"Who said I didn't recognize it?" Deadpool had already healed during the fall; he seemed to be in pretty good shape today. He planted his hands on his hips and rolled up from the lawn. "Isn't this, this, you know, that place?"
As he spoke, he secretly winked toward empty space, seemingly hoping the Livestream audience would give him a hint.
But apparently, his brain cancer had made him forget that he couldn't receive outside assistance in a dream.
This palace was grand and imposing, yet there was also a trace of warmth within its solemnity.
The main hall ran east to west, its two ends connecting with the southern and northern wings to form a symmetrical geometric pattern. Seen from above, the entire complex resembled the character for "ordinary," with the dot in its center being an exceptionally magnificent and beautiful fountain.
The palace was surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens, as well as a racetrack, pools, rivers, artificial hills, flowerbeds, pavilions, towers, and other structures and decorations befitting its residents' status.
Whether it was the sculptures outside or the furniture visible through the windows, everything displayed the extravagant luxury of Roman classicism. Combined with the women moving through the palace, it was easy to determine the place and Time Point.
They wore lavish gowns with enormous skirts and elaborate, fluffy wigs adorned with ribbons, feathers, flowers, even fruits and vegetables. When speaking, they covered their mouths with lace fans. That was France during the height of the Rococo era.
"This is the Palace of Versailles, Wade. Stick with me and don't wander off."
Su Ming patted his shoulder, preparing to take everyone to the ball and head straight for the famous Hall of Mirrors.
"I was just about to say Versailles, but you stole the words right out of