Chapter 19
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In fact, there was no difference between day and night in the castle. They were all covered by thick black clouds and the sunlight was dim.
But after the sun set, the darkness became thicker.
When the night bell rang through the castle, the dinner began.
The man in the checkered shirt and the bald middle-aged man came to the hall first. They sat in the corner with a little uneasiness on their faces.
After the bearded man inexplicably fell ill, they became more vigilant and didn't dare to touch anything for fear of committing a taboo and losing their lives in vain.
Even the delicious food in front of them didn't make them waver.
Shen Dongqing didn't have this taboo.
In his opinion, this game was similar to a vacation. There was no psychological burden at all. He sat down and picked up a piece of hot apple pie and put it into his mouth.
The man in the checkered shirt asked in a low voice, "Are you still eating?"
Maybe the bearded man had an accident last night because he ate the most.
Shen Dongqing stopped and said, "It's delicious."
The man in the checkered shirt glanced at the table full of delicious food and quietly swallowed his saliva. He still didn't dare to move.
Creak —
The door was suddenly pushed open, attracting everyone's attention.
The housekeeper bowed.
The Countess came in late.
The Countess was wearing a black dress. Her exposed skin was pale and fragile. She wore a black veil that covered most of her face. Only her scarlet full lips could be seen.
"Good evening, ladies."
The Countess lifted the corner of her dress and walked slowly to the main seat.
As she moved, the black veil lifted slightly and a flash of her face could be seen.
The Countess was a lady in her forties or fifties. She was well-maintained and elegant.
But if the bearded man was here, he would be shocked. The Countess he killed last night was obviously an old woman who was about to die.
But the people present didn't know.
The Countess raised the wine glass on her seat, "Welcome, the harvest festival will become … colorful because of you."
After that, she drank the red wine in the glass. Her lips were stained with wine and looked more rosy.
The Countess put down the wine glass and looked at the man in the checkered shirt and the bald middle-aged man who didn't dare to move. She chuckled, "It seems that the girls are shy this time. Am I so scary?"
"No, no …"
The checkered shirt man and the bald middle-aged man shook their heads again and again. They quickly picked up their wine glasses and took a sip with trepidation.
The count curled his lips in satisfaction. "Then, let us begin …"
Zhou Wenyan interrupted her, "Countess, what is the harvest festival?"
The count's gaze fell on Zhou Wenyan. When he saw that she wasn't wearing a gorgeous dress, his voice became a lot colder. "Of course it's to celebrate God's bountiful harvest."
"Alright, let's begin the dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of music came from the corner.
The checkered shirt man and the bald middle-aged man did not dare to make the first move. Instead, they looked at the others.
Zhou Wenyan stood up first and reached out his hand to Shen Dongqing. "May I invite you to dance?"
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