agnes' keen eyesight allowed her to clearly see all of Edwina's expressions.
She seemed to listen very carefully, with the seriousness of listening to an academic report.
The sound of the heavy curtain being lifted with force made Agnes focus again, and her almost crying voice sounded clearer.
"...I'm awake," the Countess's words were heavy and hoarse, "Of course I'm awake."
A moment of silence lingered in the entire space, and then there were words that sounded almost like sharp laughter, "You unintentional puppet, what am I expecting... You have obviously been ignoring everyone equally... ..."
A sound that sounded like breaking porcelain interrupted the harsh words, and the entire corridor fell into complete silence.
"There will never be a next time..." A voice almost sighing echoed in the corridor, and then was obscured by whistles and hoarse commands coming from the street.
"I think your next performance should belong to the tower and everyone in the city who can hear your singing."
The interrupted words resounded, and then the sound of heels hitting the marble floor hurriedly passed outside the curtain in front of Agnes. She subconsciously raised her hand to lift the curtain, and looked outside the corner room, only to see a man in blue. The back of the colorful velvet dress disappeared around the corner, and there was an empty corridor, reflecting the flickering light of candlelight.
"All the words just now came from the countess," Edwina said softly. "All our senses have never received information from the 'sir' who talked to her. This is an obvious fact. "
"You told us before that you only heard words from the countess in the garden..." Edwina had a thoughtful look on her face, "We can make a bold guess, It is very likely that the person who was talking to the countess in the garden was also the 'sir'."
"A very reasonable guess." Agnes nodded.
"The only thing I have doubts about is that there is something special about this 'sir'," Edwina turned her head and looked into Agnes's eyes. "Maybe we have known about it before, but we just haven't realized it."
Agnes looked at Edwina's light blue eyes, which were like clear springs, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"What's not there to realize?" Agnes began. "Isn't it equally obvious? There's always a guy telling us that he's the most famous singer in Navarre, isn't he? "
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"What do you want to find? Mr. Spasnerecki."
Spasnerecki stretched out his hand to pull down the dark curtain, and the clear and snow-white moonlight followed the stained glass window with many cut edges and reflected on the smooth surface of the marble.
"Even though I am very sure that I have seen that weird statue in this place before," Anderson looked at the statue that was clearly intact and even more exquisite than most of the statues in the corridor, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "But it's clear that we can't fight it now."
He turned around and looked at all the corner rooms where the curtains had been pulled down. The marble statues with different postures were shining with cold light under the snow-white moonlight.
"Is this the main hall?" Anderson frowned and murmured to himself.
"What are you talking about? Anderson." Okfa leaned closer to Anderson and asked in a low voice.
"I'm wondering why these statues are covered with curtains?" Anderson said aloud.
"The most direct reason is, of course, that I don't want others to see it." The young woman's voice came down the corridor and answered Anderson's question.
"Hey, the two ladies came back with their attendants to visit the temple of the gods," Anderson chuckled and looked at Agnes who spoke, "I wonder if you have felt the shock from the angels guarding the gods."
"It's a pity," Agnes said after glancing at the statues filling all the corner rooms in the corridor, "the people who repaired the church seem to have some extra ideas about that side, whether it's a hall for worship or a hall for worship. The surrounding corner rooms are all empty, and there are only some things that happened that are worth pondering."
Anderson didn't speak anymore. The slash-like pattern on the closed black hall door behind him extended toward the dome, making the entire space appear taller and darker in the light of the occasional candlelight. At the same time, a black crown-like coat of arms was reflected. .
Agnes turned her attention to one of the statues closest to the closed door of the palace. It was a middle-aged man wearing a large cloak, with a square face and a majestic temperament. Many people had seen the same statue on Loen's ten-pound note. face.
"William I, the 'founder' and 'protector' of Loen." Agnes whispered the identity of the prototype of the statue.
“It is recorded in some documents that the Augustus family, the Castile family, the Sauron family, and the Einhorn family all once supported the Trunsoest Empire, and the three great empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trunsoest There are strict hierarchical divisions within the empire, with distinct classes that cannot be crossed." Edwina said.
"Then it's obvious who is enshrined in this hall." Anderson nodded, with a rare seriousness on his face.
"It can be speculated that this black crown-like pattern is probably the emblem of the Trunsoest family." Edwina said softly,
"Let's go in and take a look." Spasnerecki raised his hand, and there was a faint light escaping between his hands.
Agnes stretched out her hand to stop Spasnerecki's movement, and said before he asked:
"Send the guards."
Spasnerecki lowered his hands and stepped back together with Agnes.
The guard who had been following Agnes quietly stepped forward and pressed his calloused hands on both sides of the door.
With a harsh and heavy friction sound, the door of the tall and dark palace slowly opened backwards.
Cold and snow-white light poured into the door along the gradually widening gap, and the scene inside was outlined in Agnes' eyes bit by bit.
The first thing that catches the eye is the wide and long stone steps going downwards. There are patterns on them that look like knives. Two rows of asymmetrical inverted candlesticks extend from the door along the steps, as if leading to an abyss. The flame has long since burned out.
"Let's go," Agnes said, "I think you all have the means to see in the dark."
The guard walked straight into it, followed closely by Capas. Agnes raised her hand and pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head, and walked in without changing her expression amidst Capas's continuous "terrible" sounds.
The corridor was not too long, and it soon reached the end. The inverted candlesticks on both sides extended to the center of the vast hall in front of them.
"There are 41 in total on the left side and 40 in total on the right side," Edwina reported the number of inverted candlesticks. "This must be a specification that can only be used by the top class in the Fourth Age."
"Of course." Anderson nodded, without any doubt.
Agnes did not speak. She raised her head and looked towards the center. At the end of the two rows of candlesticks was a stone platform that was obviously higher than the ground. Above it was a tall throne. There were more than one figure sitting on the throne. In addition to the figure that looks like a man with the same face as the previous statue in the auditorium, there is also a figure that looks like a woman in gorgeous clothes.
That figure has a dazzlingly beautiful face, and even in a sitting position, everyone who sees it can appreciate his slender figure.
Behind the tall throne, there are seven taller stone doors, two on the left, one in the middle, and four on the right. Six of them have symbols and patterns printed on them that are familiar to everyone present.
