Next, Angor used his spirit feelers to check the layout of the castle.
He put on a serious expression after he finished the inspection.
"Did you find something, sir?" Lady Merlo noticed Angor's change of expression. She sounded like she was asking about something, but she was more concerned about Angor's safety.
"It's nothing. I found the way up. Follow me."
Angor didn't say anything else. He turned around and led the way.
Everyone was still in a daze after what happened to the turntable. They all stayed silent and followed Angor's lead.
Soon, they arrived at a corridor.
Occasionally, servants would pass by the corridor with their heads lowered, but generally speaking, the corridor seemed relatively peaceful to the crowd.
However, this was only what they thought.
There were paintings on both sides of the corridor. The paintings didn't look strange at all. Instead, they looked innocent and innocent.
The people looked at the paintings and calmed down a little. Some of them even discussed which ones looked better.
Only Sibyl noticed that Lady Merlo frowned a little when looking at the paintings.
Sibyl used to learn etiquette from Lady Merlo. They spent a lot of time together, and Sibyl admired this elegant and calm teacher very much. Lady Merlo was a person who cared a lot about etiquette. Frowning was usually done when there were other nobles around, unless it was done on purpose because they were treated unfairly in a banquet.
Sybil could see that Ms. Merlot's frown was an involuntary movement. She didn't seem to like the paintings. She even … hated them.
With this conclusion, Sibyl paid more attention to the paintings in the corridor.
When they walked past another painting that looked like it was full of sunshine and dew, Sibyl asked in a small voice, "Can I touch this one?"
Of course, Sibyl was asking about Lady Merlo. Before Lady Merlo could say anything, Angor stopped. "Why do you want to touch it? Because you like it? "
Sibyl opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer. She didn't find anything. She only wanted to know why Lady Merlo didn't like the paintings. Was there something wrong with them?
Angor saw Sibyl's hesitation and realized something.
Sibyl didn't know the truth yet.
She must have noticed something from the details.
Angor nodded.
"You can touch it if you want," Angor said in a soft voice.
There are no traps on these paintings. "
Sibyl glanced at Ms. Merlot again, but Ms. Merlot avoided her gaze.
He remained silent.
Sybil paused for two seconds. Her curiosity was piqued.
She still reached out to touch the painting of sunshine and rain.
After touching?
Sibyl looked a little confused.
Before Cybil could say anything, he turned around and said, "Keep moving. Don't waste any more time."
Everyone followed him?
Maybe Sibyl's action attracted Angor's attention?
This group of talented people who didn't notice anything unusual began to be curious about the painting. However, they didn't dare to touch it casually. They could only approach Sibyl and hope to get an answer from her.
Fatty was the first to ask?
But Sybil ignored him. Or should I say, on this journey?
Sibyl basically ignored all other gifted people, especially men.
Was it because she had a phobia of men?
She simply felt that a man of this age was a teenager of twelve or thirteen years old.
It was too childish. Especially a teenager with a bandaged hand?
Not only childish?
Moreover, he had daydreaming disorder.
Fatty was a little annoyed by Sibyl ignoring him, but he didn't dare to do anything. They all knew the relationship between Sibyl and Ms. Merlot.
However, their hearts were itching. They were curious about what Sibyl had touched. Hence, Fatty looked at Amesa who was beside him.
Ameisa wasn't as cold as Sibyl. She could communicate and get along with other people peacefully, but she always kept her distance.
She understood the look in Fatty's eyes.
She was also curious about the painting. She considered and walked to Sibyl. "It's not about the others. I'm just curious. What did you find in those paintings?"
Sibyl didn't mind Ameisa's question. She considered and said, "Actually, I didn't find anything …"
Ameisa was surprised. "Then why did you look so confused when you touched them?"
Sibyl didn't try to hide it. "I just felt that the paper wasn't ordinary. It was smooth and soft, and nice to the touch. I know how to draw, so I know a little about paper. I've never touched this kind of paper before. It's probably some kind of high-grade paper that I can't touch at my level. "
What Sibyl meant was that it might be some kind of paper that only existed in the wizarding world.
After she finished speaking, she deliberately looked at Ms. Merlot, hoping to get an answer from her.
However, Ms. Merlot didn't seem to hear their conversation. She still didn't speak.
Sibyl was even more curious about Ms. Merlot's reaction. Since she used to be Ms. Merlot's student, Sibyl went to Ms. Merlot and asked her questions.
Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Ms. Merlot sighed in her heart and opened her mouth. However, she didn't point it out. Instead, she took a detour. "I remember before you left, I went with you to see your mother. Your mother was holding your brother in her arms, right?"
Sibyl nodded.
"Did you hold your little brother?" Ms. Merlot's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
However, Sibyl was right beside her. She heard Ms. Merlot's words.
Her little brother was born at the end of last year. He was still a harmless baby, so Sibyl had held him before. However, Sibyl didn't understand why Ms. Merlot suddenly said that.
"Think about how it felt when you held your little brother. Then you'll understand."
Sibyl repeated in a low voice, "How it felt when I held my little brother?"
Delicate, warm, and soft. A little bit of strength could leave a red mark on that delicate skin. However, it felt great.
Feel? Warm? Delicate?!
Sibyl raised her head and looked at Ms. Merlot in shock. "Is it the feeling of skin?"
Sibyl looked back at the long corridor. There was a painting every few steps. There were at least a hundred paintings in total. "Are these all?"
Since Ms. Merlot had already said this, she didn't hide it anymore. She nodded and said, "Yes, and they're all paintings made from the skin of a baby's back."
Sibyl wasn't the only one who was speechless. The other talents were also speechless.
According to this logic, the size of the paintings was the size of the baby's age.
If the paintings were smaller, it meant that the baby had just been born, or was not even a year old yet?
With that in mind, they all looked at a painting closer to them.
It was about the size of an adult's two palms, and it was calculated according to a woman's size. The painting was extremely small, and there was an innocent and adorable child drawn on it … But at this moment, no one felt that this painting had the slightest trace of innocence.
Looking at the happy smile on the child's face, Ms. Merlot covered her mouth and felt like vomiting.
The others were in the same situation. Even if they weren't physically hurt, the psychological impact would take a long time to recover. It might take years or even decades to recover from.
Angor, who was walking at the front of the group, didn't show any change in expression. However, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Is this what you meant by art?"
The other end of the Spirit Bond: "Huh? What did you see? The gallery or the specimen corridor? "
"The gallery."
Dorcas said, "Oh, you mean those paintings made of skin? How should I put it … in the realm of perverts, maybe it's art. But I think it's just so-so. "
"So you don't think you're a pervert?"
"I haven't reached that level yet," Dorcas replied. "But seriously, those perverts who toy with human bodies are just child's play. I once saw a lab of a Karabit wizard, and that really opened my eyes. Those —"
"I don't want to know about these irrelevant details." Angor paused. "Then what is this art you mentioned? The human wheel? "
Dorcas: "Of course not. Didn't I show you my imitation work before? It's art! "
"The Hanged Man?" Angor was confused.
Dorcas sounded a little excited. "Aren't those two talents your targets? If you know me, you'll know why I said it's art! I'm sure you do. We're friends, after all. "
Perhaps he felt that his words were too arbitrary, so Dorcas hurriedly added, "Of course, even if you don't understand me, you're still my friend. Between friends, there should be a certain amount of distance between them. Just like lovers, there's more room for imagination. "
Angor was speechless. Imagination? You're talking about imagination, aren't you?!
He no longer paid attention to Dorcas. However, his conversation with Dorcas did soothe his gloomy mood a little. He was now curious about what kind of art Dorcas was talking about.
Could the Blazers and Gloucester have survived under such art?
…
After walking past the creepy Skin Gallery, they finally saw a flight of stairs leading up.
There was a person standing on each side of every three steps. There were about eight of them.
They were holding all kinds of strange things in their hands. Some were strange clothes, some were shoes with steel nails, and some were bear knives with blood grooves on them.
Without a doubt, they were all here to serve the princess.
When the Empress went up to the second floor, she would probably change her clothes on the side of this staircase.
There were people on the stairs, but none of them were strong enough to notice Angor's presence.
When they reached the second floor, Angor turned right and entered another corridor.
There were no paintings in this corridor. Instead, there were pots of bright flowers placed on both sides of the corridor. These flowers either had a poisonous smell or were carnivorous.
Their purpose was obvious.
Thanks to the illusion, no one could see the power of these flowers. However, after Ms. Merlot's explanation, everyone's hearts, which had finally calmed down, were once again in suspense.
As expected, every place in the Princess' Castle was not simple.
With this in mind, they came to the end of the corridor, where there was a double door. Next to the door was a thoughtful label with a heart shape: Specimen Room.
The handwriting was crooked, as if it was written by a child.
The word "specimen" frightened them. What kind of specimens could be found in the Princess' Castle? Various human bodies?
Angor pushed the door open without hesitation while the others were still trying to prepare themselves.
It was actually a specimen corridor, which led to the stairs leading to the third floor. The princess' room was on the third floor, so they had to go through the entire place.
Earlier, when Angor was chatting with Dorcas, the latter mentioned the gallery and the specimen corridor.
At least, in Dorcas' eyes, these two places were on par with each other.
So, what kind of specimens could they be?
Angor's pupils shrank as soon as he entered the room. He already had an idea, but he still couldn't control his emotions when he saw it with his own eyes.
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The walls on both sides were filled with skulls.
These skulls all belonged to babies. There were boys and girls, and their skin colors were arranged in a certain color spectrum. It was either some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder or some kind of perverted obsession.
Even Angor almost showed his emotions, let alone the others.
Some of them retched, some felt their legs gave out, and some even cried.
Luckily, they hadn't eaten anything in the past few days. Otherwise, they would have puked all over the place. Still, they managed to spit out some bile, which Angor used his Ell Fire to evaporate.
Lady Merlo was also looking terrible. Even if she wasn't afraid of the skulls, she would still suffer from trypophobia.
Angor looked at the people who couldn't move. He sighed and added some calming power into the illusion around them.
The calming effect worked, but no one dared to move forward. The reason for that was because the eyes of those babies were all open. Walking among them, one would feel as if they were being watched.
"Move, all of you. Those whose legs gave out, hold on to them. You have to look even if you don't want to." Lady Merlo spoke in a strict tone, which was rare for her. "Or do you want the princess to serve you after she finishes her meal?"
Perhaps Lady Merlo's threat worked, because they all followed her inside.
The corridor was about the same length as the gallery. Angor began to understand what "perverted art" looked like.
At first, there were only babies' skulls. As they grew older, they turned into teenagers, young adults, middle-aged people, and finally, old people.
Some of them were crying, while others were laughing. They were all treated as if they were still alive.
The overall transition was very natural, and the hair color and skin color were arranged according to the color spectrum. Ignoring the "head" part, the color of the entire corridor was very bright and … lively.
However, not many people understood this kind of "art". At the very least, there was no one who could understand it among the talents this time.
Maybe Guina and Vonman, who were brought back by Angor, could understand it.
After walking through the bright but depressing corridor, they saw the stairs to the third floor.
There was no one on the stairs, but there were some traps on the stairs. They had to go to the right place to reach the third floor. Otherwise, they would trigger the traps and fall into a kitchen on the lower floor.
Angor glanced at the spots that wouldn't trigger the traps and roughly understood what was going on.
All the correct spots were places where people would jump and walk. Sometimes, they would jump to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes to the left.
Judging from the landing points, they looked like the jumping routes of some retarded children.
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