There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 400 The dinner is coming soon
The tallest place in the entire castle is, unsurprisingly, the tall tower that I saw when I was on the hill.

The tower is in the center of the castle, like a maverick Optimus Prime. The spire on the top of the tower goes straight into the sky, and the architectural vision is very penetrating—although the first reaction of modern people may feel that That was a lightning rod.

The traveling poet recalled the shape of the castle he saw on the hill, walked around the criss-crossing flying buttresses, and walked in the direction of the tower.

But when he stepped on the stairs, he stopped suddenly and looked at the corridor on the other side.

The next moment, a figure walked out from the corner.

When seeing him, the other side also froze.

It was the climber, who was still wearing modern and simple luggage, and obviously came out to explore restlessly immediately after the room was allocated.

At this moment, the two suddenly met each other on a narrow road, apart from looking at each other, there was a touch of embarrassment.

"What are you doing here?" The traveling poet preemptively asked directly.

"Hey, I'm a mountaineer. Naturally, I like to climb high places. Now I feel that this high tower makes me have a desire to conquer." The climber said with a smile: "What about you?"

"I'm a traveler. Naturally, I like to go wherever the most interesting places are." The traveling poet copied his words without changing his expression.

"Okay, then we have the same goal?" the climber said tentatively.

The traveling poet didn't speak, but the two looked at each other, and avoided the topic in a tacit understanding and continued to move forward, but kept a relatively safe friendly distance for each other.

The flying buttresses on all sides of the castle can lead to the central tower, surrounding it like stars and moons, and the silver-gray walls glow faintly in the sun.

But just as the two of them stepped onto the stairs leading to the tower, a deep voice suddenly came from behind.

"Two."

The traveling poet's movements froze suddenly. He glanced at the climber not far away who also froze, and then looked back.

Behind them, at some point stood Housekeeper Armand Ray, only two or three meters away from them.

This distance can be regarded as close at hand in the battle.

Armand Ray Steward had a perfect gentlemanly smile on his face, and his body in a black tuxedo stood upright in the aisle, with his hands clasped in front of his lower abdomen, his posture was very upright.

"You two, the dinner party is coming soon, please go back to your room and change your clothes as soon as possible." The butler smiled gently.

"Ha, sorry, I think it's still early, so I just want to wander around in the castle." A calm smile hung on the climber's face, and he took back his steps on the stairs without a trace.

After he withdrew his feet, the sense of crisis that lingered all over his body disappeared.

But now the sun was shining brightly, it seemed to be at noon, and there was no sign that the dinner party was coming.

Armand Ray, the housekeeper, still smiled amiably: "The dinner party will be here soon. If the guests are interested in Prague Castle, they can visit it at any time after the banquet. We also have the largest collection in the empire here for you to enjoy."

The climber descended the donkey along the slope, and said with a very interested look: "Is that so? After the banquet is over, can you take us to visit?"

"Of course, please return to your room and change your clothes as soon as possible." The housekeeper smiled and proposed for the third time.

He stood sideways slightly, giving up the wide aisle to the two of them.

The climber didn't say anything more, he raised his feet and walked back briskly, even though his already tense breathing couldn't help but relax.

The traveling poet walked down the buttress in silence, and when he passed by Steward Armand Ray, the other party nodded slightly to him, which seemed to be a very common polite greeting.

He paused, then turned and left calmly.

Armand Thunder Steward stood where he was, watching their figures disappear, and then he also submerged directly into the castle building.

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In the castle palace.

Among the rose bushes blooming in the room, the girl entangled by countless blood vines was unconscious. The black roses greedily sucked her flesh and blood like a leech.

Afterwards, scarlet rose buds unfolded on the girl's body.

"Master, those two have already gone back."

Armand Leichu suddenly appeared behind Xu Shuo, looking up at the girl not far away with his dark eyes, with a respectful and fanatical expression.

Xu Shuo was concentrating on studying the female student who was tied up by the blood vine, but he just waved his hand casually when he heard this.

But when Armand Ray was about to leave, he suddenly turned his head and said: "The dinner party is here, remember to entertain those guests well, and don't neglect them."

"Yes, my venerable master." Armand Ray bowed and stepped back.

When he stepped out of the palace, the sky outside was suddenly dark!
The originally sunny sky was stained dark blue, and the cool night enveloped the entire manor. The workers who were still working before disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, little sparks spread in the manor.

The silver castle, which was still gleaming in the sunlight just now, is now dotted with countless lanterns in the darkness, like stars in the night sky.

Changing the night is easier for the Night Witch than maintaining the day.

Naturally, Xu Shuo is not in the mood to follow the rules of time and control the sun to go down slowly. Anyway, he is now a villain who can do whatever he wants.

Said the dinner party was coming soon, so it had to be soon!

Under the cognitive erosion of Prague Castle, no outsider except players will feel that there is something wrong with the time and weather.

Unless his willpower is stronger.

For example, the Green Knight back then, despite being imprisoned and tortured by the Night Witch, still remembered that he wanted to escape from this castle to pursue great freedom!
Well, his strong will is the most moving in this love story.

Xu Shuo slandered his role in his heart, and then waved his hand. After the blood vine rose submerged the female student's body, flesh and blood formed a new face.

This new doll looks like Pei Sheng's dress.

Xu Shuo snapped his fingers, and the still doll opened its eyes, and turned to look at him nimbly.

Feeling the connection between himself and the puppet, Xu Shuo was thoughtful: "There is no breath of abyss..."

As the saying goes, if you take too much medicine, you will always understand some diseases, and if you have experienced too many bugs, you will always understand some loopholes.

According to past experience, if he runs into the wrong controllable character, there will be an extra NPC without player filling and suppression, and that NPC is a loophole, which is likely to be eroded by the abyss, and then affect the entire script world!

Through observation, after realizing that the female student was not a player, Xu Shuo grabbed it and studied it.

But there is no breath of abyss.

Didn't he run wrong this time?
Of course, there seem to be a lot of NPCs in the script this time, maybe the loophole is also in other people.

But catching them all would be too alarming, and it would be difficult to deal with if his prey were alarmed, so Xu Shuo decided to stop for the time being.

Wait until after the banquet.

Xu Shuo commanded the magic power in the rosebushes, changed the newly baked doll in front of him into a more gorgeous golden red dress, and then placed her in another palace of the castle.

In addition to these, the script for the dinner later must also be prepared.

Xu Shuo felt very busy for a while, so he casually replied to Xiao Fei's letter from Xia Hongrao, and then continued to transform the other dolls left in the castle.

These puppets are naturally the workers who were working before, or the servants scattered all over the castle.

……

The wall clock in the castle hall went to eight o'clock.

The dinner party has begun.

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　py a book, the new book by the author of "I want to kill a god before I die" - "Some people are born with obtuse angles"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)