This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Park Tae-rang frowned: "You don't need to..."

"It's alright." Kuna Kazuko looked up and forced a smile. "They... do need someone. I'll go over."

She gripped the strap of her cloth bag tightly and took small, quick steps toward the group of bald, burly men.

In exchange, August adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, stepped into Lin Feng's group, and nodded to everyone.

With this, the identities of the six teams were finalized.

Leng Meng made a "please" gesture, said "follow me," and then took the lead in going up the stairs.

The others followed one after another.

As Lin Feng took a step, he subconsciously glanced back.

Vivian was also looking at him, and their eyes met briefly.

Lin Feng smiled and waved to her, "Goodnight."

Vivian was clearly taken aback by his words, and paused for a moment before her ears turned a light red.

She pursed her lips and nodded very slightly in response.

The staircase spirals upwards, its stone steps worn smooth and shiny, with slightly concave edges, bearing the marks of countless footsteps.

Every few steps along the wall, a small oil lamp is embedded, its flame burning quietly inside a glass dome.

Upon arriving on the third floor, a long, narrow corridor stretched out before us.

Six wooden doors are arranged in a row on both sides of the corridor, with brass-colored door numbers nailed to the door panels, from 301 to 312.

In other words, there are a total of twelve guest rooms on both sides of the corridor.

Only six rooms were cleared out of the castle – whether this was a coincidence or intentional is unknown.

The floor was covered with an old, dark red carpet, the pattern of which was now blurred and indistinct, and the sound of footsteps was completely swallowed up when you stepped on it.

Several wall-mounted candlesticks hung down on both sides of the corridor, casting a dim, yellowish light that shrouded the depths of the corridor in a hazy glow.

At the end of the corridor was a half-open door, which Leng Meng pointed to:

"That's the restroom; you can take a shower there."

"But there are no spare clothes in the room, so you'll have to figure it out yourselves after you've finished showering."

Someone muttered a complaint under their breath, but was stopped by their companion.

With a flick of her right hand, Leng Meng spread her fingers and held a flat ebony tray in her palm, with six pieces of paper upside down in the center of the tray.

"Please send one representative from each group to draw a room."

"Even-numbered rooms face south, and south-facing rooms are warmer at night."

"Odd-numbered rooms face north, and the temperature in north-facing rooms... can drop very low at night, sometimes even below zero."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low buzzing sound arose from the crowd.

"They're doing this again..."

"Can you please be quiet for a bit?"

But Marco, from the boot country, had a somewhat subtle expression.

He leaned against the wall, his dark curly hair sweeping across his brow bone, his gaze slowly falling on Lina, the girl from the Aegean in his group.

If you draw a north-facing room, the temperature will drop to below zero at night, which is a perfect opportunity to huddle together for warmth and snuggle up to each other.

Lina has gentle features, fair skin, and long, soft hair tied back. She is standing quietly to the side of the line.

As if sensing Marco's gaze, Lina looked up, met his eyes, and instinctively shrank back slightly.

Lin Feng stepped forward and picked up a piece of paper from the tray.

He flipped open a corner, glanced at it, and calmly walked back to his group.

"What number?" Park Tae-rang leaned closer.

Lin Feng flipped the paper over to show everyone—[305]

This means that the room faces north.

Park Tae-rang wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything.

August adjusted his glasses but remained silent.

Tasia pulled her trench coat tighter, as if she could already feel the chill of the night.

The second person to step forward was Mark from the United States.

He unfolded the paper, [302].

Facing south.

The others in the group breathed a sigh of relief and cheered quietly.

Mark didn't say anything, but raised his chin, pointed his nostrils at Park Tae-rang, and gave a barely audible hum.

In the group led by Hisana Kazuko, the bald, muscular man strode forward and drew a [304].

Facing south.

He turned to his teammates, waved the piece of paper, and grinned at Kuna Hoko: "How about it? Joining our team is the right choice!"

Herana Kako's lips twitched slightly, but the smile vanished before it reached her eyes.

The thought of spending the night in a room with five Black men, and the unpredictability of what might happen, made her unconsciously clench the cloth bag in her hand.

The fourth is Marco from the boot country.

He lazily picked up a card, [303].

Facing north.

He pretended to be annoyed and complained in a low voice, but his eyes couldn't hide his secret delight.

Behind him, the girl from the Aegean named Lina visibly paled.

The last two groups are [307] and [309], both of which are north-facing rooms.

After handing over the corresponding room keys one by one, Leng Meng said:

"You may now return to your rooms to rest. The check-in rules are posted on the back of your room doors; please read them carefully."

"Also, my room is 312. Please do not come to disturb me unless there are special circumstances."

Sweet dreams, everyone.

As soon as she finished speaking, she took a step and prepared to walk towards 312.

"Butler Leng, please wait a moment." Lin Feng suddenly called out to her.

In that instant, Lin Feng had already quietly activated his talent [Desire Insight].

The flow of information flashed through his mind:

Deep down, Leng Meng desperately craves modern skincare products.

This ancient castle is frozen in time two hundred years ago, and only has simple and crude ancient ointments, which are rough in texture and can hardly be called repairing or nourishing.

Leng Meng turned around, her face still bearing that professional smile, but there was a hint of barely perceptible doubt in her eyes.

Lin Feng took out a dark gray gift box from his spatial storage. The box had a line of silver-stamped text on it: "You Tan·Ning Lu Series".

He stepped forward, stopped two steps away, held the gift box in both hands, and handed it to Leng Meng.

"Cold Butler, the castle environment is cold and dry. Skincare products here have limited effectiveness and are very heavy on the skin."

Leng Meng's gaze fell on the gift box, and she couldn't help but pause slightly.

The "You Tan·Ning Lu Series" printed on the gift box is actually a brand she used before, and its effects are particularly suitable for her skin type.

But this is an ancient castle from two hundred years ago, and this person can casually pull out something like this.

It felt like something had gently bumped into my chest.

But she quickly looked away, suppressing that momentary lapse in judgment.

He who takes a bribe is beholden to it.

She understands this principle better than anyone else.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lin Feng."

"However, it is inappropriate for me to accept gifts from guests, so please take them back."

After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly and prepared to leave.

"Butler Leng, please don't be so quick to refuse." Lin Feng's tone was calm and composed.

"I am actually a creative professional at GG, and I have been conceiving a set of product ideas based on the mysterious background of an ancient castle."

"This 'Youtan·Ninglu' set is a sample I brought. I need a user in a castle environment to give me a real user experience after trying it out."

"For me, your feedback is an important source of material for writing creative proposals."

He handed the gift box forward a little further.

"This doesn't count as a gift. You just need to tell me honestly about the changes in your skin after using it, and that will be a huge help to me."