: Falling into a trap

Author: Youdaoyan

: Falling into a trap

The snowstorm that lasted for two nights finally stopped, and Clark's mood was as clean as the clear sky.

Taking Miriel's hand, Clark rushed all the way to the secret door closest to the castle gate.

"Although...it's a bit...untimely, but...do you want to bring some clothes?" Mirel probably couldn't bear the cold, so he couldn't help but ask.

Clark's limbs were also shaking violently. It was really too cold inside the secret passage. He stood there and thought for two seconds before decisively giving in, "Okay, then...just go back and get some more clothes."

In fact, when Clark went to Valente's room, he had already changed into a set of warm clothes from Valente's room. However, during the time he stayed in the secret passage, he also gave the clothes to Mirel, but he did not give them to him.

Thinking that the secret passage was not only as cold as a refrigerator, but also surprisingly humid. After a while, the clothes on him and Miriel were almost like ice lumps. If they moved, the clothes would make a clicking sound, like

It looked like broken glass.

Considering that if they escape from the castle, they don't know how long it will take them to reach a safe place, so they have to take the risk to change into clean and warm clothes.

So which room should we go to?

Clark chose Earl Bluebeard's room without hesitation. The clothes of the great nobles were undoubtedly the best in the castle. When he searched Earl Bluebeard's room, he had seen more than one exquisite, precious and warm clothes.

An animal skin jacket, as well as many high-grade fabrics woven into the inner lining, these clothes are much better than the clothes in his and Mirel's rooms.

Miriel saw Clark's path and slowly understood Clark's thoughts. Although he was shivering from the cold, there was a hint of excitement on his face, like a little girl playing tricks on someone for the first time.

Fortunately, Clark and Miriel returned to Count Bluebeard's room with fear, prepared to be discovered by the fusion monster at any time, but they never encountered it. Valente and Hera seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But even so, Clark still didn't dare to let down his guard, hesitated, picked up a few clothes and changed them on the spot. Miriel shyly picked up the clothes he picked and hid behind the bookshelf to change.

"Oh..." While changing clothes, there was a movement from Mi Lair's side.

"What's wrong? Hiss..." Clark immediately turned around and asked with concern. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt itchy and painful on his back. He looked at a reflective place in the room and realized that

It was a frostbite on the Pipa bone on my back.

Mirel was also trying to hold back the pain. The rustling sound of getting dressed came from behind the bookshelf, "It's okay... I just have a sore on my back."

"Yeah, what a coincidence, me too..." Clark thought that it might have been accidentally done when the two of them were close to each other and leaning against the cold wall in the secret passage, and then he noticed the reflection in the room.

Milaire's figure appeared in the mirror. He was a little warm-hearted and turned his back in embarrassment.

However, he still saw a little bit. A sudden frostbite on her left shoulder blade destroyed her flawless and beautiful body. Unlike her innocent and lovely appearance, Miriel's navel was actually inlaid with a gorgeous sequin.

, seems to be a fast gem.

Clark only knew that women from some ethnic groups in some areas of the world had the custom of setting gems and gold objects in their navels. His hometown of New York on the west coast was a city of global immigrants, and he was lucky enough to meet the people who inherited this kind of custom.

Women who combine tradition with modern fashion styles, their bellies are as beautiful as Mirel's.

It's just that he is still curious, won't it hurt?

She was a little fanciful, but Clark did not slow down her dressing speed, and quickly got dressed. Miriel was a little slower. After all, she was a thin woman, and she was still wearing clothes worn by a fat man, so it was a bit tidy to organize.

It's troublesome, but fortunately Mirel is very neat.

"Is it still cold now?" Although Clark couldn't help but laugh at Miriel's appearance like a puffy cat at this time, he still asked more questions with concern.

"It's okay." Miriel puffed out his mouth and gave Clark a small look, probably seeing the smile in Clark's eyes.

Returning to the secret passage again, Clark and Milaire headed straight for the secret door closest to the exit this time. The sound of Clark and Milaire's running breathing was heard along the way.

They moved quickly and arrived at the secret door in less than ten minutes.

Likewise, before opening the door this time, Clark listened to the wall to see if there was any sound of the fusion monster and whether they were nearby.

"It seems that they are not here." Mireira was also listening to the wall, but she didn't hear any movement.

"Okay, I'll count to three, and we'll go out together and walk quietly," Clark said.

Clark winked, then counted in a low voice.

Three...two...one...go!

Clark and Miriel worked hard together to push open the secret door, walked out quickly, and in a blink of an eye reached the stairs in front of the castle gate.

Although the stairs were only a short dozen meters away from the gate, the two of them walked quickly to the castle gate as if they had experienced a fierce 100-meter race, and they were sweating all over.

Gonna go out! Gonna go out!

Clark's heart was surging, and he and Miriel pushed open the door to the castle.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat... The sound of rushing shoes sounded behind him. The moment he pushed the door open, Clark's heart felt cold.

Squeak...

The door was pushed open forcefully, but what greeted them was not the warm sunshine, but a huge shadow under the sun.

I saw Butler Valente and Miss Hera, whom I hadn't seen for a while. They were fused even more thoroughly, so thoroughly that the specific parts of their bodies could no longer be seen. They were swollen like a worm with slender limbs, but they were just longer.

Two faces.

Butler Valente and Miss Hera grinned evil and ferocious smiles at Clark and Miriel, who looked frightened. They seemed to have expected that they would appear here and had been waiting here for a long time.

"Hahaha, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally here." Valente smiled conspiratorially, his eyes full of teasing, "Don't you think I don't know that there is a secret passage in the castle?" He said.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and opened it to reveal a bloody golden key. At this time, the key and the bones in his palm were bonded together, as if they had grown together.

If only Count Bluebeard knows the secret passage, then what Valente is holding must be the memory object that carries the memory of Count Bluebeard.

"We want to see when you will come out of here like mice, so we have been standing here waiting, waiting for you to come out." Hera smiled strangely, she stretched her face, and her face came out of her swollen body.

A neck like a snake's body split out, bringing her head closer to the two of them, surrounding Clark and Miriel.
Chapter completed!