The knight's huge figure stood up straight. He seemed to have heard what Benedy said, and stared at him with dull eyes.
"Gududu." The blood in his throat surged out, and the knight seemed to say something.
Benedy put on his fedora again, and a crutch that came from nowhere appeared in his hand again. A funny voice came from Benedy's mouth: "You are really a bad person, Lord Count.
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The knight paused, suddenly stood up straight, made a gesture of invitation to Benedy, and then took the lead in walking towards the castle.
Benedy raised his chin and slowly followed the knight.
The moon has already risen high in the sky, making the shadows of the two people very short.
Following the knight, he arrived at the gate of the castle. The candles lit above shook in the evening breeze, but they would not go out.
"Squeak." The heavy door was pushed open by the knight. He stopped at the door and asked Benedy to come in from his right hand.
Standing in front of the door, you can see the gorgeous animal skin rug, the two oil lamps inside the door were blown out by the wind outside, and the top is a crystal chandelier full of glass.
"Good evening, guest, please go to the first room on the left on the second floor." A woman walked over with a graceful manner, stretched out her hands folded on her belly, and invited Benedy to go to the second floor.
As expected, the maid appeared in front of Benedy. Guest? He looked at the knight who closed the door alone, maybe.
After stepping over the animal skin carpet, you are faced with a red carpet staircase that bifurcates to the left and right. In the middle is a gorgeous stained glass. The candlelight outside the castle illuminates this medieval Gothic-style glass.
Walking towards the stairs on the left, a set of empty armor was placed at the corner, and Benedy stared at it from the corner of his eye.
"Creak." The armor suddenly made a sound.
Benedy's pupils shrank, and his whole body was covered with a layer of dark yellow mud armor shield.
Unexpectedly, the armor didn't make any unnecessary movements, it just stretched out its right hand politely and bowed slightly.
Through the patterned guardrail, Benedy could see the maid on the first floor smiling politely at him.
The looming shield disappeared into the void. Benedy walked to the first room door and opened it directly. He already had a glove on his hand.
A warm breath hits your face. This is a wooden study room filled with the aroma of books. Dry wood is burning in the well-isolated fireplace.
A top-notch mural is hung on the wall, and the level immediately rises.
"A good gentleman will not fail to knock on that excellent door." A voice came, and Benedy looked at the center of the room.
There are two comfortable-looking sofas placed on both sides of the dark stone table, and there is a figure sitting on one of the sofas with his legs crossed.
"A good gentleman would not let a corpse greet me." Benedy walked to the sofa and sat down slowly.
"Two bad gentlemen met in a room." said the figure with his legs crossed.
"Any advice, Lord Earl?" Benedy looked at the figure in front of him, but he was looking around with his peripheral vision.
To be able to cross one's legs so elegantly is definitely not a qualified fat man.
"The invited gentleman in a hat sat across from another gentleman. The latter looked pale as the former took away the weapon in his hand..." The voice continued.
Benedy's eyes turned completely cold. Was he reading a script? One of the classic moves of an actor.
"The gentleman in the hat actually pierced the dagger into his chest! Then..." The narrator's voice kept echoing in the study.
It's a killing move right from the start. Sir Earl, you are really cruel.
Benedy realized that he had been attacked. He could no longer control his body. He slowly picked up the dagger in the hand of the man opposite him with his arm, and then pointed it at his chest in a strange way.
"Plop." The sound of the dagger sinking into flesh came, and bright red blood seeped out from the left side of Benedy's chest.
"Then, the first gentleman who arrived detonated the bomb in his body, and the huge flames instantly covered the two of them..." The narration continued.
But I don’t know where the sound came from...
As the voice fell, the first gentleman opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but a little fire lit up in his mouth. The next moment, a huge explosion sounded from the study room.
The glass was shattered, the door was melted, and smoke slowly poured into the night sky through the exit.
On the grass outside the castle, a figure rolled out from the shattered window on the second floor. His clothes were in shreds, his hair was messy, and his body was covered in scars and burns.
There is also the dagger on his chest that is deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, symbolizing that his life is coming to an end.
Footsteps sounded, and a group of dark figures appeared. They were a group of young knights. As they approached, they were surrounded by a tall, but bloated figure.
This should be Count Herman Barfe who has never appeared. At this moment, Count Barfe walked over and looked down at the dying Benedy on the grass.
"Performer, the moment I embarked on this road, I no longer believed in anyone's near-death scenes, let alone the other person who was also a performer." Herman said this softly.
The words fell, but the figure on the ground remained motionless, and one could only vaguely see his body shaking slightly.
"Huh, earth element, derived from the earth thorn!" Herman looked at the figure on the ground coldly, and stamped his broad thigh hard on the ground.
"Break, break, break!" Three huge thorns appeared in succession from the ground, until the third thorn appeared and pierced the ground.
A dazzling fire light lit up, and there was another magic bomb. Countless fragments and daggers were blown out, and the knights standing in the front row were knocked down one after another.
As we all know, time-delay bombs cannot kill people.
Herman looked at the big crater in the smoke and frowned.
"Yah! My Dodge No. 2, big bang!" Sharp cheers sounded from above the castle. Everyone looked up and saw Benedy in a dark dress appearing in front of a candlelight.
Standing on the tall building of the castle, the evening breeze blew his long hair into the air, and his fedora hat had already flown to nowhere.
Blood was still dripping from his chest, and Benedy touched his chest, and the red dyed his fingers red.
As if he felt that the hair on his forehead was an eyesore, he covered his hair with blood-filled hands and stroked it back vigorously.
The blood dyed the hair red, solidified and fixed it, and the dark eyes were colored by the blood left on the forehead.
At this moment, he was standing on top of the castle, staring intently at Hermann Buff below. A scar on his heart led the cunning and careful Hermann out.
Herman stood on the grass below, quietly looking at the crazy figure. No one knew that his heart was actually a little shaken at this moment.
He seemed to have discovered that by accident, he had awakened a "crazy lunatic".