"Mister Shava …"
Angor stopped and looked at the crazy top hat to see what the man had to say. However, the crazy top hat remained silent as if he had something else to say.
Angor sighed and headed to the castle without wasting any time.
When he reached the bottom of the castle, Angor could feel how extraordinary it was.
He thought the walls of the castle were made of some kind of metal. But when he looked closer, he noticed that the walls were covered with all kinds of fine, silver runes, which gave them a metallic texture.
At first, Angor thought the silver runes were magic runes. But when he looked closer, he realized they were strange three-dimensional patterns. They looked like … the green pattern in the right eye of Angor's right hand.
Maybe it was some kind of power unique to the Nightmare Realm.
Angor was confident that he could decipher the runes. However, it would take him several days or even longer to decipher them. The castle was full of runes, and he might not be able to decipher all of them in several years.
Therefore, he only gave it a cursory glance. Instead, he focused on the main goal of this trip.
The chimney on the roof.
According to Blair, the only way out of the Flower Spirit Garden was through the chimney in Mystic Castle.
The castle was huge. Angor saw about a dozen chimneys. However, what attracted his attention was the largest one on the roof.
Angor had a strange feeling that the chimney was the exit.
Angor gave the chimney a long look. There was no smoke coming out of it. Then he looked away and walked to the gate of the castle.
He pushed the door open without any resistance. A long carpet stretched all the way to the inner hall of the castle.
Angor thought the castle of a nightmare creature would be different from that of mortals. But so far, the interior of the castle was perfectly normal.
Although the armors that were supposed to show off their martial prowess had turned into dancing mushroom sculptures, although there were a lot of blinking eyes on the velvet carpet, although the dazzling array of decorations, whether it was teacups or tableware, all of them had slender arms and legs moving randomly …
He walked into the inner hall of the castle without looking away. The floor was paved with smooth marble, which looked like screaming human faces in abstract paintings. Many decorations that were running around on the luxurious table had returned to their original positions. The dim light from the candlesticks made the hall bright and warm. Even the air was filled with a faint fragrance.
He nodded in his mind. Ignoring some minor details, this place still looked like a traditional noble's castle.
But generally speaking, there were no intelligent creatures that could communicate with each other.
The teacups and platters could also express their emotions, but he had a teacup band in his Nightmare Domain, so he knew that these nightmare creatures could not really communicate with them.
He acted like a polite guest and did not wander around the castle. Instead, he went to the long table in the center of the hall and sat down.
When he sat down, he could feel the plate and the wine glass in front of him shaking a little. Both of them seemed to be pleasantly surprised.
There were some edible mushroom buns on the plates and some red liquid in the wine glasses, but Angor did not touch them. He looked like a normal guest, but it was only for show. After all, this was the territory of Mystic Lady, who was from an unknown faction. He needed to be careful.
He chose to sit here because he saw the table full of food. When he arrived, the candlesticks lit up as well. It looked like a welcoming feast.
Since that was the case, Angor decided to sit here as a guest and see if the real host would come.
Angor sat down and did not do anything. Instead, he slowly glanced around the hall.
This was because not long after he sat down, he felt a gaze that seemed to be looking at him from somewhere.
He looked around and still did not find anything. Even the person in the painting on the central wall had his eyes closed. Angor had no idea where the gaze came from.
Since there was nothing, Angor did not bother to look for it. He had a premonition that when the banquet truly began, the other party would definitely appear.
Angor withdrew his gaze and looked at the center of the long table.
Angor chose this place because he noticed a thick book placed on the glass in the center of the table. His seat was the closest to the book.
Angor glanced at the decorations that were trying to please him and quietly looked at the thick book on the table.
It was strange enough that the book was placed on the table, let alone in the center of the table.
He could see the cover of the book clearly from where he was sitting.
The cover was pure black and not flat. There were a lot of bumps on the cover, which looked like mushrooms of different sizes. However, at the top of the bumps, there were orange eyes. Almost every protrusion had an eye, looking full of horror.
Right above the book cover, there was a row of orange words, which was the title of the book.
It was worth mentioning that the title of the book was written in a font, but when reading it, it was directly projected into one's mind, which completely skipped the "look and read" stage.
Angor had never seen this font before, but he still knew the real name of the book.
The Journal of Mad Wood's Cultivation.
There was no author's name, but the title suggested that the author might be a creature called Mad Wood. Angor did not remember anything about Mad Wood in his personal memory. Maybe the creature was not a human?
The meaning of the book's title was obvious. Combined with the dark mushrooms on the cover, Angor had a guess. Maybe this book was a record of mushroom cultivation?
As Angor was thinking, the thick book on the table suddenly floated up.
Angor was surprised, but he quickly concealed his surprise. It was just a floating book. Wasn't it normal for nightmare creatures? Even if the book could speak, it was not a big deal.
Just as he was thinking this, the thick-shelled book really did grow a pair of round eyes and a large mouth that did not conform to the principle of proportion.
Speaking of which, the shape of the mouth and the black and white eyes looked familiar.
"Mister Shava, welcome to the banquet we have prepared for you at Silver Night Castle."
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