The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion - Chapter 107: The Count of Baltic, Adding Legs to ones Sketch of a Serpent

When a traverser mistakenly thought that he had crossed the back of Britain in the 1980s, and when he was suffering from childhood, he would eventually sink into the darkness in repentance, and a strange and familiar admission notice would light up his life.

But when he came into contact with the deeper darkness, did he choose to stay away from the abyss or jump into it without hesitation?

”You wait, I will be back soon.”

On the fifth floor of the St. Mungo Hospital, he finally firmly held her pale hand.

This is a story of biting teeth, even a liar that you can lie, and struggles repeatedly in pain and tenderness.

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Ludwig Heart, the heir to a vast fortune and a life of luxury, craves only one thing: freedom from his gilded cage. But when a plane crash catapults him into a world of magic and danger, he awakens not as the hero he dreamed of, but as a victim in a twisted ritual. Trapped between the ambitions of dark necromancers and the wrath of vengeful gods, Ludwig must navigate a deadly new reality where his life is no longer his own. Stripped of privilege and resurrected as an undead pawn, Ludwig’s fight for survival will determine whether he reclaims his destiny—or becomes a mere footnote in a world of shadows and deceit.

The young lord of a small and weak country saves a dragon beside the sea one day.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.