Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

Everyone tacitly did not raise this question again.

He quickly finished the food on the plate and planned to go to other places in the castle.

But as soon as he walked out of the restaurant, he saw the housekeeper standing at the door.

The housekeeper leaned slightly: "It's getting dark, please don't walk around, it's not good if you disturb the earl's rest. If you want to visit the castle, please do it in the morning. Another point, don't miss the afternoon." Afternoon tea at three o'clock and dinner at night."

Games usually don't give a dead end game.

What the housekeeper said was the death condition of this world: you can't leave the room at night, only in the morning, and you can't miss afternoon tea and dinner.

As long as you are careful, you can hardly make a mistake.

After the NPC reminded them, no one was desperate to die, and they all returned to their rooms.

When the last door was closed, the wall fires in the corridor were extinguished one by one, leaving only the copper lamp in the hand of the housekeeper.The light was pale, reflecting on her face, which looked a little distorted.

The housekeeper's eyes were indifferent, and she scanned the doors one after another, and finally locked on one of them.

A gust of dark wind suddenly blew through the closed corridor, blowing out the only light.

The figure of the housekeeper seemed to have merged into the darkness, standing there motionless for an unknown how long, until the dull bell rang, and she walked forward without a sound.

Tuk Tuk-

The housekeeper knocked lightly on the door.

Once born and twice cooked.

Zhou Wenyan turned over the balcony with ease, and walked into the next room.

Shen Dongqing was lying on the bed, and the jumping flames fell on his side face, as if it had cast a layer of warm orange, wanting someone to reach out and touch it.

Because this world has not yet developed to the point where there is modern technology, Shen Dongqing's mobile phone is useless, so she can only lie in bed in a daze, closing her eyes and almost falling asleep.

Zhou Wenyan slowed down.

Shen Dongqing heard the movement, opened her eyes and looked over, expressing her doubts with a nasal voice: "Huh?"

Why did you turn over the window again?

Zhou Wenyan sat by the bed, couldn't hold back, and stroked his messy hair.

He whispered, "There are people outside."

The housekeeper stayed outside.

So Zhou Wenyan was worried, so he came over to have a look.

Shen Dongqing narrowed her eyes, and subconsciously rubbed against Zhou Wenyan.

The chef of the castle is good at his craft. He was a little full, and his tiredness came to him all of a sudden.In addition, Zhou Wenyan's yin energy enveloped him, making him a bit too comfortable, his head was nodding, and he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, there was another "dong" sound from the balcony.

Wu Jia managed to stand still, and met the eyes of two pairs of people in the room.

"Hi, excuse me." Wu Jia saw the posture of the two of them clearly and raised his hand, "I'm leaving now."

Zhou Wenyan stopped him: "What did you find?"

Wu Jia was still wearing that weird big skirt, he took out a notebook from under the skirt, and handed it over: "I found a diary."

Facing the candlelight, Zhou Wenyan opened the book.

Lines of beautiful words were written on the yellowed paper. The person who wrote this diary should be the previous female guest who was selected to participate in the Harvest Festival, but due to the passage of time, some words became a little blurred.

【X month X day, sunny

I was invited by the Earl of Carlisle to participate in the Harvest Festival, oh...so really lucky, who doesn't know that the Earl is a...]

【X month X day, overcast

It is a pity that the Earl of Carlisle was unwell and did not attend the dinner on the first day. The butler said that the Earl will appear at the Harvest Festival. I hope that day...]

【X month X day, overcast

The girls in the company fell ill one by one, were weak, fearful..., and even rarely left the room. Can they participate in the Harvest Festival?The housekeeper told me not to worry, but I am always in the middle of the night...]

【X month X day, overcast

Oh, the Earl is in better health, and invited me tonight..., I have to be ready to make a good impression on the Earl...]

The diary stops here.

Obviously, the owner of the diary encountered an accident after being invited by the count.

While Zhou Wenyan was flipping through the diary, Wu Jia was secretly looking at them.

Wu Jia's expression was a little strange.

He has known Zhou Wenyan for a long time, and he has cleared four or five dungeons together, but he has never seen him like this.

With Zhou Wenyan's appearance and ability, he has never been short of other people's love and affection, but he has always been indifferent.Some people even wondered if there was something wrong with him that caused him to be so pure-hearted and ascetic.

He doesn't seem interested in anything.

He seems to be playing a game where others are afraid of death and life. He likes to walk a tightrope at the moment of life and death, flaunting it wantonly, and is not afraid of death at all.

But now, her eyes are as soft as honey.

Could it be that the cycads really bloomed and got out of hand?

Zhou Wenyan closed the notebook with an unkind expression: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Wu Jia immediately withdrew her dangerous gaze: "I, I'm leaving now."

But before he had time to climb onto the balcony, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Shen Dongqing closed her eyes and listened for a while: "Well...not knocking on our door."

creak-

The door opened a crack.

Probably because it was too troublesome to put on and take off, the bearded man still wore that ridiculous skirt.

He held up the candlestick and took a look, just in time to meet the housekeeper who was stuck in the crack of the door. Even though he had gone through so many dungeons, he was also shivering with fright.

The quality of the housekeeper is excellent, even in the face of the burly tycoon in women's clothing, she still keeps her face expressionless: "Miss, the Earl is welcome."

The bearded man swallowed, and managed to remain calm: "Is it just me?"

The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."

Beard: "Aren't you inviting others?"

The housekeeper looked at him with a strange expression: "One person is enough."

The bearded man suddenly had a bad premonition, his eyes passed over the housekeeper, and then he glanced at the corridor.

The corridor was empty, the doors of all the rooms were closed, and it was extremely quiet.

It seems that no matter whether the other players heard the movement here, no one would come out.

The palms of the bearded hands were wet, and he couldn't hold the candlestick in his hand.

The housekeeper stared at him silently, waiting for an answer.

The bearded man gritted his teeth: "I'll go with you."

The housekeeper got a satisfactory answer, but the expression on her face remained unchanged. She turned around and led the way, like a ghost, without making any sound.

The bearded man followed behind the housekeeper, holding a candlestick in one hand and a spell in the other. No matter whether oriental spells were useful to western ghosts, this would give him a sense of security.

After the figures of the two walked away, one of the six doors opened quietly.

Then one, two, three figures came out.

Wu Jia said in a low voice: "I think going out at night is likely to be a death flag, and maybe you will bump into the final boss Earl."

Zhou Wenyan said lazily: "Isn't this better?"

Wu Jia: "Where is it?"

Shen Dongqing was puzzled: "Isn't it just the right time to deal with him?"

Wu Jia: ...

How do you say it is as simple as crushing an ant?This is the BOSS, can you show some face and be more serious?

After finishing speaking, Shen Dongqing shook her head again: "No, I can't pass the customs so quickly. I think the food here is delicious, and I want to stay for a few more days."

Zhou Wenyan said: "Well...then let's take a look and never do anything."

The Earl of Carlisle would never have imagined that his survival depended on the skill of the chefs in the castle.

The bearded man heard the heartbeat in his chest accelerate and thump.

Follow the stairs all the way down.

The third floor, the second floor, the first floor... Finally, the housekeeper stopped at the door of the basement.

The basement was sealed by an iron door, and various weird patterns could be seen drawn on the iron door, which was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The housekeeper pushed open the heavy iron door.

Behind the door is a room, the floor of the room is covered with a soft woolen carpet, facing a screen, it is impossible to see what is behind it.

The housekeeper bowed slightly: "The Earl has been waiting for a long time."

After finishing speaking, the housekeeper left the room and closed the door behind her.

The bearded man came back to his senses, subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed the iron door.

Not moving.

It seems that there is no way to leave the room now.

The bearded man held the candlestick tightly and walked slowly towards the screen.

Before he could pass through the screen, he heard a weak and hoarse voice in the room,

"Ahem..." Like an old man in his dying years, he said with difficulty, "Sweet lamb, come here, let me see your beautiful face like a rose in the morning, let me touch your white as milk..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The burly figure in women's clothing came out.

The earl who was lying on the bed widened his eyes.

Obviously, the housekeeper did not tell the earl the bad news.

The bearded eyed the earl warily.

The count was very old, the skin on his face drooped loosely, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, his skin was covered with brown age spots, and when he got close, he could smell the peculiar smell of a dying person.

The Earl of Carlyle was an old man dying.

She was still a woman, so thin that she almost lost her shape, and her whole body was not as thick as an arm with a beard, so she looked harmless.

But the beard didn't relax.

In the world of horror movies, the scariest things are children, women and old people.

The earl took two of them.

After a moment of astonishment, the count raised his hand reluctantly: "Cough...cough cough come here...beautiful...cough cough cough..."

She really couldn't say those words of praise against her will, so she could only cover it up with a piercing cough.

Beard stood still.

The count looked up at him.

The two stalemate for a while.

The count suddenly made a "uh uh" sound, his legs were twitching constantly, his chest was like a broken bellows, and he couldn't breathe.Even so, she still stared at the beard.

come.

come over……

The bearded man seemed bewildered, he took a step forward and came to the earl's bedside.

The count's face was bruised, but he still mouthed, "Good boy."

The bearded man came back to his senses, just in time to see the strange smile on the earl's face, his heart trembled, and he felt the danger approaching.Before he had time to think about anything else, he quickly raised the candlestick and smashed it down.

There was a muffled sound in the room.

The earl's hand was hanging by the bed, shaking slightly, and he completely lost his voice.

But the beard didn't stop.

Through the screen, one could see him raising the candlestick again and then lowering it down heavily, again and again.

Repeated mechanically and numbly.

The housekeeper had long since disappeared.

A group of people came to the basement door unimpeded.

Zhou Wenyan pushed open the door, and a bloody smell wafted out from inside.

He shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that someone is one step ahead of me."

As soon as the words fell, a bearded man came out from behind the screen. His body was covered with scarlet blood, and there were even sporadic pieces of meat hanging on his face.

There was a hint of madness in his expression: "I killed her, I killed her..."

The bearded man walked up the stairs in a trance, as if he didn't see anyone else, holding a blood-dripping candlestick in his hand.

Wu Jia glanced around the screen and almost vomited out of nausea.

"The Count is dead."

Can't die anymore.

Shen Dongqing was very concerned: "Then we have passed the customs?"

After clearing the customs, how can you eat Western food made by the chef?

Looking at the painting on the screen, Zhou Wenyan comforted him and said, "I should still be able to eat for two days."