This kind of clown is naturally not exposed to outsiders.

After hearing the three people's rejection, Zong Shen stood up and left, putting on his hood with his backhand.

"In that case, there's no need to talk about it."

He said very coldly, without showing too obvious mood swings.

Nor did he continue to uphold the banner of the good old Baron Bezos.

When he and Safuri, who was holding little Nari, had just taken a few steps, the three people's voices of condolences came from behind.

"Lord Messenger, please stay!"

"Wait a minute..."

"Please give us some time, Mrs. Neville needs to wash up and dress up!"

Not surprisingly, Domhnall and the other three relented.

There is no way, the city of Seakabang is in great need of food now.

They are unwilling to give up even a glimmer of hope.

Strictly speaking, Zong Shen took advantage of these three poor people's sense of responsibility.

But in fact, the moment he stepped into this place, the fate of Seakabang City had already been rewritten.

…

More than half an hour later.

Little Nari was sitting at the official table holding a big apple and chewing it with relish.

The sweet fruity aroma wafted through the room, slightly dissipating the grayish smell.

Zong Shen took off his armor, leaving only his close-fitting cotton underwear.

Safuri rolled up the sleeves of her robe and gently massaged his neck and shoulders with her soft little hands.

The maid standing nearby stared at the apple in Little Nari's hand and swallowed secretly.

Domhnall, Kuros and Thor have been upstairs with several maids for a while.

From time to time, there were several sharp howls and loud cries coming from upstairs.

It can be seen that there is indeed a crazy lady living upstairs.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Domhnall came down from upstairs.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was panting heavily as he walked.

In addition to the bruises from the previous fight, there were also several scratches on his face, which made him look very embarrassed.

I saw Domhnall coming to Zong Shen's side and giving a fairly standard gentleman's courtesy.

"Lord Messenger, please come with me."

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Zong Shen raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled softly.

"You look in bad shape."

"Is this a trace left by Mrs. Neville?"

These two jokes seemed a bit rude, but Domhnall did not refute.

Instead, he nodded gently, his expression becoming a little sad.

"Yes."

"Mrs. Neville...she is a poor person."

"Come with me."

He stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Zong Shen and Safuli followed him upstairs.

Little Nari stayed on the first floor, being looked after by a young maid.

The steps of the castle are covered with thick carpets, and decorative oil paintings are hung on the walls.

I followed Domhnall to the fourth floor of the castle and walked along the quiet corridor to the end.

Finally, he stopped at the door of the outermost room on the fourth floor.

The door is riveted with an external hasp.

Pushing open the sturdy solid wood door, the three of them walked into the room one after another.

The room is very spacious, twice the size of a normal dormitory.

The decoration inside the house is extremely simple, without any decorations, not even an iron candlestick can be seen.

There is a double bed placed against the wall, and the window is very high and small.

The tables and chairs are all made of solid wood and nailed to the ground.

On the polished wall, you can see traces like scratches from a cat.

The floor seemed to have been simply tidied up, and there were not many dirty things. Zong Shen, who was careful, placed a few rags under the table.

Looking at the layout of the room, Zong Shen basically had an idea.

This is not so much a dormitory as a cage hidden in the castle.

Mrs. Neville was sitting beside the bed, her expression indifferent and her eyes unfocused.

The skin is pale but does not look old.

Time has not left many traces on her body.

This makes Mrs. Neville look like a young woman in her thirties.

The high nose bridge and deep eye sockets make her facial features more three-dimensional.

Strictly speaking, Mrs. Neville is still somewhat beautiful, but due to her lack of expression, she looks like a walking zombie.

She was wearing a decent dress and a graceful fox fur scarf.

Obviously, she didn't dress this up herself.

The three of Domhnall and the maids had been struggling for so long just to make Mrs. Navig look decent.

Kuros and Thor stood by the wall, standing nervously.

Two sturdy housemaids sat beside Mrs. Neville as a precaution.

Thinking of the howling that came from upstairs, it is not difficult to guess that Mrs. Navigation may be a "martial madman".

Domhnall moved chairs so that Zong Shen and Safuri could sit facing each other.

Mrs. Navigation remained absent-minded and did not even look at him.

"Don't you want to talk?"

"About Akler... and that unforgettable night..."

He leaned forward slightly and spoke in a slightly bewitching tone.

The carefully chosen opening remarks really worked, and Mrs. Navig went crazy instantly.

She roared and rushed towards Zong Shen, but she was grabbed back by the two strong maids before she even got close.

The fox fur scarf fell to the ground, and the neat dress tilted to one side, revealing most of her plump peaks.

"Akle...die...die..."

"Cheat, cheat, cheat!!!"

She struggled and roared, having a huge stress reaction to the name Akler.

Seeing her performance, Zong Shen understood everything

"Five of you, please leave for now."

"We need some time alone with Mrs. Neville."

"No...you can't..."

Naturally, they would not agree to this request.

But Safuri, who was sitting next to her, had already completed the silent spellcasting.

"Quiet, quiet."

"Listen to the prayers of frost and disaster..."

"Leave here, stay at the door, and listen to my call..."

The milky white cold air slowly dispersed, and the five people were instantly froze in place.

Then, with Safuri's gentle voice, she walked slowly and left the room.

He also closed the door conveniently.
To be continued...