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Electric lights illuminated the corridor.

Sean held Olivia on his arm, and followed the butler in the dark red tuxedo.

Everyone's footsteps knocked on the marble-paved ground.

On the wordless march to the banquet hall, Moonlight heard something.

It's like a low sob, like a mournful moan...

Naturally, he would not ignore these details, and immediately informed Sean through the vibration of the playing cards.

The "Last Dance" who was walking ahead, his pace slowed down significantly - he was listening intently.

Then, he also heard that weird crying sound.

Moreover, he found that the voice came from a certain room in front of him.

Soon, they reached the door of the room.

Sean stopped in his tracks, looked sideways into the room, and saw—

A puppet in a black maid costume is holding a broom and sweeping the spotless ground.

The horn in her mouth seemed to be tuned to some weird midnight radio station, and there was a frightening whimper coming out.

The butler in the crimson dress noticed the guest's stop, and just stayed in the darkness ahead, without rudely urging.

Sean turned his head and signaled to all his companions, and the sound of footsteps entered the room softly—

Not knowing why, he wondered what happened to the puppet.

Although the "staff" of Midnight Paradise are clumsy and stiff, and their speech is rigid and dull, they will not do illogical things.

Such as repeatedly sweeping the clean ground.

With strong curiosity, Sean flashed to the maid.

He saw a... indescribable face.

The wooden face was densely covered with wax oil flowing from the dark eye holes.

The wax oil washed away the paint on her face, making her expression distorted and terrifying.

The syllables from the rough trumpet in the mouth hole made Sean, Moonlight, and Olivia all startled, and they exchanged a terrifying look almost at the same time.

They heard that the puppet, who didn't know what he was doing, was crying and saying, "Thomas... I'm sorry, Thomas..."

That was clearly Mrs. Dominique's voice.

She seemed to be locked in a small dark room, already mentally disturbed, and her voice could only be heard through inferior speakers.

"Mrs. Dominique?" Sean called in a very soft voice.

At this time, the butler who was waiting in front realized that the guest had stayed too long and had already turned around...

The puppet maid who had been sweeping the floor stopped, and looked at Xiao En with a pair of dark eyes in confusion.

The call didn't arouse her memory, she just kept lowering her head and sweeping the floor according to the remaining instinct and resentment, whimpering Thomas' name.

On the faces of Xiao En and Yueguang, there were surprised and slightly painful expressions.

They found Mrs. Dominique, but her soul was imprisoned in a puppet by occult magic.

The power of the casters was at its peak, and they had no way of forcibly releasing the poor woman against Peter Pan's wishes.

"Guests," the butler walked to the door, staring straight at Sean with dull eyes, "Is there any problem?"

In order to avoid complications, Sean shook his head, indicating that he would go out immediately.

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"You don't have to worry..." The steward's voice came from the miniature speaker, "These out-of-control puppets are all dealt with by special personnel."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Sean glanced at Mrs. Dominique, who had completely lost herself, and said a word in a low voice.

Those words were heard by Father Taylor, and he was slightly moved.

Until Sean walked out of the room again, refreshed, those words seemed to still be lingering in his ears.

The old exorcist drew a diamond on his chest, and sincerely prayed that what Sean said just now would come true.

Before leaving the room, the line Sean said was:

"Ma'am, don't be afraid—

"Freedom will come."

—

Sean and others came to a long and narrow hall.

Among the nine crystal chandeliers, the one in the middle with three floors is the most complicated, huge and gorgeous, like a light source wrapped in diamonds, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Under the gorgeous light, there is an embroidered carpet. The length of this carpet is astonishing, and it seems that there is no end to the journey.

On both sides of the hall are glass windows covered by thick velvet curtains. Sean can see a group of people standing in the depths.

When approaching the end of the hall, Xiao En and the others intentionally kept a distance from the first comers.

They observe others, and are observed by others—

The most conspicuous among those who came first was naturally the team led by the King.

Due to the richer soul, if there is no intention to hide it, the presence of high-level explorers will be more obvious.

It's like the brightest flower in the plain flower garden.

Even if the Guardian of the Kingdom of God and his teammates are not at the center of everyone, people will unconsciously pay more attention to them.

The other two groups are also Questers - there's no doubt about it, there's probably no game where the average person can survive the courtyard area.

The captain of one of the groups wore a mask of "Three Nighthawks" in black, blue, and gray and white.

Three-voiced Nighthawk is a J-rank mask with both agility and occult skills, possessing rare night vision and gliding abilities.

It is rumored that the function represented by this bird mask is usually "aviator".

If a seeker in the ordinary world was a pilot who participated in night missions in the European War, I am afraid this mask would be perfect.

Compared with "Three Nighthawks", another team made Moonlight·1902 feel a little shuddering.

In that team, the leader, the Queen, wore a wolf-bone mask with a little bit of flesh left. Whether it was the captain himself or the team members, they all exuded a corrupt atmosphere that didn't belong to the fresh world.

"The Director of the Ossuary", an improved version of the legendary "Ghoul" mask.

Functions that deal with the dead in real life ~lightnovelpub.net~ make it easier to get this line of masks.

However, this mask, which has the potential to desecrate the corpse, is not some glorious honor. This is a mask that is relatively closer to the dark side.

Both the Nighthawk team and the director team of the skeletal center kept a certain distance from the King class.

Part of it was out of politeness, and a bigger part was out of fear.

The gap in power gap is insurmountable.

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Just as everyone remained silent, they heard a sound of somewhat dragging footsteps.

The Deadwood Sage and the Tacheng Apprentice had already changed their clothes and arrived late.

Compared with Sean, they stood farther away from the crowd, and just saluted everyone from afar.

In addition to the nearly wiped out Max team, the six teams that had scored 650 points before midnight and entered the castle area had already gathered here.

Suddenly, the door at the deepest part of the hall was pushed open forcefully, and there was a loud noise.

The puppet servants in fancy clothes filed in, and the sound of their footsteps was unanimous.

From the dark space inside the door, Sean saw the silhouette of a person walking slowly.

He has a tall figure for a teenager, and his blond hair is combed back meticulously.

The owner of this spiritual world, the creator and king of Midnight Paradise, walked out of the darkness slowly in a black suit with a very elite look.

He stepped into the light, with a faint smile on his thin lips and lazy pale blue eyes.