Team villains except me

After sending Si Nifeng away, Noah heard the door knock after taking a nap.

Noah rubbed her eyes and opened the door, only to find that Jean Luo was standing outside the door.

The giantess had a troubled face, and her pink hair exploded like a ball of hair.

"What?"

"There's this thing in my room, did you sneak into my room?"

Nuoya fixed her eyes and found that it was a pink hammer pendant.

Noah looked back calmly, and found that Jean Luo was really confused and angry.

Noah shook her head.

"I didn't sneak into your room, and this pendant doesn't belong to me."

Let Luo snort.

"Could it be mine? The color is so strange and so fragile."

Noah was a little speechless.

"Jean Lo, isn't the color of this pendant the color of your hair?"

Luo was stunned, and carefully looked at the powder hammer in his hand, his expression was confused for a while, and finally turned into firmness again.

"No."

Noah looked indifferent.

"In that case, give it to me."

Noah stretched out her hand, but Luo took a step back.She tightly held the small pink hammer in her hand, and hid her hand behind her back.

Noah withdrew her hand.

She smiled lightly, gentle and tolerant.

"It's something very important to you. Even if the memory is blurred, the instinct of the body is still there."

Jean Luo didn't understand what Nuoya said, but it didn't prevent her from keeping the pink hammer away from Nuoya.

"There is a dance tonight, do you want to go?"

Nuoya asked Rang Luo with a smile, her blue eyes were deep.

Jean Luo snorted.

"What's the point of going to a boring dance?—Are you going?"

Noah nodded.

Jean Luo turned his head awkwardly and muttered softly.

"Then I'll try to take a look."

-

The lights flickered.

The crystal lamp refracts irregular light one after another.

In the darkness grows rotten sin and base desires.

Skirts folded over tuxedos, gold canes studded with expensive gemstones, and unknown buyers poked their hands into secret chests.

Laughter was accompanied by gasps, and from time to time screams suddenly appeared and fell quickly.

The orgy was even more bohemian than last night.

When Noah led Peter downstairs, she saw the corner where she stayed yesterday at a glance.

Elliott, Huett, Yuyou, Jones...

They didn't talk to each other, just sat quietly.

They raised their heads, walked through the crowd, and looked at her.

Peter squeezed Noah's hand tightly.

His emerald eyes had none of the innocence of a five-year-old.

He looked sideways at Noah.

He watched for so long that Nuoya looked down at him suspiciously.

Peter spoke quietly.

"Noah, did I tell you that your name sounds right?"

Noah nodded.

Peter let go of Noah's hand.

He showed a relieved and gentle smile.

"Then do the right thing."

Noah patted Peter's head.

Peter stood on the steps and watched Noah go away, and then approached her friends.

Bambai's voice sounded behind Pete.

"I thought you'd beg her to stay."

Peter closed his smile, and his immature voice contained vicissitudes that were hard to see.

"You don't either, do you?"

Ban Bai shook the wine glass, the smell of wine and blood mixed together, he recalled the past many years ago.

At that time, he was still afraid of the sun, young and full of vitality.

Banbai drank the wine in one gulp.

"She doesn't deserve to live in a dirty quagmire. The little mermaid is for the sea, the sun and freedom."

Ban Bai lifted his foot to leave, and walked into the crowd with a fake smile on his face.

Peter looked at Noah who was surrounded, and said to himself, "Puppets shouldn't have human emotions..."

No one knows exactly how the tears fell to the ground, and the darkness treats all pain equally.

Yanyou was sticking to Nuoya's body, she was complaining that the spider was indifferent and disgusted with her, Jones didn't bring a coal lamp today, and there was only a little light in this corner.

The hundred-year-old succubus spoke suddenly.

"It's the third day."

Everyone paused except Jean Luo.

Noah slightly bent the corner of her lower lip.

"Yes, it's the third day."

The old devil named "Hught" pouted.

"I thought it was just me and you remembering, it's so boring."

"Airlit, don't take others for fools."

The forest priestess with red eyelashes and black eyes played with wisteria balls and responded unceremoniously to him.

Only Ro--or Fiana, for that matter--was puzzled by where the conversation was headed.

"what are you guys saying?"

"It's nothing, you just listen."

Noah sat down and met the eyes of the hundred-year-old succubus with a heart-shaped tail and golden horns.

"Every floor is guarded by a member of Claude. We can't escape, and even if we escape, we can't escape the illusion."

The succubus hummed, his old eyes were clear and terrifying, as if they were filled with flames.

"and also?"

"Any promise made in any form in the illusion will sell one's soul. Most people in the Claude Sanatorium have no magic and are poor and weak. Even if they find that they are forced to sign an unequal treaty, they have no way to resist. "

"It can be said that this dance is just a slave auction, a hunting place for those buyers."

Noah is calm.

"At the same time, I am immune to magic. Only the disease will take effect, but it is not obvious. Compared with the illusion, this is more like a psychological suggestion, similar to the mental investment in the academy competition."

"So I think we're still lying unconscious in bed in 5101."

Noah—that is, Norvia, told what she saw and guessed in the past two days.

Hught, who said he was a hundred-year-old succubus because of his anger with Elliott, obviously endured it for a long time, so his anger has reached the limit of what he can bear.

"This damn place, I should set it on fire."

Norvia's eyes flickered, calmly like a machine.

"Just because the spirit of the illusion is damaged doesn't mean it's fine after waking up."

"Hey, why do you all think this is an illusion, but it was reality in 5101? Maybe we are only in reality now, but the illusion is in the eyes, so it is so strange to see."

Ellit interrupted leisurely, his black devil horns moving.

"After all, how can fantasy be as fun as reality? If I pay a lot of money to pick a slave, it's just mental torture, and it's not worth me getting involved in this mess."

Norvia shook her head.

"This illusion is constructed according to the thoughts of the owner of the illusion, and many details appear contradictory and vague. That is to say, the behind-the-scenes that dragged us into the illusion can only make arrangements based on what it sees and understands. It must have observed We go for a few days, then weave us into a fantasy and hope we lose ourselves."

Elliot raised an eyebrow.

"How can you be sure this is an illusion?"

Norvia looked up confidently.

“The night we came we ate instant noodles!”

Apart from Norvia, there is no race that has brought this convenient and fast food into the public eye.While she was boiling the instant noodles in hot water, Fiana was still questioning whether they should be deep-fried.

Elliott was choked, and refrained from speaking.

Dooku suddenly spoke.

"I see...something that blocks magic..."

All eyes focused on him, and the puppeteer who was wearing the identity of Jones tried to lower his head to avoid his gaze.

"The Listening Stone, its function is that there will be no magical interference when praying to God."

And in this sanitarium, God is especially needed.

In the walls made of hearing stones, every prayer to God is a shield against magic.

The impenetrable prayer only traps them who have magic, and what cannot be invited is the grace of God.

There is as much desperation here as there is a reduction in magic.

For a moment, silence spread.

Elliot murmured softly.

"No wonder……"

He didn't go on, but frowned tightly, showing extreme disgust for this kind of behavior.

Fianna silently tied the pink hammer on her hand, but said nothing.

Norvia smiled knowingly after noticing her movements.

She was still worried about what to do if Fiana didn't realize that it was an illusion, but now, the problem disappeared.

"Fianna, what do you think?"

Fiana sneered coldly.

"I'm going to smash the bedbug hiding in the back of the Claude sanitarium, tear its soul to pieces and feed it to the dogs!"

Fianna who was fooled was very angry.

Her eyes were getting darker, which was a sign of madness.But eventually the color fades away again.

In the illusion, they are just ordinary patients in the Claude Sanatorium, and all talents and spells are invalid.

Norvia tried many times, but she couldn't condense water droplets, and couldn't shoot ice picks.

Their breakthrough point is not in themselves, but in the nursing home.

The Claude Sanatorium is peaceful during the day, and only at night will the gate of hell be opened.

"If...all the patients in the sanatorium fell into a deep sleep, then the Listening Stone would be useless."

Ellit made a serious proposal rarely, and Dooku thought for a while, then nodded.

"What if Cloud's people are also praying?"

The spider raised a question, and Ellit replied in a flat tone.

"They can do this kind of thing, obviously they don't believe in God, and insincere prayers have no effect."

"Okay. Do we have to save them?"

The spider leaned lazily on the leather sofa, red eyelashes fluttering.

"These patients in the Claude Sanatorium have sold their souls to those dogs, right? What's the use of saving them? There is an extra danger, but the rewards are the same—"

The spider held its chin.

"Wouldn't it be better if we demolished the Claude Sanatorium after we escaped from the illusion?"

Norvia was silent for a while, she stared directly at Spider King with her icy blue eyes, and answered Spider King's question word by word.

"Some of them haven't been dragged into the inescapable nightmare, but as you said, it's useless even if they are saved. Of course, if you can tear down the Claude Nursing Home Academy, you will be given high marks."

They have no obligation to save those poor people.

only……

It's just that she thinks it's too cruel.

In this uncared for prison, they have no choice.

They were poor, poor, and sick.

The claws of evil stretched out an olive branch.

Then they were imprisoned, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, some were used as toys to vent their desires, some became consumables for dangerous experiments, and some...

They are corroded bit by bit in the pitcher plant, and they can't even decide their own life or death.

Norvia lowered her eyelashes.

She already knew that, didn't she?

She watched the vampires who should have been afraid of the sun walk round and round in the sun with their ankles in handcuffs, she looked at the lithe elves as pale as a newly painted wall, she looked at the hands of the canines with a pair of fluffy ears Holding his knees motionless.

The Crowder Sanitarium was never a good sanitarium.

Norvia only felt that because it was cheap, the service would be rough and casual.

But later the carriages of nobles will stop here.

They will leave with a satisfied look before the sky is fully lighted.

Norvia only thought that maybe the Claude Sanatorium had opened some other shady business.

Did she really just think so?

She never dared to think deeply, but does she really know nothing?

She can't do it alone.

Those aren't street punks, as long as she can beat them this matter will be settled.

So she wrote "Claude Sanatorium" and dragged the team into this vortex.

Did she feel a little bit lucky when she was selected?

This is her selfishness, her personal heroism, a kind of use, a fluke of "since they are all villains, they must be powerful enough to solve this matter".

She has no power to dictate their choices.

Norvia listened silently as they discussed how to tear down the sanatorium into ruins after leaving the illusion, and how to torture the black hands behind the sanatorium.

Hugh walked slowly to her side.

"Why are you depressed?"

Norvia shook her head.

"I'm just thinking about how to get out of the illusion...Captain, I shouldn't be writing about the Claudius Sanitarium. I'm not a good vice-captain."

Huett did not agree, he stood for a long time, and then suddenly stopped the group members who were still discussing enthusiastically.

On his old face was a look of disdain and the spirit of a young man.

"Is it just the Claude Sanatorium? The nobles, wealthy businessmen, and mages who come here to hunt, let them do their best and disappear without paying any price?"

Fianna's expression was obviously not good.

She remembered being pestered by a man yesterday, that dog said she was nobler than herself or something.

In Frederick, such a dog would have been hanged by her.

She will definitely make him pay for it.

Fianna's voice was low and cold.

"One counts as one, and you can't run away."

Elliott: "Hey, isn't His Royal Highness protecting your subjects? Philippe's lunatics can kill them all."

"What's wrong?"

Huett asked back, with some bloodthirsty desire.

"The worms should be cleaned up. Everyone who came to chat up His Highness yesterday deserves to die."

All the members were invited to tease last night.

The spider who only wanted to tear down the Claude Sanatorium for a long time clicked his tongue.She remembered that she slapped that man yesterday, but was licked by that perverted thing.

Her dark pupils were full of hostility.

"Damn it."

The spider stood up and approached Fiana.

"me and you together."

Elliott whistled.

"Is it so fun? Then I'll come too."

Dooku silently stood beside Huett to express his position, only Irene remained silent.

As she touched the soft sheep's hair rope, her voice was as sweet as soaked in honey.

"Don't look at me. I'll do whatever Norvia does."

So his eyes shifted to Norvia.

The mermaid with white hair and blue eyes lowered her head slightly, pursed her mouth and only looked at her feet.

Her voice was very low, almost buried in the music.

"...I'm with you."