When the little tailor heard this, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Wow, Snow White!"
Hans turned and glared at him.
Zhou Bai whispered to him: "Don't forget the rules on the wooden sign."
Rule 4 of the Devil's Castle Check-in Rules.
[Please make sure you firmly believe that "all fairy tales are true" before entering the Devil's Castle. 】
The little tailor muttered in frustration.
"I know, I know.
Do you think this so-called witch is actually a psychopath?"
He spoke in a low voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, Morin, who was leading the way, still stopped.
The wrinkled face slowly turned around.
The atmosphere condensed instantly.
Everyone's breath froze when they saw his suddenly fierce look.
Hans clenched his knife tightly, and Zhou Bai also clenched his fist tightly.
The little tailor realized that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late.
The witch's butler was already walking towards him.
Just when Molin's hand that was shrunk in his sleeve suddenly stretched out, about to grab the little tailor.
But suddenly I heard that beautiful voice upstairs again.
"Maureen, have you brought my guest to the dining room?
There is a bottle of good wine hidden in my wine cellar, please remember to take it out for me."
When Morin heard the Thorn Witch's voice, he immediately stopped.
He bowed respectfully in the direction of the sound coming from upstairs, and then continued to lead the six guests to the restaurant.
The little tailor breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had survived a disaster.
Hans also breathed a sigh of relief, and then quietly put away the knife.
But after finishing this action, he still didn't forget to glare at the little tailor again.
Morin led the six guests through the dim corridor before arriving at their destination.
It was an equally dark restaurant.
There was only a row of candles placed on the rectangular table, which allowed the guests present to barely see what was on the table.
But everyone present would rather not see it clearly.
"Please take a seat, everyone." Morin said coldly.
Everyone shuddered, glanced at the things on the table with distorted expressions, and hesitated for a long time before sitting down.
"Is it still too late for us to leave now?"
Adam whispered to David beside him.
David thought carefully for a long time before telling him seriously: "It's too late."
The gate of the castle has been locked, and the time is getting closer to ten o'clock in the evening.
Now that I'm thinking about escaping, I might as well think about how to survive and get the owner of the castle to agree to stay overnight.
Adam frowned and looked at the plate after plate of blood-red things on the table. He retched and turned away.
"You look so good at pretending."
Kelly looked at Adam with an expression of disgust that could not be concealed.
Zhou Bai observed the details of their relationship, and when his eyes came into contact with the plates of blood-red things on the dining table, he moved away calmly.
Everyone sat at the table, but no one wanted to pick up the tableware or touch the things on the table.
"Oh hehehe...
My guests, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
A gust of fragrant wind came and everyone looked up.
I saw a very enchanting-looking woman, wearing a strapless long dress and a pair of stiletto heels, with the skirt trailing to the ground.
When she saw the stunned guests in the restaurant, she covered her mouth and laughed again.
"It's really annoying. Stop looking at me."
Everyone heard her coquettishness and thought of the strips of "bacon" hanging outside the castle, and suddenly got goosebumps all over their bodies.
Zhou Bai resisted the discomfort in his heart and handed the wild flowers he picked to her.
"A good-looking lady should be matched with beautiful flowers."
The Thorn Witch raised the corners of her mouth when she heard Zhou Bai's praise.
"I don't like people giving me flowers.
But since you gave it to me, I will accept it reluctantly."
The little tailor held the flowers and was about to hand them over, but when he heard what the witch said, he withdrew them.
She said she didn't like people giving her flowers.
So should I send it or not?
When the witch saw the little tailor standing up with flowers but still not handing them over, she tilted her head and looked at him with some confusion.
The little tailor's heart skipped a beat when he received the look from the witch.
Just when he hesitated and didn't know what to do, he suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his clothes under the table.
"deliver."
Kelly sat next to him and reminded him quietly.
Rule 3 of the Devil's Castle Check-in Rules.
[Moodiness and duplicity are the normal states of a witch.]
The little tailor was stunned for a moment and finally came to his senses.
He quickly handed the flowers in his hand to the witch in front of him.
"Oh, I received another bouquet of flowers.
It’s really distressing.”
The corners of her mouth still couldn't help but rise.
The others began to figure out her way, and one by one they took turns and handed the flowers they had prepared in advance to her.
The table in front of the Thorn Witch was soon filled with wild flowers that could be seen everywhere outside.
But she seemed to be in a very good mood.
He sat at the top of the dining table, resting his head on one hand, admiring the flowers in front of him with satisfaction.
Morin had just retreated, but now he came back with a wine bottle in his hand.
"This is the wine you asked for."
The Thorn Witch's long nails touched the wild flowers on the table from time to time.
After hearing what Morin said, he raised his eyes and checked the wine bottle he had brought before continuing to talk to him lazily.
"Give it to my guests to drink."
Morin responded, walked aside again, and took out a few wine glasses.
At this moment, the Thorn Witch turned her eyes away from the flowers and turned to the table in front of her.
I saw the plates of blood-red little things on the table, neatly placed in their original places, without any trace of being tampered with at all.
When the Thorn Witch looked at it, the corners of her mouth that were raised a moment ago suddenly dropped.
"What's wrong?
The snacks I prepared are not to your liking?"
Seeing the Thorn Witch's suddenly gloomy expression, Adam quickly put on a smile and waved to her repeatedly.
"Nothing.
How could these things not be in line with our appetite?
Haha, you really worry too much."
At this time, Morin placed wine glasses on everyone's table, then opened the wine bottle and poured the blood-red liquid inside into the glasses in front of them.
The Thorn Witch looked at the blood-red liquid and suddenly laughed.
"If you don't like it, why don't you eat it?"
She stood up from the chair, slowly traced her long nails across the table, and followed her footsteps to behind Adam.
"This is the knife, this is the fork."
Her snow-white hand stretched out to Adam, sliding to his fingertips like a poisonous snake, forcing him to pick up the tableware on the table.