A gloomy and deep dark castle stands deep in the jungle, black thorns grow arbitrarily, coquettish flowers bloom in the flowerbeds, and decayed corpses can be seen faintly in the black soil.

The black fence door was half-concealed, and several bright mushrooms grew in the corners. The rust stains on it faintly formed the shape of a human face, and occasionally a weird hoarse neighing sound came from the depths of the castle, and the faint blue flames suddenly appeared. Flickering dimly, the entire castle was shrouded in a weird and gloomy atmosphere.

In the dim hall, a few dim candlelights swayed faintly, reflecting the murals hanging on both sides of the wall. In the middle of the hall was a rather large table with many chairs on the side.

"You said, why did the master go to the city in such a hurry?"

The abrupt sound broke the silence in the hall.

A certain light suddenly changed its shape, and the burning light turned into a human face.

If this scene is placed in a movie, it would definitely be considered a horror level, but it is the most common daily life in the castle of death.

"have no idea."

"The master rarely tells us about her."

"Maybe there is a meeting to be held?"

"You don't know the character of the host. She hates those boring and long meetings. It's a waste of time..."

The whole hall gradually became lively.

The ghost that emerged from the wall, the hollow armor holding a spear, the tableware on the table, and even the table and chairs came to life at this moment.

No, to be precise, they were already dead.

It just stayed in this world in a special state.

The girl in the white maid dress is busy with cleaning utensils in her hands.

Although she is the steward of the castle, she still does these tasks every day, because if she doesn't, she can only do nothing.

Wakaba put his head through the bookshelf, carefully inspected the gap in the back, and cleaned the dust inside.

"Master Elizabeth has her own thoughts in everything she does. When necessary, she will naturally inform us."

Ruoye said softly, and at the same time remembered the question Elizabeth posed to her last night.

Can ghosts taste food...

Wakaba looked down at his palm.

White and slender, just like an ordinary girl's hand, but it exudes a faint fluorescence at the edge, showing an unreal illusory texture.

She had never considered this issue before.

If you can really taste the food...it is indeed a very exciting thing.

Click!

A dazzling thunder flashed past, illuminating the dim hall in an instant.

"Well, Ruoye, shouldn't we turn on the lights better?"

The hollow armor made a suggestion, and his voice sounded like a man, whose original identity was a knight.

It also proved one thing, not all ghosts hate light.

For them, the inconvenience of life is the most critical thing.

"No, Elizabeth-sama said that the theme of the next castle will be changed, and maybe some human brave will usher in crusade." Wakaba shook his head and refused.

The armor was silent and no longer spoke.

The other undead also fell into a state of silence.

The brave who can cross the dead woodland to reach the death castle, can do this, does not seem to exist in this world.

But since this is Elizabeth's decision, they only need to implement it.

Suddenly, a special wave swept across the castle of death, like a harmless breeze, but made all the sounds disappear in an instant.

"Master Elizabeth is back."

Ruoye pulled his head out of the wall and once again became the elegant and dignified maid, quietly waiting for the return of the master.

The other undead in the hall also stopped talking, each fulfilling their own duties, when furniture was used as furniture, when the lampstand was used as a lampstand...hurry and orderly.

Soon, bits and pieces of blue flares appeared out of thin air, like stars in the night sky, these flares quickly outlined and connected, turned into a complex and gorgeous pattern, and intangible magic power also gathered here.

The light emitted by the magic circle quickly reached the critical value, and the space at the center was abnormally distorted, and Elizabeth in a black robe walked out of it.

"Master Elizabeth."

Ruoye greeted him, lowered his head slightly, and took the black robe she handed over from Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was still wrapped in a white bandage.

The bandage is a transcendent item that can completely conceal the undead aura emanating from her body. It was found in a treasure room of the Holy See when she was a human.

At that time, it was only stored as an interesting thing, but she did not expect it to become one of her most commonly used extraordinary items in later years.

Elizabeth walked to the end of the table and sat down.

The glass and bottle automatically floated from the side in front of Elizabeth, and poured a glass for it.

Elizabeth held the glass in her hand and looked down at the pale golden liquor.

If it is placed in the world of the living, the ordinary human kingdom, this cup of wine should be able to beat countless masters of wine tasting, and those extraordinary people will also fight for it.

Because this is also a transcendent item, it has an indescribable increase effect on the transcendent.

But in the Castle of Death... it's just a glass of ordinary drink, and you don't even have the qualifications to be enjoyed.

The wine glass was held in Elizabeth's hand and did not dare to make any movement at all. It felt that Elizabeth today is a little different from the past. Of course, other undead must have seen this. Even the little guys who always like to make trouble are also at this time. Played his role peacefully.historical

Elizabeth shook the wine glass gently, watching the wine in the glass ripple lightly, and it was filled with misty colors under the slightly dim light.

"This thing should be precious to those transcendents, right?"

"Yes, Lord Elizabeth." Wakaba lowered his head and replied softly.

"Oh, but to our undead, it's worthless."

Elizabeth sneered, put the wine glass into her mouth and drank it. The wine flowed down her jawbone and ribs on the tabletop, pattering down to the ground, and the sound echoed quietly throughout the hall.

"I can't eat, I have no sense of smell and taste, and I can't even feel tired." Elizabeth leaned back in the chair, "Wakaba, how much meaning do you think such a life has?"

"The meaning of life is more than that, Lord Elizabeth." Wakaba looked up at Elizabeth and answered seriously.

"You're right." Elizabeth let out a weird shrill laugh, "but this is an indispensable pleasure in life."