MTL - Non-Human Seeking Re-employment-Chapter 19 Be late

In fact, there is no difference between the day and night of the castle. They are all obscured by a thick black cloud, and the daylight is dim.

It is only after the sun sets, the darkness is thicker and thicker.

The dinner began when the bells of the night rang through the castle.

The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man came to the hall first, and they sat in the corner with a little uneasiness on the face.

After the murder of Hu Mo’s name, they were more vigilant, and they didn’t dare to touch anything. They were afraid of making taboos and gave their lives in vain.

Even the food in front of them did not shake them.

Shen Dongqing does not have this taboo.

In his opinion, this game is almost the same as a holiday. There is no psychological burden. When you sit down, you will pick up a hot apple pie and send it to your mouth.

The plaid shirt whispered, "Do you still eat?"

Maybe last night, it was eating and eating, and he ate the most.

Shen Dongqing stopped the action and said, "It's delicious."

The plaid shirt glanced at the table full of food, and swallowed quietly, still did not dare to move.

吱嘎——

The door was suddenly pushed open, attracting everyone’s attention.

The housekeeper owes a debt.

I saw that the count was late.

The count was wearing a black dress, and the skin that was exposed to the outside was pale and fragile, wearing black veils, covering most of the face, only to see the scarlet lips.

"Good evening, ladies."

The count picked up the skirt and walked slowly toward the main position.

As she moves, the black velvet rises slightly and she can see a flash of face.

The count is a 40-year-old lady, well-maintained and elegant.

But if the hustle and bustle is here, it will be horrified - the count that he killed last night is obviously an old woman who will walk.

But the people present are not aware of it.

The count raised the glass on his seat: "Welcome to your arrival, the harvest will be made for you... colorful."

After she finished, she drank the red wine in the cup and the lips were stained with wine, which made her look more rosy.

The count put down the wine glass, looked at the plaid shirt and bald middle-aged man who did not dare to move, and chuckled: "It seems that this girl is more shy, is it so scary?"

"no no……"

The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man shook their heads again and again, and quickly picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.

The count gratefully hooked his lips: "So, let's start..."

Zhou Wenyan interrupted her: "The Earl, what is the harvest festival?"

The count’s gaze fell on Zhou Wenyan’s body. After seeing the other party not wearing a gorgeous dress, the voice became a lot colder: “Of course it is to celebrate the harvest that God has given.”

"Okay, let's start the dance."

The voice fell, and there was a burst of music in the corner.

Plaid shirts and bald middle-aged people do not dare to act first, but look at others.

Zhou Wenyan first got up and extended his hand to Shen Dongqing: "Can I invite you to dance?"

Shen Dongqing is still eating, the cheeks on both sides are bulging, vaguely saying: "I won't."

Zhou Wenyan said: "I teach you."

The two got up and walked into the dance floor in the middle of the hall.

Zhou Wenyan took Shen Dongqing in one hand and put his hand behind his waist, whispering: "Hand on my shoulder."

Shen Dongqing likes to learn human behavior and is interested in everything.

He slammed his hand on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder and walked along with his footsteps.

Fortunately, Zhou Wenyan is tall and tall, and Shen Dongqing’s female step is no violation.

The count looked at the two dancers dancing on the dance floor, his eyes narrowed and he slammed into the remaining three.

Wu Jia felt the danger, and he did not hesitate to grab the plaid shirt and pulled it into the dance floor.

Plaid shirt: "What are you doing?!"

Wu Jia: "If you want to live, just dance!"

Then the two big men began to dance stiffly.

The count looked at the only bald middle-aged man who survived. Some were dissatisfied with his too sparse head, but he went forward and picked up the skirt.

"Beautiful lady, can I invite you to dance?"

The beautiful bald "Miss" snorted and wanted to ask for help from others, but no one wanted to dedicate his life to others.

Under the black gauze, the count’s mouth twitched strangely: “I don’t want it? It’s a pity...”

The bald middle-aged man quickly said: "I am willing!"

The count extended his hand: "I am very honored."

But her face is very regrettable, as if she regrets why the bald middle-aged did not reject her invitation.

The bald middle-aged man showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and took the count's hand.

The two entered the dance floor.

At first glance, there are already three pairs of dancers in the dance floor.

Only one pair of feet is stiff, and from time to time step on the other's feet, like two geese are fighting.

The other pair is more harmonious.

Zhou Wenyan put Shen Dongqing in his arms, and he was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, but he seemed to be a real aristocratic gentleman, looking down from time to time to look at the people in his arms.

Shen Dongqing also integrated into the dance music under his leadership.

The most bizarre pair is the count and her bald "Miss."

The Earl is elegant and natural, but her partner is shaking like a sieve. She is like dancing with her own portrait.

The bald middle-aged man is afraid of being afraid. If he wants to finish the dance, he will quickly get away from the count.

Just jumping and jumping, he suddenly smelled a scent.

If there is nothing, like sandalwood.

After the fragrance, I can smell a faint rust.

The bald middle-aged man stunned and even forgot his fear. He looked straight at the count, like a puppet, and danced a standard dance.

The music stops.

The count leaned over the ear of a bald middle-aged man and whispered: "Tonight, I am waiting for you..."

The bald middle-aged man has a sluggish face and his voice is erratic: "Good."

The count smiled and let go of his hand: "Happy time is always short, and the party ends here, and it is lost."

She walked out of the hall under the servant's service.

The door slowly slammed and made a dull sound.

The bald middle-aged man wakes up like a big dream, sweats under the rain, and his legs are almost soft.

Zhou Wenyan glanced at him: "It's a pity that I didn't choose me."

Wu Jia silently thought: If you are selected, I am afraid that the count is the next victim.

The dinner is over.

The players returned to their rooms.

The middle-aged bald man was not in the right state. He returned to the room palely, and others did not respond to him.

Zhou Wenyan, Wu Jia and Shen Dongqing gathered in a room again.

Zhou Wenyan flipped through the book brought back from the library and casually swept Wu Jia sitting in the corner: "I never felt that you were so unsightly."

Wu Jia did not dare to say anything, but he could only try to narrow his body and ensure that he did not disturb the two.

Shen Dongqing scraped the past: "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Wenyan said: "The anecdote on Carlisle's territory."

Shen Dongqing glanced at it, and all the words on it were twists and turns. He didn’t know anything, and he sincerely lamented: "You know so much."

It may be that Shen Dongqing’s eyes are too bright, and Zhou Wenyan coughed a little embarrassedly: “No... a little bit of fur.”

Wu Jia was shocked.

This big sister will be modest?

Shen Dongqing pointed to one of them and curiously asked: "What is this?"

Zhou Wenyan explained: "It was probably written on the territory of Carlisle from the beginning of two hundred years ago. In the past, no one has ever heard of this festival."

Shen Dongqing interrupted him: "Wait!"

He ran to get a pillow and hugged it in his arms, just like listening to the bedtime story. When he was ready, he said, "You can start."

"I saw the history of the inheritance of Earl of Carlisle and found that only men can inherit the title and territory. Two hundred years ago, almost all the blood was dead because of a disease. Only one girl was left. This happened. The first female count. For two hundred years, the count was won by the countess."

Zhou Wenyan turned over another page.

The picture of the first Earl of Carlisle is drawn on it.

The girl in the dress is dressed in a costume and her head is wearing a black gauze, but it can be seen from the vague facial features that it is very similar to the Earl of Carlisle who attended the dinner tonight.

"So, the Earl of Carlisle in the past two hundred years is the same?" Wu Jia said. "But it doesn't make sense. The vampire should be immortal, and the count seems to be forty or fifty years old."

Zhou Wenyan slammed the book: "Keep up and see."

The voice fell.

A knock on the door sounded on time.

Bald middle-aged people are very scared.

He didn't know why the count invited him to dance, but he knew it was a bad message, like... death.

The bald middle-aged man walked around the room irritably and took out all his life-saving things.

Jade Buddha, spell, mahogany...

The bald middle-aged people are all hiding under the skirt, sitting on the chair and waiting vigilantly for the unknown danger.

But waiting to wait, he suddenly glanced and fell asleep.

clang--

The bell rang.

The bald middle-aged man seemed to be awakened and opened his dumb eyes.

His hands and feet were stiff and he walked out of the room silently.

There was no light on the corridor, and there was a black lacquer.

The bald middle-aged man did not hesitate in one step and went straight into the thick darkness.

He heard the voice of a woman laughing.

"Come on. Sweet lamb, give everything to the Lord."

"Use your clear-eyed eyes, use your snow-like skin, use your nighting voice, use your silky black..."

The moonlight sprinkled, and the half-head of the bald middle-aged man shone like a light bulb.

"...this is all right, come straight."

The count stood in a large rose garden and reached out to him.

The bald middle-aged man felt a cold breeze blowing, blowing him a spirit, blinking and seeing himself appearing in the garden, standing in front of the female count.

The countess is smiling at him, half of her face is still young, half of her face is white. The moonlight sprinkled, and countless tentacles stretched out of her shadow.

Seeing the tentacle getting closer and closer, the bald middle-aged man calmed down abnormally.

Since the count wants his life, he is better off killing the count.

Anyway, as long as you kill the count, you can pass the customs.

The bald middle-aged man showed a mad smile.

Zhou Wenyan pushed the door open.

I saw a glimmer of light coming down the steps.

He chased it up, but at the end of the stairs, only saw the housekeeper alone.

The housekeeper is expressionless: "Miss, is there anything?"

Zhou Wenyan stood and whispered: "The count invited me tonight."

The female housekeeper stared at Zhou Wenyan with a pair of heavy eyes. The tone was steady: "There has been someone who has gone, but please don't worry." She turned her eyes in a weird look and smiled. "In any case, it will always be your turn." ”

There was a footstep sound above the stairs.

Shen Dongqing and Wu Jia walked down.

Shen Dongqing saw the two deadlocked at the intersection and asked: "What happened?"

Zhou Wenyan said: "It was cheated."

Apparently the count had already guessed their intentions, and they staggered the time so that they did not have the opportunity to talk to her.

The housekeeper’s eyes swept over the three men and turned and left.

Only she had not taken two steps. Suddenly her neck hurt and the whole person fainted on the ground. The candlestick in her hand fell and made a crisp sound, and the fire went out.

Zhou Wenyan looked up and looked like a villain in the cold moonlight.

"Bring her back first."

Wu Jiama ran down, and picked up the collar of the housekeeper, dragging it up, and asked in the middle: "What about you?"

Zhou Wenyan said: "Hey... go see if you can rescue the count."

Of course, I didn’t catch up.

The bald middle-aged man has already cut off the count, and his limbs are in the field of roses. Under the water, the roses are more beautiful.

The bald middle-aged man was like two people who didn't see it. He took a **** peach sword and walked back.

"Another one." Zhou Wenyan said.

Shen Dongqing looked at the rose field: "As with yesterday, nothing."

Clean.

It seems that the count is just a body without a soul.

Zhou Wenyan touched his chin: "How do I feel that after the last two rounds, the game has learned the lesson and deliberately prepared an unkilled boss to make us happy?"

Shen Dongqing muttered: "I don't like to cut people."

Zhou Wenyan smiled and said: "Go back first."

"The count can't be found, we can talk to the butler first."

The housekeeper woke up and saw the three people sitting in front of her.

"What are you doing?" The housekeeper found herself **** in a chair and couldn't move. She was a little panicked. "Quickly let me go, you are provoking the count!"

Zhou Wenyan slammed the arm of the chair: "Let's relax, we will ask you a few questions. After all, we are not a bad person."

Shen Dongqing added a serious supplement: "I will not hack people."

Female housekeeper: ...

Even so, it seems that the next second will be the same as a knife.

The housekeeper only panicked for a while and calmed down: "I don't know anything."

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Zhou Wenyan said in a positive tone: "You are not afraid of death."

The eye of the housekeeper moved a bit.

Zhou Wenyan smiled at her: "Reassure, we don't like to fight and kill, but... trapping people in one place, there are still many ways to live forever."

Speaking of this, Shen Dongqing has more experience. He cheerfully cites: "For example, put people in glass bottles, then pour mercury, seal them up, or nail them to the limbs and forehead, and then bury them in the soil. Have……"

Every time he said an example, the housekeeper’s face was whiter.

Zhou Wenyan listened carefully, nodded or nodded: "I think your method is very good."

The housekeeper strongly supported: "These things are not in the castle."

Shen Dongqing thoughtfully: "Yes, then you can only use the simplest method. I have eaten you, although it looks a bit unpalatable..."

He looked at the skinny female butler with disappointment.

Zhou Wenyan said: "No, you can't eat anything."

Shen Dongqing nodded: "Well, then I will think about other methods."

The housekeeper’s face is green.

Wait, wait a minute.

Are they really a villain?

Under the threat, the housekeeper said what she knew like a bean.

"The count is not afraid of death, but the count is afraid of aging."

"The count has found black magic from the ban - books, able to keep youth, but every year to the devil to provide six places - female."

"No one can kill the count, no one can leave the castle, no one..."