As far as the eye can see, there is only a huge four-poster bed located in the center of the deepest part of the room. Its headboard is carved with exquisite patterns and patterns of crows flying with wings, as well as the familiar black and gold silk window sheets and tulle hanging above.
This is no different from the earl's bed in my memory...
But what about other furniture? There was only one bed standing alone in the entire empty room. The original wardrobe, desk, sofa, cushions, as well as the wall hangings and oil paintings were all missing.
The floors and walls retained traces of the original presence of the furniture, and only the whitish marks proved that Cesare had not entered the wrong room.
The room was so cold that it chilled people's hearts. The wind blew in from the window, gently blowing the gauze on the bed, leaving only the desolation of nothing.
"No...the count should be in this room. This place was not originally like this...what happened!"
The successive blows made Cesare's head begin to hurt again, and his fever continued to intensify. The pain in his body made him pull his hair and his emotions became out of control.
"Cesare? Are you okay?" Anya tentatively stepped forward and saw that the silver ring on Cesare's finger began to tremble again. There seemed to be something black squirming in the gaps between his nails...
Anya wanted to hold Cesare's body, but Cesare ignored her and walked straight towards the only big bed.
Not surprisingly.
Except for the neat bedding and a single pillow, it was also empty. The count was obviously not here... and Cesare also felt dizzy and put his hands on the edge of the bed.
It was different from the feeling of high fever in the past. This time when Cesare's ears heard tinnitus again, the sound was like a strange lullaby, making Cesare more and more sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second... …
"Anya... I feel something is wrong with me. You should leave here first..." Cesare said. He watched his hands shaking uncontrollably and unknowingly, and dark spots were exposed under the surface of his skin. Blood vessel.
He heard Anya seem to be saying something in his ear. "No...I...am..." The voice was intermittent, and it was impossible to distinguish the meaning of Anya's words. Slowly, her head started to hurt and feel sleepy, and she could hardly open her eyes.
At this time, the sound of the door closing came from behind the two of them.
Anya immediately grasped the sword at her waist alertly. Cesare wanted to react, but the changes taking place in his body forced him to be unable to calm down and think. The two of them turned around and looked back at the same time, and saw The door to the room has been closed.
The moonlight illuminated the figure of the silver-haired girl. Cesare's childhood maid Ilona had already taken off her black robe and put on a light outfit.
The silver hair is spread over the shoulders like a waterfall, shining with soft light. Each strand of silver hair is as delicate as silk thread, swaying gently with the breeze. It is beautiful but also contains a faint deadly aura.
The girl stared at the two of them with her only right eye, like twinkling stars in the night. The moonlight illuminated her face, making her already white skin look as pure as snowflakes, and also made the girl look as pure as snowflakes. The room became even colder.
"Master Cesare, you should not move around now. Please go back with me." Ilona held a sharp blade made of pure silver in her hand. As she spoke, the blade deflected and shone with a deadly cold light.
Cesare couldn't hear clearly what his old acquaintance Ilona was saying, but he could guess a bit from the tone of voice and the attitude in her eyes.
"Where is the count? Where is the old count..." Cesare asked weakly.
His efforts to stand upright became a luxury, and something was tumbling up and down in his stomach. A sudden wave of nausea caused the contents of his stomach to suddenly pour into his esophagus, and thick black fluid flowed from the corners of Cesare's mouth. liquid.
The silver-haired girl Ilona watched quietly, holding the sword in her hand tighter.
"The Count is currently out, and I am here waiting for him to come back... Are you okay? Master Cesare?"
After the young master finished speaking, Cesare's body instantly became worse. A mouthful of dark and strange blood spurted out from his mouth. The things in front of him became blurred and distorted, and those terrible hallucinations appeared in front of him again.
Ilona's image slowly disappeared and turned into the phantom of Claudius. The golden eyes of the man wearing a red scarf seemed to be laughing at himself, and he was approaching him step by step with his whip.
"What's wrong? My young master."
Cesare wanted to warn Anya, but no sound could come out of his throat. He kept his eyes open, but everything in his sight was slowly getting darker and darker. He swayed slightly, and finally saw Anya who was afraid. Anxious face...
And the boots under Anya's feet... Cesare fell down like this, his eyeballs were covered by the spread of mycelium and lost all light.
Crows of crows circled the sky above the castle.
It has been the same since ancient times.
Speaking of the past, the gloomy forest was filled with mycelium and monsters were infested. The mission of the Hunyadi family was to monitor every plant and tree in this area for generations, and to strangle the darkness bred here in the cradle. They were called the heroes of the night. Crows.
Or, more literally, a family of witchers.
Even though the Hunyadi family is backed by the Pope, this job is still full of difficulties. The appearance of monsters is endless, but people who die will never be resurrected.
Every hunt by the Crows is accompanied by casualties, and no one can survive the brutal battle.
As the main body of mycelium monsters and infected derivative monsters appear more and more frequently, everyone is aware of this.
The number of crows dying is getting smaller and smaller, and the replacement of personnel is far from keeping up with the consumption of death. If this continues, the crows will undoubtedly usher in their demise... and the mycelium will also rush out of this forest and permeate the entire church. The country, let the disaster like the apocalypse recorded in the scriptures come to the world.
The silver-haired girl Ilona was not born into the Hunyadi family, nor was she a member of the monster-hunting crows.
Her home is in Fog Village, a village very close to the Hunyadi family castle.
I still remember that my home in my memory was always foggy and I rarely saw the sun. I often heard the old people in the town complain that the vast fields were abandoned and that the good old days would never come back.
Ilona remembered that many people around her rarely smiled, and everyone spent every day in a boring life with a gloomy look.
Only my family always faces life optimistically even if life is difficult.
Ilona's mother died in childbirth because she gave birth to herself. This is what the neighbor's mother-in-law often told Ilona. Every time, her father would be very angry with the neighbor's mother-in-law and drive her back to his dark home with a pitchfork. Go to the little house.
Dad told Ilona that mother did not die, but went to a place without fog, which was better than Fog Village and better than the entire Papal State. Mom went there to build a house first.
After waiting for a long time, when we all go to find our mother, the family will be able to live together again.
