Chapter 37
Chen Wen's storytelling voice was gentle and pleasant, with a unique rhythm that slowly drifted into the night sky of the castle.
At the same time, the players who started the action at night sneaked to the corridor on the first floor using stealth props.
The little master took them to visit this corridor on their first day in the castle.
The player paid special attention to this corridor at the time and memorized its layout by heart.
The female player with a crew cut took the lead, coming in from the leftmost corner of the corridor, holding her breath and taking the first step carefully.
The invisibility item was of high quality, and she walked two or three steps inside without being noticed by the monster.
Despite this, the female player with a crew cut did not let her guard down.
In her hand, she tightly grasped her life-saving item, a crystal pendant that could protect her from fatal damage at a critical moment.
There was another brave male player following behind her. According to the division of labor, he kept his head up and kept an eye on the left side of the corridor.
The male player accidentally bumped into the female player, hissed softly, and spoke in a low voice:
"Why don't you leave?"
The female player with a crew cut was looking up, staring at the painting hanging on the wall of the corridor without blinking.
"Bald, do you still remember the paintings hanging on the wall when we visited the castle on the first day?"
The bald player has an outstanding memory, and he was responsible for collecting some previous information about the castle.
Hearing the female player say this, the bald man took a step forward and carefully examined the paintings hanging in the corridor.
Glancing around from the left, the bald man took a deep breath and nodded hastily.
"There's a new painting on the wall!"
This is really an obvious message!
That warm and brilliant graffiti sunflower is now hanging in the center of the wall!
The original paintings of the castle's owner have almost become the foil for this painting, and are used as embellishments around it.
The bald man quickly memorized the content and location of the painting, exchanged a glance with the female player, and both of them quickly evacuated.
After successfully escaping from the corridor, the players returned to the bedroom and started a new round of discussion.
"I think the content of that painting must be the core of this copy!"
"Sunflower, what does this mean?"
"Maybe it's not the content of the painting? The fact that it suddenly appeared there at night is enough to make people suspicious!"
The players were arguing with each other. The female player with a buzz cut who had been silent all this time pondered for a while and then spoke:
"Last night, you guys were not doing well, so I went out alone to look for information and found a story book about knights' adventures."
The other players were confused and asked:
"A storybook? What's it about?"
The female player with a buzz cut briefly shared the story with everyone:
"It's probably about a brave knight who went to explore a dangerous place, discovered a secret, and finally got the key and left safely."
When everyone heard this, they became interested.
"This story is very similar to our background. Does it mean that we are the knights in it?"
"That means we need to get the key, but who has the key?"
The female player with a crew cut licked her dry lips, thought about everything they had experienced in the castle in the past few days, and put forward a point.
"Perhaps the knight is not one of us. Do you still remember who we followed to the castle?"
In the story, there is only one brave little knight!
***
That night, the quiet night was without a single ripple.
The morning light suddenly came on, shining into the bedroom, leaving traces of light on the light-colored sheets.
Tiny dust particles danced in the light. Although the daytime in the copy was not as bright, it was still bright and clear.
Xingnuo raised her little hands above her head, stuck out her butt, and slept on the bed in a touching posture, with her breathing shallow and long.
In the past two nights, there were all kinds of noisy noises coming from downstairs, which disturbed Xingnuo and made it impossible for him to sleep well.
The night was quiet and Xingnuo didn't even dream. He slept soundly.
The moment daylight arrived, Chen Wen, who had been waiting outside the bedroom door all night, pushed the door open and came in.
His wet sleeves had mostly dried, and lay loosely wrinkled on his white wrists.
Shen Wen felt an extra warm breath in the room, and the little guy's light golden hair was like a small sun, instantly lighting up the entire bedroom.
The bedroom that seemed empty last night seemed full of life today with the arrival of the cubs.
The reason why Chen Wen likes growing flowers so much is simply because he likes the moment when the flowers bloom vigorously.
But after growing them for so long, the cold flowers still cannot bring this kind of vibrant brilliance.
Chen Wen sat at the head of the bed, glanced at the cold ginger soup beside the bed, lowered his eyes, and quietly stared at Xingnuo's rosy face as she fell asleep.
Except for the first meeting when they entered the castle, Chen Wen had hardly ever looked at Xing Nuo for such a long time.
The little guy has fair and pink cheeks, thick eyelashes, and eye sockets that are a bit deep like mine. His nose is a bit fleshy and he looks very cute.
Chen Wen stared at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything special about the little guy.
It is almost the same as an ordinary human cub, but even weaker and more spoiled, wanting to stick to me all the time.
He has clearly realized that he is different from his father.
But she just kept calling "Dad, Dad".
Chen Wen stood up, thinking about something, sighed, and turned back to his bedroom to change clothes.
By the way, I also took away the strong and pungent ginger soup that night.
Now that the little guy has recovered from his illness, it probably won't be needed anymore.
Xingnuo slept very well. When he woke up, the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared completely, leaving only fair and tender skin.
He raised his little hand and yawned, without even having time to change his clothes. Thinking of the food he hadn't eaten, he quickly trotted out to ask his father for some biscuits.
"dad!"
Xingnuo trotted along in his little slippers and knocked on his father's bedroom door, trying to wake up his late-sleeping father.
Chen Wen had just changed his clothes and hadn't even had time to put on his accessories when the brat forced him to open the door.
"What's the matter?" Chen Wen opened the door and looked at him helplessly with his head down.
Xingnuo hummed softly, raised his little chin, and rubbed it in his father's arms first.
Like a proud little cat, Xingnuo rubbed against her and said:
"Dad is so confused. Where are the cookies and milk for the cub?"
He also added:
"Add lots of sweet honey!"
Chen Wen's legs were itchy from being rubbed by Xingnuo's curly hair. He stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on the kid's forehead.
"Milk? Cookies? You really know how to enjoy yourself."
Xingnuo's forehead was pressed by his father's finger, so he couldn't move forward. He stood on tiptoe anxiously for a while, pouting and saying:
"Dad promised! He'll give the kid cookies!"
Bad dad, he woke up and forgot everything again!
"Yesterday, yesterday I was so sleepy, I didn't get any food!"
Xingnuo pursed her lips unhappily, and the soft flesh on her cheeks pouted, with a fierce expression.
"Dad forgot, so I'll give him two cookies as compensation."
Xingnuo imitated his father's usual behavior, hugging his little arms and raising his little chin to "reason".
Chen Wen was about to hug his arms, but when he saw this, his mouth twitched, and he put his arms down and poked the little guy's face.
“That’s a nice thought.”
As Chen Wen said this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously for some unknown reason.
“Not two, one cookie at most.”
Chen Wen turned back to his room and put on his accessories again.
Xingnuo continued to pout unhappily, and followed her father reluctantly. Seeing her father putting the purple agate ring on his finger, she couldn't help but stretch out her short little finger.
"My son wants to wear it, too."
In the past, my father liked to wear these delicate and beautiful little stones that felt cool to the touch. When Xingnuo was over two years old and was grinding his teeth, he always liked to chew on them.
After a long time, Chen Wen was afraid that Xingnuo's teeth would be damaged, so he simply stopped wearing them.
Seeing the little guy confidently reaching out for the ring, Shen Wen raised his hand and tapped his little head.
"Your fingers are too short. Wait until you grow up a little bit."
Xingnuo said "oh", retracted his short little fingers, held his little face and lay on the chair to look at his father, mumbling to himself.
"I want chocolate cookies, sweet and crunchy, and some milk..."
Every word is about food.
Chen Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the little guy muttering and couldn't help but say:
"Why don't you eat more than one bite during meals? Why is Little Biscuit nagging for more?"
Xingnuo actually doesn’t like snacks.
He just likes to be coaxed by his father, using snacks as bait, and patting the cub's back to sleep with him.
She would also take the baby to the kitchen and accompany the baby to drink milk and eat biscuits.
Xing Nuo snorted softly. He was too young to explain why, so he could only say to his father:
"Daddy is not second, but the baby is."
Chen Wen was also afraid of this little troublemaker and shook his head slightly.
"Okay, okay, go downstairs and ask the cook to make it for you."
Xingnuo heard this and took the initiative to hold his father's fingers tightly, correcting him in a baby voice:
"It was made by the pastry chef Susu. Dad, you remembered it wrong!"
Shen Wen really couldn’t remember whether there was a cook or a pastry chef in the castle.
In addition to the castle, Chen Wen often went to manors and towns. There were so many servants and monsters that for him, there was no need to bother to remember these little things.
“Got it.” Shen Wen replied without much concern.
Xingnuo raised his little head and muttered something about the pastry chef uncle.
"Pastry chef Susu loves to cry. I've seen her cry several times."
Most of the servants in the castle have unique personalities.
The cook is aggressive, the pastry chef is flattering, the housekeeper is old-fashioned...
But without exception, they were loyal and doted on the only little master of the castle.
Xingnuo knew that his father must have forgotten, so he whispered to him, asking him not to make the mistake again.
After saying that, Xingnuo couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly.
What shall I do with this castle without any children?
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