Chapter 428 Living Person Einhorn? Although Lumian was a dropout, he had received strict education from Aurore and knew that this surname represented the royal family of the Feysac Empire in the north. He had previously seen Eros being reserved and well-behaved in front of Puif Soren, and thought that her father's family was not very prominent, or even had declined, and had to come to rely on her cousin. Who would have known that she actually had such a prominent surname. You know, it has been more than a thousand years since the establishment of the Feysac Empire in the late Fourth Epoch, and the throne has always belonged to the Einhorn family, while the Soran family has lost the throne of Intis for nearly two hundred years. It is self-evident who is superior and who is inferior between the two families. Albus Medici looked at Eros with a little surprise, and said in a provocative tone: "You are still Einhorn, I can't tell." Eros looked straight ahead, returning to her quiet and well-behaved attitude. She said without emotion: "The Soran family and the Einhorn family often intermarry. Even though the Soran family left the throne of Intis a long time ago, this custom has been maintained. My mother just happened to marry a member of the Einhorn royal family." The poet Elaite asked with interest: "So your last name is Einhorn. Why did you come to Trier? When I met Count Puyver, you lived in Red Swan Castle." "Six years ago, my father died in the war between the Feysac Empire and the Kingdom of Loen. My mother took me back to Trier and lived in the home of my grandfather, Puif's grandfather." Eros sighed softly, "The year before last, my grandfather passed away, and last year, my mother also passed away due to illness."
Isn't this death rate too high? Well, Aurore said that although the four powers of the northern continent sometimes cooperated and sometimes confronted each other, the marriages between the royal family and the nobles had never been interrupted, so that marriages between cousins frequently appeared later... According to Franka, the "Hunter" path was mainly controlled by the Soren family and the Einhorn family. Can the marriage between hunters guarantee that their offspring are more suitable for the "Hunter" path? Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and walked along the aisle to the exit of the wax figure room. The wax figures on both sides were reflected by the yellowish light of the calcium carbide lamp on their faces, appearing yellow and looking like living people. The aisle became narrower and narrower as we went forward, and the wax figures were almost piled up in the middle of the road. As Lumian walked, he couldn't help but bump into this and rub against that. He felt that their bodies were cold and their limbs were stiff. They were indeed real wax figures. Finally, the four of them reached the end of the room and opened the iron-black wooden door. Before leaving, Lumian subconsciously turned back and took a look. In the already darkened room, the painful faces of the wax figures were vaguely visible in the reflected light. Their eyes seemed to have all turned over here, staring quietly at the exit. Lumian once again recalled the experience of being attacked by the wax figures in the river. He slightly raised his naturally hanging wrist and quietly gave the middle finger to the wax figures in the room. "I really want to burn this place down." At this time, Albus Medici sighed with a regretful tone. Lumian was stunned for a moment, then agreed in his heart: good idea! He doubted that if he could actually set fire to the wax figures, the potion would be completely digested. Eloise Einhorn said calmly: “There are an average of three fires per month at Red Swan Castle.” Are you trying to tell us to just burn and not be afraid? Lumian muttered to himself and entered the corridor behind the wax figure room. The tunnel slopes downward, leading to a deeper underground. Lumian wanted to pinch his lips and whistle to express his emotion, but he finally resisted the urge. The four of them went down until the corridor became flat again. There were no lighted wall lamps here. Whether they were powered by gas or candles, they were all sleeping in the darkness. With the help of the yellowish light from four calcium carbide lamps, Lumian saw a room with a half-open wooden door diagonally in front of him, from which came a faint smell of extremely stale blood.
He walked over, reached out and pushed open the wooden door. Light streamed in, and the scene in the room was reflected in the eyes of Lumian, Albus and others. This is a small bedroom with a collapsed bed, rotten wood, a fallen table, and a few miscellaneous items scattered in the middle of the room. There were distinct and deep marks on the surrounding walls, as if someone had dug them out with fingernails. In the end, the fingers even rotted and bled. The blood remained in those cracks, gradually oxidizing and turning black, losing its original appearance over time, but surprisingly still retaining a faint fishy smell. At this moment, a whistle sounded in Lumian's ears. Albus Medici expressed his feelings in this way. He pushed past Lumian and entered the room, running his hand over the scratch marks that ran deep into the wall. "I can imagine how terrible the noise would be." Eros, who had a chubby face, seemed to be focusing on the wrong thing. Lumian felt that someone in Red Swan Castle had gone mad and was locked up here, and the marks on the wall were left before his death. After a brief search and finding nothing, they continued on their way. They chose the right side at the fork in the road and saw a room with a half-open wooden door. The interior of the room was tattered, with black bloodstains everywhere, and the walls seemed to be inlaid with some things that looked like rotten meat. Albus Medici looked at him for a while and said, "Tsk tsk": "Some guy exploded here, exploded from the inside out, and there was blood and flesh everywhere." Lumian nodded imperceptibly, which was consistent with his judgment. What does it mean when an "arsonist" loses control and dies? The poet Elaite, holding a calcium carbide lamp in one hand, took a puff of his cherry wood pipe with some difficulty and made his own comments: "I don't know why this happened, but it sounds poetic." Explosions are art? Lumian muttered, walked into the room and searched it. In such an environment, his emotions were a little more agitated than usual, and his violent impulses were obviously strengthened. The stale blood and minced meat seemed to exude an aura that could affect other people's mental state. After the four of them walked forward for another ten meters, they saw another room on the side of the corridor with a half-open wooden door. There was no faint smell of blood in the room, but Lumian, who was approaching, felt as if his skin was being pressed against by sharp weapons, and his hair stood up unconsciously. Sharp! This was a word that came naturally to his mind. As the light from the calcium carbide lamp shone in, Lumian, Eros and others saw that all the furniture in the room had turned into small pieces. Whether it was the bed or the desk, they were all stacked together in the form of finger-sized cubes and were in a semi-collapsed state. "Your swordsmanship is quite good." Albus Medici laughed. What Lumian was concerned about was not this problem, but the fact that this place was not like the previous two rooms, with any stale blood or rotten meat residue left.
Where did the person who originally lived here go? Lumian carefully examined it and turned away. Soon, they saw a downward stone staircase. The bottom of the staircase was completely submerged in the darkness, as if there was no end. On both sides of the stairs there was a room with a half-open wooden door. It was so dark inside that it seemed to swallow up all light and movement. Lumian instinctively chose the left side, pushed open the door, and put the calcium carbide lamp inside. Under the direct yellowish light, he saw an intact bed and a table and chairs with no signs of damage. Two straight swords that reflected cold light were hung on the wall in front. On the table were a pile of building blocks of different colors and shapes and a row of iron soldiers who were only as tall as candles. These iron soldiers all wore blue coats with gold thread, and held long spears like branches or black rifles in their hands. They were toys that had been popular in Intis for one or two hundred years and were very popular among children. Lumian walked over, put away the carbide lamp, picked up a tin soldier, and skillfully wound the spring behind it. With a creaking sound, the iron soldier moved, staggered forward, and raised the spear in his hand. Lumian remembered that when he was a child, before his mother died of illness and before his grandfather went bankrupt, he had such a set of tin soldiers. "There are no signs of damage here. There are items from childhood to adulthood." Eros said after walking around the room. Albus Medici smiled and said: "I don't know where the owner of the room is now. He is neither crazy enough to grab the wall nor has he exploded from the inside out." While they were discussing, Lumian stretched out his right hand and tried to open the drawer of the wooden table to see what was inside. Suddenly, he heard a disembodied voice: "My grandfather went crazy and went deep into the underground palace and never came back..." Lumian tensed up and half turned his body to look around, searching for the source of the sound. Albus, Eros and others followed suit and made similar movements, apparently they had also heard the sound. "My father went crazy and went deep into the underground palace and never came back... "My brother went mad, went deep into the underground palace, and never came back... "I heard the call from the depths of the underground palace..." Lumian, Albus, Eros and Eloise all turned their eyes towards the wooden door across the corridor. The phantom voice came from there. With a snap, Elite, who was standing in the corridor, pushed open the wooden door behind him. The ignorant are fearless. A yellowish light instantly shone in, revealing two figures and a pile of objects. One of them is a flesh-colored doll that sits on a metal stand. It has no hair and simple facial features. It is surrounded by various moulds, strands of hair, clay and pigments in containers. A man in a gray-black robe with bright red hair hanging down naturally was holding a paintbrush and carefully coloring the doll.
Feeling the light coming in, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a rough face with thick hair and beard and iron-black eyes. He saw Lumian, Elaite and the others, and asked slowly and erratically: "You guys, do you want to make wax figures?" (End of this chapter)