As the crowd climbed the spiral stairs, facing Lyle was a gate. If you guessed correctly, behind the gate should be the main hall of the castle.

The numerous light bats lay on the gate, arranged in Andre's words, and only then did Lyle realize that the light bat wings turned out to be more than one color.

As the door slowly opened, Lyle gradually became excited, as if the mysterious side was also opening the door for him.

The world behind the door...

Actually, there is no difference.

There was no one on the stone steps facing each other, and the dean seemed to have not arrived yet.

The disguised figures gathered together in groups of three or three, and the whispers came one after another. There were no delicacies similar to banquets as foils, and there were even tables and chairs for rest. Everyone stood in the hall to communicate with each other.

Andre's masses did not have much entertainment talent, perhaps they were scholars who were full of talent in their studies.

The welcome concert was played in the stands on both sides.

But obviously the performer's mind is different from that of ordinary people. Lyle can hear Cashandel's requiem, which is the sorrowing music played by the deceased when he was buried.

Dozens of tracks are mixed together, chaotic and irritating, but the sadness in the tone is dim, indicating that their meaning is no different from Requiem.

The entire hall can be summarized as unreasonable alien performers playing their own sorrow music without any affection. Dozens of versions of sorrow music are mixed together. I really admire them. Under the interference of this noise, their performance has not yet gone off. The people downstairs are silently enduring this torture, pretending to communicate with others without any trouble, as if only Lair is the only one who feels depressed.

Fortunately, the welcome concert ended soon. The performers put down their instruments and joined the crowd in the hall. People outside the door also jumped in. The space in the main hall was large enough to make it seem crowded.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, about the vegetable soup you mentioned before with Guangba..."

The gentleman seemed to want to speak his heart.

"Enjoy, Mr. Gentleman." A passing disguise greeted Mr. Gentleman.

"Anle, Mr. White."

Mr. White nodded slightly and walked away.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, about vegetable soup..."

"Happy, gentleman." Another greeting.

"Anle, Miss Silver Star." He left indifferently again.

“Vegetable soup…”

"Anle, gentleman."

“…”

Lyle smiled, as if the greeters were deliberately interrupted, and after the greeting was answered, he turned around and left, as if saying, "Mr. Gentleman, I just want to call your name."

Mr. Gentleman didn't seem to think so, and shrugged at Lyle, "Mr. Epidemic Doctor, I'm afraid my doubts can only be delayed temporarily. If I don't handle my friend's warm greetings well, I think our conversation will be difficult to maintain. Please allow me to sue, Mr. Epidemic Doctor."

"Okay, gentleman." Lyle said he didn't care.

The gentleman raised his hat on his head, took it on his chest and bowed slightly to Lyle, disappearing into the abortion.

Lyle found a support pillar in the main hall and leaned on it. This was the first time I had tonight's rest. He was obviously a young man, and he felt uncomfortable with the amount of activities tonight. I don't know where other people got the energy to continue discussing. Is it a hot pillow for learning?

Andre's people are not compatible with emotional intelligence, are stiff in dealing with people and are indifferent to extra matters, but keep their enthusiasm in knowledge and the vigorous energy of sleepless energy. Will I become like this in the future?

This is a general situation, but there are some exceptions, such as the enthusiastic gentleman, who seems to be good at communicating with people, and his popularity among his companions is obviously proved.

Lyle discovered an interesting phenomenon.

Everyone’s disguise is different, and generally speaking, it can be divided into three categories.

Ordinary human.

Including Lyle, the disguise on her body is full-covered coats or tight professional outfits, which account for the majority of the crowd.

Abnormal human.

Strange dressing.

Lyle saw the disguiser dressed in a king not far away, the diamond-clad crown on his head, the golden scepter in his hand, the red shawl and silk clothes. The overall look was extremely expensive. The disguise didn't look like a costume, and the financial power displayed in this outfit was as rich as a country.

In addition, there are human figures wrapped in knight armor, doll suits and full-body bandages. Lyle is not sure if it is a mummy, but it does look like.

The addition of these strange costumes has turned the hall into a masquerade party, but it also brings a lot of freshness, all of which are dark-colored dresses, causing aesthetic fatigue.

Lyle also noticed that these colorful disguisers seemed to be at the core of various social circles. So that's what it is, are weird clothes that only the strong can control?

The third category.

Non-human.

Can Lyle barely accept the strange clothes? Have you seen a large wardrobe swaying left and right at the party. Every time you move, the sharp corners make a bang on the ground. You didn't choose your clothes, so you moved the wardrobe?

There is also a huge pillow, and the figure highlighted from above indicates that there is a person inside moving.

The curtains dragged on the ground and the doors on all sides formed a square box.

Lyle realized his narrow understanding of the term clothing.

The door opened again, and a tall figure once again shocked Lyle's views.

Twist twist twist.

This is the sound of the large iron block moving.

At the top is carved with a statue of a beautiful girl's head, and below is a huge hollow iron cabinet. The surface is evenly arranged with diamond-shaped protrusions, and there are large iron rings on all sides. That should be the position originally used to penetrate the iron chain to ensure that the victims inside will not struggle to escape.

If, like Lyle's memory, there is a human-shaped space inside, covered with iron nails of varying lengths, and a secret door at the bottom covered with iron sheets and saw blades to ensure that the victim's fragments are discharged smoothly.

This is the Iron Virgin, a torture instrument used for interrogation and torture in the Middle Ages.

Lyle was amazed at the fierce man in it, and Lyle was not the only one who was amazed. Everyone's eyes seemed to be gathering on this beating iron virgin.

The iron virgin was still moving alone.

Twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist

Jumped to Lyle!!!

The pressure of attention suddenly came to Lyle.

He swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath of the medicinal fragrance of the bird's beak. A pungent smell of blood was filtered, but Lyle still smelled it.

This Iron Virgin is a real thing!

Lyle was so scared that he almost fell down, pinched his weak thighs, and now it was time to show what he had learned in his life.

"Anle, sir." Lyle took off the hat on his head and bowed to the gentleman.

"...Anle, sir." A woman's voice came from the Iron Virgin. Obviously, she was not confused about Lyle's mistake in using the word.

"Is there anything wrong? Young lady." No matter which woman it is, it is definitely right to praise youth.

"I'm very curious, you..."

"Doctor of Epidemics, you can call me a doctor of Epidemics, ma'am."

"I'm Arian, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, why do you see me like that?"

You just grabbed me with so many pairs of eyes, and Lyle called for justice for himself in his heart.

"They all use the amazing look of [and this kind of operation], but your eyes... have mercy."

It is inevitable that Lyle does feel sympathy for the victims of the Iron Virgin, after all, it is such a shocking instrument of torture.

"I just sympathize with those who once died in this Iron Virgin, and they should not suffer this kind of torture."

"...It's a pity that Mr. Epidemic Doctor actually came here."

Hum? What does it mean? I am not worthy? In this era, does mercy symbolize weakness?

Lyle, who was in his heart, dared not reply, and could only stand aside silently.

Arian also stood beside him, as if he was really a torture instrument.

The air around the two was filled with the smell of blood.
Chapter completed!