There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 419 If I were to destroy this place
Illusion, it must be an illusion effect!

Because this kind of thing is completely contrary to his own cognition, the electronic tablet will not be "disconnected" because it is not connected to the Internet at all!

Secondly, this is a product of black technology in the script space, not some transformational props related to spiritual power.

Even magic should not be able to change the system code of the black technology, at most it can make it crash. In short, it is completely impossible for the tablet to display "Your network is disconnected" in the Middle Ages!

The traveling poet is still a little self-aware, and his prop does not match the background of the script.

And after he clearly analyzed the fact that he had fallen into hallucinations, the picture on the tablet changed.

Well, a correct black screen...

He pressed the subkey on the side of the tablet, and then the black screen jumped, showing the door with the stairs, which was the monitoring method he left behind at the beginning.

As for the monitor placed on the archaeologist, it has been destroyed.

Although the monitor can radiate the surrounding scenes, they are all three-dimensional images formed by lines.

Therefore, we can only vaguely judge the situation at that time.

In the picture, the archaeologist who entered the underground space was rummaging around, and when she was attacked by several knight armors holding giant axes, she jumped onto a round platform and tried to pull out the sword there.

Then, the monitor was destroyed.

The traveling poet is thoughtful.

The person who destroyed the monitor...is the master of the castle.

And the last sentence he heard was - "If you really want this thing, it's not impossible to give it to you."

What deal did the archaeologist and the castle owner strike?
But the more important and unbelievable problem is that during this period, the castle owner did not prevent him from using archaeologists to explore the underground space at all.

The monitor was only destroyed at the very end.

Moreover, he made this kind of "illusion" that is very easy to see through at a glance for him who is in the room.

To be honest, this kind of behavior is like shouting in his ear deliberately: "I know you are peeking, but you are not allowed to watch the next thing!"

Then there was a "pop"!
The TV was off.

Traveling poet: "..."

Obviously, all their actions are actually under the watchful eyes of the castle owner.

The traveling poet turned his head to look at the roses on the windowsill.

The scarlet moonlight shone on the roses, making the already gorgeous flowers more delicate, as poignant and beautiful as quenched blood.

He thought, if Prague Castle could easily make them hallucinate, would all of this, and even the entire castle be an illusion?

The way to leave is to break the illusion?

After all, the witch is known as the ultimate destination of evil spirits and has the power to deceive people.

Then he thought of Qi Lisi.

However, if Qi Lisi wanted to use him to achieve a certain purpose, why would she make such a move that would obviously make him suspicious?

Wait... There is no Internet in this era, so does Qi Lisi know what "off the Internet" means?

But if it wasn't for Qi Lisi...

The traveling poet stared at the rose on the window sill in a daze, thinking about these things in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more confused his thoughts became.

He seemed to be on the verge of not being able to tell the truth from the fake.

……

……

Prague Castle ushered in the sun at some point.

There is no excessive beauty like morning glow, probably the moment you blink, the red moonlight outside turns into a brilliant golden sun.

Then the sky brightened and became cloudless.

This castle shows its weirdness to you unabashedly, without even pretending, but in some places it is normal and there are no mistakes.

The normality with a touch of weirdness in the weirdness is the most confusing and bewildering.

Because you may not be able to tell the truth from the fake.

The traveling poet didn't sleep all night, but he was a little dazed, and when he suddenly heard an ethereal and leisurely melody, he came back from the sedation.

The melody came from nowhere, it seemed to come from a very far away place, and it seemed to be very close at hand.

It's like the singing of a nightingale, and it's like the flow of a stream, soft but carefree, it just feels like it's shaking people's hearts.

The traveling poet subconsciously stood up, and when his body had reached the door of the room, he suddenly realized—this process seems a little familiar, right?

So next, the traveling poet also followed the direction of the sound of the music with ease, and slowly paced there.

But this time it wasn't in the girl's palace.

On the round platform of the pavilion path on the third floor of the castle, facing the forest outside the castle, you can see the scenery far away, and the pavilion path is full of gorgeous roses, blooming wantonly against the brilliant sun.

The girl was wearing a dark red rococo dress, with walnut-colored curly hair coiled on top of her head. She closed her eyes and stood quietly among the flowers, immersed in playing the violin for the rose in front of her.

The traveling poet stood still outside the pavilion.

This song is not as sad as yesterday, but it also penetrates into the consciousness and soul, trembling in the spiritual ocean.

He didn't even have the heart to interrupt.

So I tried my best to suppress my almost urge to chant poems, lest the scene suddenly become awkward.

After a piece of music was played, the girl opened her eyes, first looked at the void and the distant scenery, and then turned her head to look at him.

The girl curled her mouth: "You are here."

The traveling poet was slightly taken aback, then immediately found a topic: "What was that song just now?"

"A Nightingale Serenade." Revised Edition.

Xu Shuo added the last two words in his heart.

As for why it is a revision...

Although Qi Lisi is proficient in the violin, Xu Shuo only heard this piece of music in someone else's office by chance, and then talked a few words in an unconscious way to cater to the boss's preferences.

But he couldn't remember the specifics of topics that had nothing to do with work.

After Xu Shuola finished playing the violin, he looked at the progress bar of the character card with a little melancholy, and ran forward a little bit.

Forget it, a little bit is a little bit.

If it doesn't work, he doesn't mind suppressing the progress of the main task, and then slowly fills up the card slot with this little bit of speed.

Anyway, those players are now under his control. In the archaeological team, the male teacher and their three student NPCs have also been dealt with, basically there is no one who can disturb the trouble.

It can be said that the prospect of this script is smooth!
When thinking of this, Xu Shuo always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but before he had time to think about it, he heard a voice from the side.

"The melody of this piece is different from yesterday's piece." The traveling poet said suddenly.

"I'm in a better mood today." Xu Shuo said with a smile.

"why?"

"Maybe it's the beautiful sunshine, or maybe it's the sweet wine. Today's flowers are growing well."

"..."

These words made the traveling poet silent for a while. He stared at the girl who was fiddling with rose branches in front of him, and said in a serious tone: "Qilisi, I want to ask you something."

Xu Shuo turned to look at him: "Huh?"

The extremely bright sunlight shone over, and the amber pupils of the traveling poet were reflected thoroughly and sharply by the light.

He said: "If I were to destroy Prague Castle, what would you do?"

Xu Shuo paused: "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I think the only way to leave Prague Castle is to make this place cease to exist. In this way, you should also be able to get rid of the restrictions of the castle."

When he said this, because the traveling poet's face was calm enough and paralyzed, it was completely impossible to tell whether he was serious or not.

It's just the words spit out loudly, which are very convincing.

It's a surprise early in the morning.

Xu Shuo lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"But, Alex, I will disappear with Prague Castle."

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(End of this chapter)