Dancing is not allowed on the grave

After the circus, the woman got into Syl's carriage and headed for Karami.

"By the way, I haven't told you my name yet." She opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out, saying, "My name is Dolores."

Although he had vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, Syl was still stunned when he heard the name, and then nodded: "My name is Cecil, you can call me Syl directly."

He and Lancelot are still on the wanted list of the Holy See—but there are only portraits wearing masks, and the names and other information are all blank.

If the bishop of the black market auction house had been there that day, he might have recognized Syl, but Dolores didn't think about that at all. She just nodded when she heard the name, and then asked Syl about Karami.

In fact, how can a barren town have so much information to provide, and half of the time Dolores is talking about her own affairs. Of course, this part of the matter does not involve the Holy See of the Holy Light, and it even sounds a little boring to Syl.

For example, how she fished under the strict discipline of the teacher, and how she painted beautiful gouache and lip balm on the teacher while he was asleep.

Searle deeply realized that this saint was not as quiet and aloof as she appeared on the surface, but her active nature had been suppressed for too long, and it was a bit overwhelming to release it.

In fact, his shallow understanding of Isabella came from the unofficial history told by Nancy and the situation occasionally mentioned by Lancelot.

I am afraid that this Goddess of Light has taken off the filter of the Holy See's praise and beautification, and her real personality is similar to Dolores, but Grezel is deliberately cultivating her goddess image in the eyes of the past.

"Searle." Dolores called his name tentatively.

"Ok?"

"Your eyelashes are so long." She leaned closer, compared her thumb and index finger, looked at the length for a moment, and nodded firmly, "It's the same as my doll."

Seale:? ? ?

He instinctively gripped his clothes tightly.

After all, Dolores said that due to the strict control of the teacher, her usual leisure and entertainment are changing skirts and makeup for dolls.

Searle even felt a little horrified. He felt that if this continued, Dolores would be driven mad by the Pope sooner or later.

"I actually respected my teacher," Dolores said. "You know what? He's a very, very great man, everyone adores him...but people are also saying that he sees me as a substitute. "

"But everything I have now is given by my teacher. I can't escape, and I can't live up to his expectations of me."

Searle didn't speak.

He really wanted to tell Dolores that her teacher was actually not a good person, but he couldn't come up with conclusive evidence, so slandering someone close to her would only give her a bad impression of herself.

After a moment of silence, Searle decided to put the matter aside and think about how to arrange Dolores in the town.

During the special period, he did not expect that there would be foreigners coming to Karami, so the plan to build a hotel was temporarily put on hold, and it was too late to build it now.

Most of the private houses in the town were low and dilapidated, and Dolores might not be used to living in them. From this point of view, she could only be allowed to live in the baron's mansion tonight.

Seale decided to go directly to the baron's mansion, but when the carriage drove to the outskirts, Dolores asked him to stop.

"Let me go here, I want to go to the cemetery first."

Searle's heart hung in his throat, and he continued to drive towards the town while asking, "What are you doing there? They're all graves, maybe they're haunted."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts." She said and got up and opened the curtain of the car. "Thank you, I'll just get off here."

Syl frowned, still didn't stop, thought for a while and said, "It's late, go find a place to live in the town to rest, and I'll take you here tomorrow morning."

Looking at the cemetery that was drifting away, Dolores hesitated for a moment, then retreated into the carriage, "Okay then, I'll trouble you."

It was already late at night when the carriage stopped at the gate of the baron's mansion, the lights of the houses in the town were all turned off, and the whole street was pitch black.

Seale took off the kerosene lamp hanging on the carriage and led Dolores into the mansion.

After he bought the Baron's Mansion, he didn't come in to see it in person, and he was a little dazed when he opened the door.

The icy air in the huge mansion rushed towards her face. Dolores subconsciously wrapped her white robe tightly, hugged her forearm, and asked softly, "Is anyone living here? Is it okay for us to just break in like this?"

"This is my house, but I don't live here and no one lives here now."

Silton paused, and added: "There is no hotel in the town, you can rest here tonight."

Dolores looked at the spacious and gorgeous hall, but it was eerily cold and empty. The stairs on both sides of the door were spiraling up. haunted house.

She had been here before and did not visit the local baron, but she also saw the barrenness of this town, and she was already prepared to sleep in the wild.

However, the mansion was so magnificent that it was almost unreal—it was still unoccupied, which made her suspicious.

"Did someone die here?"

"..."

Before Syl could answer, she smiled again and said, "I'm just joking, don't mind."

"Which room do I live in?"

Syl realized that she might be suspicious, and while leading the way with a lamp, she explained: "I just bought this house a while ago."

"Oh." Dolores nodded, staring thoughtfully at the portrait hanging on the side wall of the staircase. In the painting was a middle-aged man, dressed in gorgeous noble service, sitting on the sofa, pointing his cane. touch the ground.

She frowned, and followed Searle to the door of the first room.

Syl opened the door and saw bookshelves displayed inside, and quills and ink bottles on the table. He immediately realized that this was the place where Mace used to work, and then exited and closed the door, "Not this one."

Dolores raised her eyebrows, "It seems that you are really not familiar with this place, such a big mansion, didn't you come in and take a closer look before buying it?"

Syl didn't know how to answer, so he just continued to walk down with the lamp.

Dolores asked again, "Then where do you live?"

The shadow of the kerosene lamp flickered, elongating the shadow in the corridor, as weird as a horror movie scene.Syl pointed out, "I live over there."

It is the direction of the cemetery, but it can also be understood as the town.

Finally found a bedroom, Searle breathed a sigh of relief, went into the room and put the kerosene lamp on the ground, and found the bathroom on the other side of the door.

He lifted the bedding and pillows to check, and after making sure there were no stains or odors, he said, "You can stay here at night, and you can take a shower over there."

After speaking, he left the kerosene lamp in the house and prepared to leave.

However, Dolores activated a magic device on the wall, and the room suddenly brightened, and the light element crystals on the ceiling flowed softly.

"Thank you." She picked up the kerosene lamp and handed it to Syl, then closed the door.

"..." Searle felt a little embarrassed, like a nouveau riche who bought a luxury house but didn't know how to use it, and still needed guests to teach him.

He sighed and walked down the stairs with the lamp in his hand.

The entrance to the cellar was just below the stairs, and there was a strange fishy smell, like the smell of wine, but mixed with a bit of sweetness of blood, and a faint smell of corruption.

Syl glanced back at the closed door on the second floor and walked into the cellar entrance.

The further you go down, the stronger the smell, and the fishy smell is so sticky and disgusting.Along the mottled bloodstains, Syl saw two or three corpses lying horizontally in the vat that was supposed to be used for brewing wine, soaked in wine, swollen and rotted beyond recognition.

The wall on one side was covered with instruments of torture, and there was even a simple iron frame bed, which was also covered with dark red blood.

Syl couldn't help swearing, covered his nose, picked up an iron rod from the corner of the cellar, and stepped forward to pick up the corpse.

Judging from the degree of decay, they should have been dead for a while. There is a high probability that they resisted Baron Metz and were arrested and tortured to death in the mansion. If Metz was still alive, his corpse would probably have been thrown into the cemetery by now.

It seems that no family members have tried to find and rescue them after they died, otherwise they would not still be soaked in wine tanks, or they would have been abandoned when they were taken away.

Syl closed his eyes, put the kerosene lamp aside, and was about to step forward to lift them out of the tank.

The scene in front of him was too cruel, reminding him of the scene that Lancelot had lightly brought up.

His little fox used to be like this...

It was as if a boulder had been pressed against his chest, making it hard to breathe. Syl lifted out the heavy corpse soaked in wine, his eyes were gradually filled with red color, and he exhaled foul breath: "Grazel, I will definitely kill you!" you."

The sound was amplified by the empty cellar and reached the entrance, where the shadow swayed.

Syl noticed the abnormality, put the body on the ground, and looked up.

Dolores' face was pale. She walked down the stairs and saw the bloody scene in the cellar, and Syl, whose body and hands were stained with wine and blood.

"You..." Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she immediately took out the codex from her white robe.

However, Syl had already stepped up the stairs quickly, and the sword of judgment protruded from his hand.

Every magician will carry a life-saving means, and Dolores is no exception. A circle of holy light suddenly lit up around her to block Syl's attack, and at the same time, she used the light chain technique quickly released by the Codex to instantly entangle her.

"Crack——"

The black and white shield shattered, but it also dispelled the spell. Searle flashed behind Dolores, cut through the shield with a sharp sword light, and hit the back of her neck with the scabbard.

Dolores turned her head suddenly, but she still had no time to resist, she just fell down slowly.

Syl supported her, slowly put her on the steps, sighed and said softly, "I'm sorry."