Sending It Away

The shrill screams filled with fear reached the ears of every guest in the large living room, making their hearts tremble and making them feel uncontrollably afraid.

Painter Maren was very sensitive to this. Paleness, who was not very healthy, looked at Count Puyver and asked with concern, "What happened?"

At this time, Count Puyver was frowning slightly, looking slightly confused.

Hearing Maren's question, he came back to his senses and said with a relaxed and natural smile, "There may have been an accident. I asked the servant to ask about the specific situation. Don't worry, this will not affect us. What can happen?"

After saying that, Count Puyver motioned to the valet who was staying in the corner of the living room to go to the place where the screams occurred.

Then he said to all the guests, "Go on, go on."

While speaking, the member of the Sauron Family turned his attention to Lumian.

From the moment he presented the gold bar, he had been observing every move and subtle expression of the "Emperor", trying to figure out why he ate the Gold Coin piece of King Cake instead of himself.

Lumian endured a little madness permeating his body, looked at Painter Maren and said, "Draw a picture with your butt."

As the prank king of Cordou Village, he has a lot of options in his arsenal, enough to arrange an "unforgettable" task for every gamer Participant present.

But this was not the issue that Lumian was most concerned about. The bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area made him very worried.

This strange and terrifying thing did not leave because it could not invade Lumian's body. It still lingered in the air without weakening at all, and even spread out its irritability, bloodthirsty and irritability.

Lumian all suspected that the scream just now had something to do with the crazy spirit lingering around.

The handsome but Paleness tired Painter Maren heard about painting with the butt for the first time, and was a little stunned, not knowing what to do.

Novelist Anoli and others were influenced by the idea that they had accepted the task and could not let others escape. Not only did they get excited and ask the servants around to bring Paint and drawing paper, they also took the initiative to "help" Maren take off his belt.

Maren couldn't escape, so I had to paint Paint on my butt, printed it on the drawing paper several times, and finally completed a work that looked like a child's graffiti.

Seeing this scene, the novelist Anoli was suddenly inspired:

"How about we frame it and send it to art critics? Let's see what kind of evaluation they will give to such a work.

"The signature of the painting is 'Emperor' Vocabulary, and the title is, um, Maren. What do you think?"

Maren avoided everyone, wiped his butt, thought for a while and said, "Just call it 'Café'."

"What's the significance of this?" Cornell, editor-in-chief of "The Little Trierian" newspaper, asked curiously.

"It's meaningless, I just thought of such a term." Maren shook his head, dropped the handkerchief and soft paper stained by Paint, and lifted his pants, "The painting itself is meaningless."

While they were discussing, Count Puyver's valet walked back into the living room and whispered a few words into the master's ear.

Affected by the hidden crazy aura of "Blood Emperor", Lumian couldn't hear clearly what the other party was saying even if he concentrated completely, and could only barely distinguish a few Vocabulary:

"Loss... hurt... danger..."

Count Puyver's expression was gloomy, showing a slight sense of solemnity.

He immediately nodded gently, motioned the valet to return to his previous position, and pretended that it was no big deal.

While Lumian was observing the expression of this Sauron Family member, he tried his best to think of a way to make that crazy spirit leave:

You can't wait until everyone has completed the designated tasks, right? No, there is still one step missing. At the end of the last King Cake Game, the piece of King Cake dedicated to Vermonda·Soren was eaten by Count Puyver...

Thinking of this, Lumian turned his attention to the piece of Sacrifice that was still on the dinner plate, then leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, and picked it up.

Count Puyver has no doubts about this.

In his opinion, "Charles" would have a problem if he didn't get the piece of Sacrifice!

Almost at the same time, the crazy spirit that was circling and exuding negative influence seemed to be affected by Provocation, and was suddenly fixed above the head of Lumian.

It pours out all kinds of negative emotions, just like Curse, the humble human being who dares to eat his own Sacrifice.

Lumian felt anger, hatred and gnashing of teeth that wanted to tear his soul apart.

Not only was he not afraid, but he smiled.

This shows that he did the right thing!

If that crazy spirit didn't react much to his act of taking away Sacrifice, he wouldn't know how to stop him from continuing to hover over everyone's heads.

This does not mean that it will definitely succeed, and it may still be dangerous, but at least it is better than King Cake Game Participant becoming more and more irritable and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other.

At that time, Lumian can still "Teleportation" escape, but other people, except Count Puyver, probably no one can survive.

Of course, after he eats Sacrifice, he cannot predict whether Mutation will appear and bring new dangers, but in this situation, it is better to do better than never.

For King Cake Game's Participant, if Lumian doesn't try, they Certain Death will undoubtedly have a lot of hope if they do.

Lumian brought the piece of King Cake, which was Sacrifice, to his mouth and took a big bite.

The mad spirit became increasingly angry and violent.

It no longer hovered above other people's heads, hovering just above Lumian's head. Sometimes it wanted to fall down, sometimes it tried to tear the target apart, but it stopped instinctively due to the breath of Alista·Tudor.

Another scream suddenly sounded.

This came from somewhere Red Swan Castle, and it did not belong to the same person as the previous scream.

Just now it was Men, now it is Women.

Count Puyver's eyelids twitched and he smiled and said, "It must be that the servant who was dealing with the unexpected situation was frightened by some of the more terrifying scenes."

Guests such as literary critic Anyong accepted this explanation.

m•hetushu•com. com On the one hand, they are guests and have no right to interfere with what happens in Castle. On the other hand, they are gradually immersed in King Cake Game, a little fanatical, a little impatient, a little anxious, and not as concerned about other things as before.

Lumian ate the piece of King Cake that was Sacrifice one bite at a time, treating the invisible anger of the crazy spirit and Curse as music playing in his ears.

Compared with the horrible ravings he heard every time he got Gift, this was the wonderful performance of Symphony Orchestra.

Without being able to really make a sound and not daring to invade his body, that crazy spirit could only indirectly affect his mood and state.

During this process, Lumian was distracted by arranging tasks for different people, and found that Participant only had games in their eyes.

Castle screamed from time to time, making people's hair stand on end and sending chills down their backs.

Finally, Lumian finished chewing Sacrifice, and the crazy spirit hovering above his head suddenly stopped.

The next second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if evaporating out of thin air.

The Participants of King Cake Game still seem fanatical, but they are no longer so irritable and irritable.

Lumian let out a breath quietly, turned his head and said to Alois beside him, "Dance a section Twist, if you don't know how to dance, just ask someone else to teach you."

Compared to Can-Can, which is full of sexual implications, Twist looks relatively normal as long as it's not a man and woman dancing together, but it looks more like Jester.

Alois relaxed, left his seat, and twisted his body unskillfully.

While everyone was laughing, Lumian arranged tasks for the remaining Participant.

After all Participant had taken a turn, he straightened up and said with a gesture of looking down at everyone, "The last task:

"Keep it a secret and don't tell anyone about today's game."

"Yes, His Imperial Majesty!" Alois and Laurent, who were still immersed in the game atmosphere, responded in unison with respectful expressions.

Of course, this is also because Lumian still has some "Blood Emperor" aura secretly affecting him.

Seeing that every Participant showed an instinctive obedience, Lumian quietly exhaled and said with a smile, "Today's game is over."

Count Puyver then stood up, smiled and made a please gesture:

"Let's go to Restaurant now."

From the living room to Restaurant, you must pass through the Castle Main Building hall. Lumian, who had returned to normal, saw several male servants and maids busy near the corridor out of the corner of his eye.

They were cleaning up a red water stain with a mop.

Red...Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked back.

When the dinner was over and everyone left one after another, Lumian also found Count Puyver and took out the five heavy gold bars with a smile.

Count Puyver shook his head:

"Since this is the game I proposed, I have to follow the rules. Do you look down on me and think I am short of the thirty thousand Felkine?"

"That's polite." Lumian responded with a smile, without any humility, and quickly and smoothly stuffed the gold bar back into his pocket.

According to the agreement, he let Poet Ilett ride in his Four-Wheeled, Four-Seater Carriage, and only gave the other party 3000 Felkine on the pretext that he had limited Banknotes with him.

Ilett didn't care at all. He put Banknotes away and talked about his own aesthetics.

When the carriage started moving, Lumian asked, "Which district are you going to?"

"Just send me to Sacred Heart Monastery." Ilett said with a smile, "I'll go there to find a friend. Poet, who is sponsored, will always find friends to have a big meal."

Sacred Heart Monastery ah...Lumian nodded slightly, raised his voice, and ordered Coachman.

Not long after, the carriage arrived at the Monastery that was as beautiful as Oil Painting. Even in the dark night, the Golden on the wall surface reflected the Crimson Moonlight, making it look extremely dreamy.

After watching Ilett walk into Monastery, Lumian ordered Coachman to return to Springwater Street of Memorial Hall District.

Amidst the clatter of horses' hooves, patches of woods and fertile fields were left behind.

Suddenly, Termiboros's majestic and layered voice echoed in Lumian's ears:

"A dangerous creature is following you, starting with Red Swan Castle.

"It is hostile and about to attack."

Dangerous creature...Lumian squinted his eyes, calmly opened the door of the carriage, and jumped out easily.

He faced Coachman and said with the remaining majesty of the previous emperor Acting: "Wait for me in the small town ahead."

Coachman hesitated for two seconds, and finally chose to obey the order.

While Lumian watched him and the carriage leave, he calmly took out the "Torture" gloves from the Briefcase he was carrying, and put them on Iron-Black's hands calmly and casually.

The nearby woods suddenly became darker, and the river flowing here seemed to be dyed red like blood.