unreliable adventure

Glinda wallowed in the anger of the past.I spent a lot of time trying to wake her up, and it turned out that Glinda was badly injured, and we probably alarmed the Midnight hosts.The original plan was to use the space warp at the edge of the garden to teleport in a low-key manner, but now it seems that they may have to visit the master of Midnight.Just to update a situation, we are still stuck in Midnight Garden.

The illusion has all dissipated, and the garden, as its name suggests, has become as dark and empty as midnight.Glinda's situation was a bit dire, Fierro activated a first aid application, a thin magic crystal shield wrapped her body, and two magic crystal puppets with slender hands and feet carried her one after the other.However, this is not a long-term solution, she needs to leave the garden as soon as possible.

Fran asked me what my next plan was, but I didn't know.The master of Midnight seems to change the keys of the magic circle, and as long as he keeps changing, I can't use the exhaustive method to crack it.I looked at Fierro, and he also had a long face, bewildered.

Wayne said that he came to the garden to borrow the teleportation function, but now that the owner refuses to use it, the garden has no use value, and dragging it down is not a solution, it is better to disperse it violently.

Really convincing, so let's do it.I looked at Wayne a little hesitantly. Actually, I didn't say that I was also injured in Glinda's dream, so I couldn't use my strength for a while.The dispelling spell of the light system itself will target the physique of the undead. If it is not controlled properly, it will dispel my own will.Of course, I can't expose my weaknesses at this time.Fortunately, Wayne didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded and told him to handle it.

The gathered light spirits are a bit thin, but there are already more than expected.Wayne used his usual stupid method, ignited his will into a luminous body, and repeatedly hit the structure of the magic circle with brute force.He is a good player if he only uses brute force, and it seems that there is no problem breaking through the magic circle before it is exhausted.

Suddenly the magic circle changed again, the crumbling structure was rearranged, and black silk-like mana tentacles gushed out from the eyes of the formation, reinforcing the weak points of the mortise and tenon.I told Fran to interrupt Wayne's spellcasting immediately, if he tried harder, he would be surrounded by the master of midnight.I originally expected Francis to give Wayne a hard and merciless sword hilt blow to interrupt the spellcasting. The people of the Knights are prone to emotional fanaticism when they use it.However, Wayne did not commit a crime this time, so he immediately stopped the operation after hearing the words.He wiped the sweat from his brow and said it was a pity that he almost flushed away.

What should we do now?Humph, I already have a solution. Just now, the owner of Midnight urgently repaired the magic circle, which has exposed the location of the formation, and the owner of Midnight is there.Fierro followed the traces of the mana tentacles just now, and led the team towards the depths of midnight.After a short walk, I saw the lights, and under the light was a manor decorated with flowers and vines.

I checked with my teammates, including Glinda, that this manor is definitely not in anyone's memory.Fierro said it might be the Midnight Garden itself.

Walking around the hedge of black wild roses, I heard the melodious sound of a violin.Following the sound, I saw the player in the dark of the pavilion, with broad shoulders, wearing a tuxedo, a tall top hat, a small blood-red rose on his chest, and his cheek softly against the violin.

"Be careful, he's a werewolf!" Wayne said.Although the werewolf did not transform, his crooked calves and overly slender waist had already betrayed him.However, people from the Knights really like to make a fuss. Just because he is a werewolf, it cannot be presumed that he will bite people. This is a typical discriminatory stereotype.Besides, the one in front of him is not a real werewolf, but just a phantom of a werewolf, and the phantom can't bite people.Uh, I'm talking a little too much again.Wayne lowered his head indistinctly.But the werewolf who was so focused on playing the violin finally noticed our existence.

The werewolf bowed politely and said: "The werewolf apologizes, the werewolf had no intention of disturbing the good paladin. Who is the werewolf? The werewolf is just a sad person who doesn't matter. Why is the werewolf here? Because the werewolf loves hopelessly Up to Mistress of the Manor, In this lovely enchanted night, the werewolf offers a lyre, and the werewolf wants only to take away the smallest rose."

"Let me guess," Fran said, "she's a married woman, and you're getting no return for your love."

"She married the Duke, and I'm just a werewolf, although she said she loved me."

"You should let go," Fran said simply.

"The werewolf was not good enough for her. The werewolf just fell in love with her in the distant mountains. Until the vicious butler poisoned the Duke, and the butler forced the beautiful mistress to marry his stupid son. The werewolf couldn't rest assured, and stayed here every night. .Behold, the little window at the top of the manor burns melancholy candles all night. The werewolf has no consolation but plays his harp here."

The werewolf spoke very politely, so it was unlucky, I interrupted: "Qi, why don't you go in and beat him up."

"The evil servant guards the door with a sharp weapon. The weapon is made of snow-white maple. If there is no invitation from the master, the werewolf cannot enter."

"Okay then," Francis said with a deep look, "come with me, brother will help you get ahead!"

Through the vine arcade with strong fragrance of flowers, you can see the curved marble steps and the brass and gilt doors on the steps.A thin and pale young man stood guard at the door: "Bastard! What are you doing again?" He was holding a sharp maple dagger tightly in both hands, but his hands were trembling slightly.

The werewolf lowered his head and took half a step back. It wasn't a dagger that blocked him, but an enchantment made of maple wood ash, hidden under the marble floor.It's just an ordinary array to defend against werewolves, as long as you get the bottom-level authority, and then simply bypass it, that is to say, it won't be difficult for a powerful mage like me.

I was studying to crack the magic circle, when suddenly the door opened a crack, and at the same time, brilliant lights and orchestras gushed out.An old man dressed as a housekeeper came out sideways, and several servants followed behind nervously.The butler said in a courteous tone: "Oh, the master is holding a dance party, and I don't know that there are still distinguished guests coming from afar, so I didn't greet you well."

"We're going in," Fran said.

"The succulent is radiant, the succulent is radiant! Guests from afar are welcome to come to the ball, but this beast...maybe it is more appropriate to place it in the kennel."

"He's going in too."

The butler rubbed his hands: "If the distinguished guests can properly restrain the werewolf's behavior, it's not impossible."

"Take him to see your mistress, and leave after asking."

"Okay, okay, now there is only one small problem left, please wear formal clothes to attend!"