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Sean held Olivia and followed the butler in the crimson tuxedo.

The footsteps of everyone knocked on the marble-paved floor.

During the silent march to the banquet hall, Moonlight heard a certain sound.

Like a low sob, like a mournful groan...

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

The "Last Dance" walking in front of him has slowed down noticeably - he is listening intently.

Then, he also heard that weird cry.

Moreover, he found that the voice came from a certain room ahead.

Soon, they reached the door of the room.

Sean stopped, looked sideways into the room, and saw—

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

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

The butler in the crimson dress sensed the stop of the guests, but stayed in the darkness ahead, without rudely urging.

Sean turned his head and gestured to all the companions, and the footsteps walked into the room lightly——

For some reason, he wanted to know what happened to the puppet.

Although the "staff" of Midnight Paradise are clumsy and rigid, and their words are rigid and dull, they do not do things without logic.

For example, sweeping clean ground repeatedly.

With strong curiosity, Sean dodged to the maid.

He saw a... an indescribable face.

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

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

The syllables from the rough horn in the mouth made Sean, Moonlight, and Olivia all sneer, and they exchanged terrifying glances almost at the same time.

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

It was clearly Mrs. Dominic's voice.

She seems to be locked in a small dark room, and has become mentally ill, and her voice can only come out through inferior speakers.

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

At this time, the butler who was waiting in front noticed that the guests had stayed for too long and turned around...

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

This call did not arouse her memory, she just continued to bow her head and sweep the floor according to the remaining instinct and resentment, while whimpering Thomas' name.

Both Sean and Moonlight had surprised and slightly painful expressions on their faces.

They found Mrs. Dominic, but her soul was imprisoned in the puppet by the occult.

The power of the caster is so high that they have no way to forcibly release this poor woman against Peter Pan's wishes.

"Several guests," the butler walked to the door and looked straight at Sean with dull eyes, "Is there any problem?"

In order to avoid extracurricular problems, Sean shook his head and motioned for himself to go out immediately.

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

After speaking, he turned and left.

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

That sentence was heard by Father Taylor, which moved him slightly.

The words seemed to ring in Sean's ears until he walked out of the room again and regained his energy.

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

Before leaving the room, what Sean said was:

"Don't be afraid, ma'am—

"Freedom will come."

——

Sean and the others came to a long and narrow hall.

The nine crystal chandeliers, with the three-layer structure in the middle, are the most complex, huge and gorgeous, like a light source wrapped in diamonds, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

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

On both sides of the hall were glass windows covered by heavy velvet curtains, and Sean could see a group of people standing in the depths.

When approaching the end of the hall, Sean and others deliberately kept a distance from the first comers.

They watch others and are watched by others—

The most conspicuous among the first-comers was naturally the King-level-led team.

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

Just like the brightest flowers in a simple 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 explorers - there is no doubt that there will be no ordinary people who can survive the game in the courtyard area.

The captain of one of the groups wears a "Three Nighthawk" mask composed of black, blue, and gray and white.

The Three Tone Nighthawk is a J-class mask with both agility and arcane skills, with rare night vision and gliding abilities.

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

If a certain explorer in the ordinary world was a pilot who participated in night flight missions in the European War, I am afraid this kind of mask is more suitable.

Compared with "Three Nighthawks", another team made Moonlight 1902 shudder.

That team, the Queen-level leader, wore a wolf-bone mask with some flesh and blood. Whether it was the captain himself or the team members, they all exuded a corrupt atmosphere that did not belong to the living world.

"The Director of the Hideout", an advanced version of the legendary "Ghoul" mask.

In real life functions dealing with the dead, it is easier to obtain this series of masks.

However, such a mask that may desecrate a corpse is not some kind of glorious honor. This is a relatively speaking, closer to the dark side of the mask.

The Nighthawk Squad and the Director Squad of the Treasure House both kept a certain distance from the King class.

Part of it was courtesy, and part of it was out of fear.

The power gap is insurmountable.

Just as everyone was silent, they heard some slow footsteps.

The dead wood sage and the Tacheng apprentice have already changed their clothes~lightnovelpub.net~ It is long overdue.

Compared to Sean, they stood farther from the crowd, and just gave everyone a face salute from a distance.

In addition to the nearly destroyed Max team, the six teams that entered the castle area with 650 points before midnight have gathered here.

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

The puppet servants in Chinese costumes filed in, and the footsteps turned out to be the same.

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 meticulously combed back.

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

He walked to the light, with a thin smile on his thin lips, and a pair of lazy pale blue eyes.