As soon as the inspector jumped into the passage, he found himself in another room before he had the time to feel the environment.
This was a luxurious aristocratic hall.
But unlike the halls of other nobles' castles, the inspector saw some strange things here. For example, there was a teacup floating in the air. There were small ceramic hands on both sides of the teacup, holding a spoon and tapping itself. The crisp tapping sound was accompanied by a small group of strange instruments floating next to it.
There was a teacup rabbit playing a trumpet, a black and white teacup playing a piano, a goblet playing a violin …
There was a whole teacup band.
This was not the strangest thing. There were also a few colorful dragonflies floating in the air above the hall. There were also some strange light spots. These light spots looked very beautiful, but inexplicably, they gave the deacon a sense of danger.
While the inspector was in a daze, the teacup band played cheerful music.
Along with the music, the sound of neat footsteps came from behind the curtain.
The inspector looked at the direction of the sound and saw that the curtain was pulled open. Two groups of toy soldiers less than the height of a palm walked out in unison and neat steps.
These toy soldiers were wearing red uniforms, white trousers, and tall hats. Their cheeks were painted with two red polka dots, which made them look very funny.
But the inspector did not find it funny at all because these two groups of toy soldiers were holding various weapons in their hands. Bayonets, long spears, muskets, thin swords … These weapons, like the light spots above his head, gave the inspector a sense of danger.
If they could make him feel danger, it meant that these weapons could at least hurt him. He was a legendary wizard. If these weapons could hurt him, they were at least very high-grade alchemy tools. They were definitely priceless in the outside world.
But here, they were given to toy soldiers.
The inspector swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether it was out of fear or envy. He watched helplessly as two groups of toy soldiers walked up to him.
Tap, tap!
The toy soldiers ceremoniously ended their steps in front of the inspector, then they separated into two sides. They used their stiff toy hands to make a gesture of welcome and pointed in the direction of the red curtain.
"This means, I should go there?" The inspector was puzzled.
No one answered him.
The Inspector thought for a moment. Since he was already in the Dalmatian's stomach, he could be slaughtered at any time. At least he was in a better position than Gruz and Daward. With a comparison, the inexplicable sense of fear lessened.
Since there was no place to retreat, then he had to move forward!
The Sentinel took a firm step forward.
Just as he took his first step, the Teacup Band played another welcome song, which meant that the Overseer was right.
The toy soldiers were there to clear the way, while the teacups were there to liven up the atmosphere.
Coupled with the atmosphere of the aristocratic hall, the inspector felt as if he had been invited to a banquet by a certain aristocrat.
Soon, the inspector arrived in front of the red curtain.
The inspector had an inexplicable premonition that perhaps behind the red curtain was the owner of this space.
The Sentinel paused for two seconds, took a deep breath, and lifted the curtains. As the curtains were lifted, the music of the teacup band also stopped.
The inspector slowly lifted his gaze and saw the scene behind the curtain.
There was a gorgeous long table, exquisite porcelain plates, and bright candlelight.
Someone was sitting at the table.
There was no one on the main seat at the front of the long table. However, there was a dalmatian lying lazily on the main table, showing that it was the main seat of honor.
There were also people sitting on both sides of the main seat. On the right was a fat Void Traveler, which looked like a big puddle of soft jelly, which filled up the small chair.
The one on the left was someone the inspector knew — Angor.
Angor was wearing the same clothes as before. He looked at the inspector when he heard the sound of the curtain being lifted.
Inspector: What's going on?
Angor: Ugh, it's a long story.
They exchanged a look and nodded at him, indicating that he should take a seat first.
The inspector knew that he had no choice but to sit down. There was no way he could escape. Therefore, he did not hesitate and walked forward.
There were many empty seats around the table, but the inspector didn't hesitate and sat down beside Angor.
After all, Angor was someone he knew.
A beautiful porcelain plate automatically floated in front of the inspector. The plate even reached out and took a loaf of bread and a knife from the center of the table. The loaf was cut into slices and placed on the plate. Then, the plate poured some cream and onion juice over the bread.
When everything was done, the plate suddenly spoke in a low, muffled voice, "Be gentle when using the fork. Don't cut my skin. And don't lick the plate after eating the bread. I hate it when men lick me."
The inspector stared blankly at the porcelain plate and subconsciously replied, "Oh."
"Oh what? No manners at all. I hate vulgar men even more."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across the guard's face. "What I meant was, thank you."
"So you know how to make it up to me. You're welcome. It's my job. Enjoy. Don't forget the rules I mentioned. "
The inspector quickly nodded. "Yes, sir."
The plate went back to normal. But the inspector still felt something was wrong. Was he talking to a plate? Was this porcelain plate a living being? Did that mean the food was on the plate?
"Am I in a fairytale world?" The inspector mumbled.
"Fairytale world? No, this is just a normal banquet hall, "Angor heard the inspector's mumbling and spoke.
A normal banquet hall? The inspector gave Angor a strange look. Was he the one who was abnormal? Or was Angor the one who was abnormal? How could this be a normal banquet hall?
Angor said, "Your plate is a little arrogant. It's my first time seeing a plate with so many rules. This is an exception."
The plate in front of Angor spoke in a pleasant female voice, "Yes, it's an exception. I really want my honorable guest to lick me all over. It'll make me feel good, and it'll be easier to clean myself. "
The watcher gave Angor an even more strange look.
Angor also felt a little awkward. Wasn't the plate in front of him normal? It didn't talk and just cut the bread. Why was it that the moment he opened his mouth, his words made people's imaginations run wild?
Angor couldn't help but rub his swollen temples. As expected, Dalmatian's pet was from the Nightmare Realm.
The hall was originally a black room. However, to prevent the watchers from seeing the "transparent surveillance" on the floor, he released his extremely luxurious Nightmare Domain.
When Angor used his Nightmare Domain to fight someone, many of the creatures inside died. For example, the teacup band and toy soldiers were left with only a few broken soldiers.
Maybe Dalmatian felt pity for them, or maybe it already planned this, so it spat out a new teacup band and toy soldiers from its mouth.
Other than that, he also provided some daily necessities for the Nightmare Domain, such as these porcelain plates.
He didn't expect the plates to talk, and he also didn't expect that they were talking because the watchers were here, and they didn't like the watchers at all.
Angor didn't know how to explain himself when he saw the inspector's strange look.
If he knew this would happen, he would have just set up a layer of mist on the floor. Why did he have to create a Nightmare Domain? Angor thought bitterly.
Despite his complicated feelings, Angor had to keep a straight face.
After all, he was the only one who could talk at this table. Dalmatian was still sleeping. Even if it didn't sleep, it would only bark. Angor didn't want to expose himself, so he had to rely on himself for the rest.
"Mister Inspector, I know you have a lot of questions. Do you want to eat first? I'll explain everything to you later. "
The inspector looked at the porcelain plates and felt strange. He wanted to say that he wasn't hungry, but Angor spoke again. But Angor spoke again. He began to doubt Angor's identity as well. Was this the same Angor he knew? Was there a deeper meaning to his words? So, should he eat it or not?
The Inspector hesitated for a moment and looked in the direction of the Void Traveler, then quickly glanced at the curled up dalmatian.
"Ahem, they … didn't eat either. Master hasn't eaten yet. Isn't it inappropriate for us to eat first? Why don't we forget about it? I'm not hungry anyway. "
Angor said, "They don't need human food. But since you're not hungry, Mister Inspector, let's talk. "
Angor put down his fork and knife, rinsed his mouth with a cup, and wiped his mouth.
"Mister Inspector, if you have any questions, you may ask now." Angor added in his mind, as long as I can talk.
The inspector stared into Angor's eyes. "Are you Angor? The Angor I know? "
Angor seemed to be too comfortable in such a strange place, which made the watcher feel that something was wrong.
"Yes, I'm Angor. I understand why Sir asked this question. I … I just know a little more than Sir. Actually, I'm just an ordinary person. "
A normal person? Which normal person would know about a Dalmatian? The inspector didn't believe it at all.
However, Angor was telling the truth when he said that he only "knew a little", which was why he agreed to it.
"If you're Angor, you should know what I want to ask the most right now."
"Where is this place? And how to leave? Am I right? "
The inspector looked straight into Angor's eyes.
"Let's talk about the bigger picture first." Angor pointed at the sleeping Dalmatian. "We're inside its stomach.
And we're in a space created by it. Yes, whether it's the pure white secret room or this banquet hall, they were all created by it. "
The Sentinel caught a detail. "You know where I was before?"
"Yes, that's what it told me." Angor nodded and pointed at the Void Traveler on the other side.
Not the Dalmatian this time, but the Void Traveler? The inspector felt that this was a little strange, but he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and did not open his mouth to ask.
"As for how to leave, I need its permission." Angor was referring to the Dalmatian this time.
Angor looked at the inspector and asked, "Do you have any other questions, Mister Inspector?"
Of course I do. That's as good as not saying anything. The inspector roared in his mind but kept a calm expression. "If you don't mind my asking, what role did you play in all this?"
Angor remained silent.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to. I just don't know how to say it. No matter what I say, she'll misunderstand. "Angor sighed.
"Why don't you tell me?"
"Me and them." Angor pointed at the dog and the Void Traveler. "I don't know either of them. I've only met them two or three times."
"It's called Woof Woof. You're its … servant?"
"Because I'm the only human Woof Woof has ever met, and I owe it a favor. To return the favor, I'm here as its messenger."
Angor looked at the inspector with a sincere look. "Mister Inspector, do you believe me?"
The Inspector smiled but did not say anything. He thought to himself, 'I don't believe you.'
Angor sighed in self-mockery. "See? I knew you wouldn't believe me. You'll misunderstand me no matter what I say. But I'm telling the truth. There's something I can't say. "
Inspector: "You said that you are the messenger, what do you mean?"
The inspector decided to avoid the question of trust and directly ask the question.
"That's what it means. Woof woof has some matters that he needs someone to pass on to him. Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof chose me as its messenger. " Since Angor was in his Nightmare Domain, he didn't need to worry that the inspector would see through his lies.
"What is it trying to say? Pass the message to whom? Me? "
"Yes, sir."
"Like I said, it was Woof Woof who told me about the White Secret Room. Woof Woof Woof has been watching everything. Mister Inspector, it's Woof Woof's will. "
The inspector didn't say anything, but he was still puzzled. Everything Angor said seemed to be Woof Woof's plan. But what was the dog's role in this?
Before this, the inspector believed that the dog was the one watching the White Room. But now, Angor told him that it was Woof Woof, which made him feel a little disappointed.
"Woof Woof Woof released Mister Inspector because it wants to cooperate with you."
At this point, the watcher finally understood what was going on. He was released because he was useful to Angor.
To put it bluntly, he was threatened.
If it was in the past, the Overseer would have thrown a tantrum. But now, he didn't dare and didn't dare to show his inner emotions.
The demon king, Spotted Dog, was here to protect them.
He didn't dare to do anything.
Spotted Dog was at least as powerful as Gruz Dayward's true form. It might even be a miracle creature.
Facing such a creature, any dissatisfaction could easily be detected. Therefore, it was better to accept it. After all, it was good to be alive.
"What kind of cooperation?" the inspector asked.
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