The Frozen Earl Leipzig

In the end, the Earl Leipzig arrived at the Spirit Tower, though he was deeply unwilling to do so.

No one came to receive him. The moment he arrived, however, the tightly shut doors of the Spirit Tower creaked and slowly opened on their own.

The lights inside the Spirit Tower were dim, and the old wooden floorboards creaked with every step.

"...Cough, cough..."

The Earl Leipzig began coughing uncontrollably as soon as he stepped into the Spirit Tower.

His brows knitted tightly as he covered his nose with one hand.

The place was saturated with an old, aged atmosphere.

It was like the smell of an abandoned, dilapidated house with peeling walls and webs everywhere, the odor that wafted out after opening its creaking front door. It was also like an ancient library that no one had entered for many years... One only had to walk up to the bookshelves to smell the "scent of time."

If someone pulled out a dust-covered book at such a moment and opened it, the sudden intensification of its odor would make them cough uncontrollably.

"This wretched place..."

The Earl Leipzig cursed under his breath.

The moment he entered, he felt a chill pass over the top of his head. His wild thoughts dwindled into faint tension and caution, while all his distracting thoughts were swept away.

It was as if he had suddenly entered a completely soundproof environment after becoming accustomed to the noise of daily life. It was quiet to the point of discomfort.

When the Earl Leipzig passed the first light in the corridor, the flames suddenly shot upward with a whoosh. The orange-yellow torchlight instantly turned a ghostly blue, and a ferocious skull emerged within it.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

Sharp laughter echoed from every direction around