Author: Youdaoyan

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was heavy snowfall, and travelers carrying their luggage were walking in the snow that was almost knee-high, making it difficult to walk.

The traveler's head was covered by a thick cotton hat, and the heavy frost and snow added a natural mask to him. The thick clothes and tight canvas bag made it almost impossible to see his specific appearance at this moment.

People who saw him from a distance thought he was a stupid bear carrying a shell, embarrassed and fat.

The traveler looked up at the cliff ahead. A magnificent black castle was standing on the cliff.

That castle was his only chance to survive the wrath of winter.

Even if the traveler knows that the eerie black castle is full of signs of uneasiness, even the cold and severe snow can only be reduced to a background and cannot cover up its own paradoxical and dangerous atmosphere. The traveler also knows

, there must have been unimaginable deaths and murders there. Once he went there, he might never return, but he still had to go.

Should he freeze to death in this blizzard, or die later in the dangers that existed in the castle... He obviously had no choice, and was forced to choose.

Soon, the traveler came to a suspension bridge between the castle and himself. Just looking down at the extremely cold and blue mist under the cliff, his heart almost dropped to the freezing point.

Walking with difficulty and carefully crossing the suspension bridge that was frozen and fragile, he finally arrived at the gate of the black castle.

The traveler took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to knock on the door of the castle. Fearing that the people inside wouldn't hear, he also waved his hands and banged on the door vigorously continuously shouting: "Is there anyone there!? Is there anyone there!?"

The door was closed, black and heavy, and snow piled up at the door. The poor man outside the door was shivering, and his voice was getting weaker.

Just when the traveler was about to despair, the snow on the door trembled, and the black door opened slowly and cumbersomely inward. A beam of dim warm light hit the traveler's stiff face, although the light was not dazzling.

, but it makes travelers feel as cozy and charming as the warm sunshine on a clear Christmas day.

But along with the warm sun, there was also a black shadow, high and heavy on his face.

A tall, thin figure stood between the cracks of the open door, his chest held high. He held a lit candlestick and gradually raised the candlestick to his chest. The firelight illuminated his pale and thin long face.

His white hair was slicked back, and he was wearing a beautiful and exquisite tuxedo. He just opened his narrow eyes and stood sternly in front of the traveler.

He is elegant and decent, and judging from his clothes, he seems to be the butler of this castle.

The traveler's heart began to beat again under the gaze of those cold eyes, but he jumped cautiously, as if he was afraid of being heard by the other party, even though the violent wind of the blizzard was now louder than anything else.

"Sorry to bother you, distinguished gentleman. My name is Clark, and I am a traveler. I traveled here by chance and encountered heavy snow. There is really no other place nearby. Could you please let me rest here for a while?

I will leave when the blizzard passes." Clark swallowed his throat that was sore from the cold air, held back the pain, and shouted to the other party loudly so that the other party could hear him clearly in the university.

The butler looked him up and down calmly, then took a step back slowly, making way for people to come in, "Please come in, Mr. Clark."

"Thank you, thank you..." Clark expressed his gratitude as he quickly walked into the warm castle.

Although the temperature inside may not be truly warm, the environment here obviously allows people to live better than outside. He stood at the door and followed the butler's instructions to remove the frost and snow covering his body.

The child becomes much lighter.

"Thank you again, kind sir." Clark expressed his gratitude to the butler again.

The butler is like a puppet, able to maintain his posture at all times, as tall and elegant as before, with an indescribable sense of distance. He said lightly: "Hello Mr. Clark, I would like to introduce myself to you. I am

Valente, the steward here, welcome to the castle of my master, Count Bluebeard."

"Bluebeard... Count..." Clark's swallowing voice sounded in the dull and lonely castle, and his face that was red from the cold made him look a little funny and ridiculous.

"Yes, please thank my master. He has always been kind, hospitable, and willing to help guests like you who are in need of him. I will take you to see my master. I believe he will welcome you after knowing

Your arrival." Butler Valente said calmly and mechanically.

As he spoke, he held the candlestick and walked ahead to lead the way for Clark.

On the way, Clark discovered that the castle was intricate, with steps and stairs, countless corridors, and different lighting in different places. The castle was like a maze.

Gradually, Clark noticed something unusual about the castle. He couldn't help but asked Valente, the steward who was leading the way, "Excuse me, why can't I see other servants in such a big castle?"

Butler Valente responded calmly: "This is because tonight is Christmas Eve. Our kind Lord asked the servants working in the castle to go home early for reunion, leaving only a few servants to stay with me.

The normal functioning of the castle.”

"...I hope they can get home safely." Clark slowly raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the huge snowstorm outside the window.

This snowstorm lasted for nearly a whole day.

Under the leadership of Valente, Clark walked through several corridors and corners, and arrived at the restaurant in the castle.

A fat aristocrat with white Mediterranean hair and a strange blue beard is sitting at the dining table. A set of exquisite tableware is placed in front of him. He has a big belly and puts two huge hands on the table. He has a graceful temperament and is quietly waiting for today.

Late dinner is delivered.

This man is the Count Bluebeard mentioned by Valente, the owner of this castle.

After being introduced to each other by Butler Valente, Clark and Count Bluebeard got to know each other initially. Unlike Count Bluebeard's scary and rough face, when Count Bluebeard heard that Clark wanted to stay here temporarily, his eyes almost lit up and he was so happy.

He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. He was indeed as hospitable and charitable as Butler Valente said. He immediately expressed his attitude and said: "Mr. Clark, welcome to my castle. Your arrival is a miracle in this winter for me."

!Please be sure to stay here for a few more days!”

As soon as Clark thanked Earl Bluebeard with a dry smile, Earl Bluebeard ordered Valente to take Clark to change into better and clean clothes in the castle, and then after he had changed, he would come and have dinner with him.

Valente told Hera, who was working in the kitchen, to prepare an extra cutlery for Clark.

Facing such enthusiasm, Clark felt a little at a loss until he came to the room that Count Bluebeard ordered Valente to prepare for him. He stayed there for several minutes until someone knocked on the door of the room, and he hurriedly put down his luggage.

, turned around and opened the door.

The person who knocked on the door was a cute blond maid with twin ponytails. She came to deliver clothes to him, "Hello, Mr. Clark, I am Miriel. These are the clothes you need. There are several sets. Oh, please be sure first

I think this outfit will suit you very well."

"...Oh, thank you, Miss Mireille." Clark thanked the maid with a sweet smile, then said goodbye to her, closed the door, and threw the clothes he got on the bed.

Clark stood there and took a few deep breaths, then rummaged through the backpack he took off, and finally found a pocket watch. He turned on the time to check, and looked at the night view outside the window, "It's eight-thirty in the morning.

Two points..."

The sixth volume begins~~~
Chapter completed!