There were no surprises outside the castle, but inside, golden light shone brilliantly.
A soft, dark red carpet stretched in a straight line down the corridor, like a sign guiding them toward a magnificent great hall.
Inside the enormous building, exquisite works of art adorned the walls on either side.
The crystal chandelier overhead was spotless. Warm golden light glittered through its crystals, making the space bright and airy.
Since Orange Lake Castle was not a complex of castle buildings, but more like an enormous villa, its grounds were not particularly vast.
Even so, gazing up at the high ceiling from within gave them the illusion of standing in a palace.
Ji Li, Hou Guisheng, Luo Xian, Wei Guang, Clyde, White Wolf, Huangfu Jiajia, and Li Mochou—the eight branch managers and vice branch managers—gathered together and slowly advanced toward the great hall.
Along the way, everyone focused on the paintings on the stone walls to either side.
No one knew more about them than Clyde. Before entering the hotel, he had been a photographer who had traveled to dozens of countries, and he was particularly knowledgeable about such things.
Clyde was quite composed at that moment, showing no concern over gold coins or ghosts, and he lingered over the paintings more than anyone else.
Every so often, he would stop before a painting, admire it for a few seconds, then offer heartfelt praise.
"All the paintings here are originals. The oldest work of art is almost seven hundred years old."
Clyde was not shocked. Few people in the real world might be capable of assembling such a collection, but this was a supernatural place, where anything could be found.
"Do they have anything to do with the theme?"
Hou Guisheng was a native through and through, with an ingrained aversion