There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 398 The girl in the castle
When he walked out of the room, the traveling poet had already reacted.

But he still walked in the direction of the music, not only because of the attractiveness of the music, but more importantly, to investigate the abnormality of the castle and find a way to leave.

[Main task: Escape from Prague Manor. 】

This is the task he received.

After all, he didn't think he could leave easily just by rushing outside.

Although the forest around the villa looks normal now, who knows what will happen outside after leaving here.

The moment they opened their eyes, they were surrounded by countless monsters from the abyss!

If it wasn't for the bells ringing in the castle that made those monsters retreat inexplicably, maybe this script is a battle royale from the abyss!

But at this time, the faint melody coming from the depths of the corridor made him feel that it was similar to those bells.

Different from when he just heard it, the originally melodious tune suddenly became mellow and mournful at this moment. The ups and downs of the tune were incomprehensible, and he felt dizzy for no reason when he listened to it in his mind.

If before, it was the gentle breeze blowing over the sand dunes in the distance, then now, it is the whirlpool wandering quietly in the dark deep sea.

I can't figure out how the style of music can change so quickly.

The traveling poet followed the sound of the music, turned around the magnificent and spacious corridor, and came to the gate of a huge palace.

Climbing up the steps, you can clearly see the furnishings in the palace from the half-open door.

It's just that the view facing the door is nothing to look at.

It's just black and red.

Thick velvet curtains hang down from the ceiling, and black silk threads embroider patterns of roses on the red-bottomed curtains. The patterns are bright and dark, and a strange and sad melody comes from this palace.

The traveling poet walked quietly to the gate of the palace. He looked inside and saw the girl standing by the window.

The girl is not tall, and the floor-length rococo-style thick skirt almost drowned her whole body, and made her almost blend with the background of the palace. The edge of the dark red skirt was surrounded by circles of black lace. It is also dotted with rose flowers that cannot be seen as true or false.

She turned her head slightly, put the dark amber violin on her shoulder, and swung the bow with lowered eyes.

The melody flowed out from the trembling strings, and the girl looked calm and sad, and the incomprehensible but full of resentment and poignancy was just played.

The traveling poet stared blankly for a while, until the other party stopped playing, and the music floating in the palace stopped suddenly.

Then, the girl suddenly turned to look at him.

In those dark eyes, there was undisguised surprise, it was the surprise to see him.

The traveling poet felt that he really should say something at this time, whether it was to elicit a topic or to show why he appeared in this place.

"Sorry, I heard music just now," he explained.

Hearing this, the surprise in the girl's eyes eased a little, and then she lowered her head and said, "This is not the place for you, you'd better leave this castle quickly, before it gets dark."

Ok? !

Traveling poets suddenly notice the elements!

Is this character, who obviously looks wrong at first glance, conveying a message to him now?Why?
"Why are you leaving?"

Thinking of this in his heart, the traveling poet also asked, and expressed his doubts appropriately: "The people in the Prague manor are very enthusiastic, and the owner of the castle invited us to come in as guests, and there is another one prepared for us in the evening. Welcome party, why would you want me to leave now. Who are you?"

"You talk too much!"

The girl suddenly put down the violin in her hand, and quickly walked towards the door as she lifted her skirt lightly.

The huge dress swayed with her, and the red light from the palace gate shone on the girl, making her walnut-colored hair even deeper against the background.

Truth be told, while beautiful it does look like a scarlet mobile tank.

So when the other party approached, although the traveling poet appeared to be calm, his nerves were actually tensed and he was always ready to fight.

However, the girl stood still five meters away from him, and began to push the huge palace door panel with her thin arms.

The ten-meter-high brown palace door was pushed by her, but when the girl was about to close the door, she suddenly paused.

She looked up with a complicated expression: "I have already warned you, Prague Castle is not as beautiful as you think, if you can, you should leave as soon as possible."

The traveling poet was still studying how she pushed the door, but when he heard this, he hurried forward and put his palm on the rose relief on the door.

Through the gap in the gate, he looked at the girl who was close at hand, and asked earnestly, "But you didn't tell me how to leave."

Xu Shuo: "..."

"Go upstairs..."

The girl opened her mouth, but only uttered a word. She seemed to be taboo about something, and a look of horror appeared in her eyes.

Before the traveling poet could stop her again, she closed the door forcefully.

Bang!

The heavy gate was closed, and only the vivid relief of roses was left in front of the traveling poet.

In addition to roses, there are also lines that look like magic circles, making this door feel dizzy just by looking at it for a while.

The traveling poet withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and thought in doubt.

What was the girl's unspoken words just now?
Go upstairs...to the roof?
He looked up at the high dome.

The castle was so huge that when he was in the hall on the first floor, he thought he had seen the ceiling, but in fact, when he came to the third floor, he would find that it could be even higher.

The route in the castle is even more complicated. When the traveling poet followed the music to find it, he had already taken many detours.

To be honest, the moment the traveling poet saw the girl in the palace, he thought it was the owner of the castle.

Or maybe it's the big boss of the script.

Although the steward had said that his master was not in the castle, no one would believe that.

The reason is that it is inconvenient to meet them, or it is not yet time to meet their prey.

And being able to live in such a bustling palace, the identity of the girl is definitely not simple, plus she was attracted by the other party's music melody - this almost confirmed the foreword of the script.

However, what the traveling poet never expected was that the other party was actually giving him advice!

He did not doubt the credibility of this advice, because his task was to [escape from the Prague manor], coupled with the encounter in the dark forest and the behavior of the housekeeper forcibly keeping them here, no matter how you look at it, it shows that this place weird.

Leaving is the safest option!

The traveling poet looked at the gate of the rose relief, and for a moment, he couldn't tell the girl's camp.

If she is not the owner of this castle, who else could it be?

The person who made her more afraid?
Thinking of what the girl had just said, the traveling poet didn't plan to go back to his room, he planned to go to a higher place to check.

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(End of this chapter)