My Cell Prison-Chapter 808 - First Encounter
Chapter 808: Chapter 808: First Encounter
Chapter 808 -808: First Encounter
“The same routine.”
When Han Dong first arrived in this ancient city, he initially claimed he wanted to show me around, to experience the local customs and culture.
However, once we reached the mountain top, he immediately changed his tune and directed me to the Lord’s Palace.
He said that a feast had been prepared, cordially inviting me, the far-traveled Blood Lord… In the awkwardness where refusal was difficult, I thus fell into this guy’s trap.
The palace is essentially this guy’s ‘nest’.”
“There was no helping it~ Since the other lord had already extended the invitation for the banquet, refusing then would have led to targeted hostility from the lord.”
“Damn it! You shouldn’t have gotten involved from the start.
The two days I lived in the palace were like being in a monster’s pot, feeling perpetually on the verge of being devoured, not just mentally disturbed.
“Devoured? Why would you feel that way?”
“In my youth, I also often consumed ‘raw meat’… To some extent, I could smell something similar in the palace.
But there was no way to be sure~ During those days, there were major issues with my mental state, to the point where I even doubted if my memory had been altered.”
“Hmm, I’ll be cautious.”
Han Dong then cautioned Vino, who was disguised as his ‘wife’.
“Please make sure to keep your head down at all times, do not look at any of the artistic works inside the palace… When dining, you must also stay close to me at all times and never directly gaze at the lord here.
Among the four of us, only Knight Charlie can truly confront the lord.”
“Hmm.”
As for Dumps and Knight Charlie, of course, there was no need for reminders.
‘Umbria Art Gallery – Lord’s Palace’
Located at the Centre of Perugia – November Fourth Square.
The former city hall and the site of the most famous gallery in the nation.
A bamboo flute connected to the lungs played a melancholic, deep tune that could easily induce suicides.
The flute sound was used to confirm identities.
Boom, boom~~
The guard inside began rotating a heavy pulley system.
The rusty, thick iron gate, battered by the wind, slowly sank into the ground, revealing the entrance to the interior of the palace.
Just as the iron gate sank into the ground, an instant occurred.
Squeak, squeak, squeak~ An incalculable torrent of rats burst forth frantically.
The number was so vast that the rats piled upon one another, stacking up several meters high.
“Hmm?”
Shaking his head, the terrifying torrent of rats then subsided.
What he had just seen might have been an illusion, a ‘phantasmal refraction’ produced by the leaking aura of the palace, or perhaps a glimpse of a real event occurring in another dimension that Han Dong had accidentally witnessed.
Vino kept her head down through it all.
Dumps adjusted his glasses, looking as usual.
Underneath Knight Charlie’s mask was a frowning expression.
“The banquet hall is located on the third floor of the mansion.
There are more than forty minutes until the meal; I will first show you around the palace and take you to your respective rooms.
After all, the ‘Arts Festival’ will last three days, and as distinguished guests from afar, the lord has arranged high-class rooms for you within the mansion.”
“Routine!” The count babbled again.
Carrying a mix of curiosity and nervousness, they officially stepped into the palace.
Except for Han Dong,
the other three took appropriate protective measures.
Dumps adjusted the special bronze mirror he wore on his face, secretly switching to a kind of filtering lens that could effectively reduce the intake of visual pollution.
Charlie even utilized a ‘Puppet Physique’ to temporarily transform his human eyes into puppet eyes, which were far superior to ordinary goggles.
Vino silently recited a prayer, reinforcing her Holy Light Defense.
Of course, she largely relied on Han Dong and just needed to follow him, continuously looking at the ground.
With beige as the dominant color,
Accompanied by a large number of bundled columns,
the illumination was provided by many candelabras.
In the classical hall on the first floor, devoid of excessive artworks, stood only one painting—a massive surrealistic work.
With the deep space as its backdrop,
the left and right arms were connected only by a brain,
the left hand cloaked in delicate skin, like a beautiful woman’s arm,
while the right appeared decayed, swollen, with areas of gangrene even sprouting mouse teeth and fur,
on the upward-facing palms floated the sun and the moon, respectively,
“[Comprehension of Truth], this painting is the Lord’s favorite… it represents the spiritual dynamics of the Lord during his Ancestor Return and his emotional journey upon touching the truth.
If you are also Demons, this painting should bring you an intellectual elevation.”
“Comprehension my arse! I, the Count, have also seen this painting, and it didn’t enlighten me at all! It was of no help whatsoever in understanding the truth.”
Han Dong ignored the various nonsense from the Count and, indifferent to the influence the painting might exert on him, stared at it intensely, attempting to interpret its meaning.
“Please come this way… the first and second floors of the palace have been transformed by the enthusiastic Lord into [VIP Lodging Area].
The Lord often invites lives with artistic talents to his palace, providing the highest standard of services, just to discuss art and find like-minded souls.
Follow me, your rooms are arranged over here.”
Moving from the main hall into the corridor on the left,
one could occasionally hear some squeaking of mice from the corners, and strange conversations coming from inside the rooms.
It seemed that the ‘art festival’ had attracted many artistic geniuses, all accommodated within the palace for rest.
“Would three rooms be possible?”
“Do you have a large room that can accommodate all four of us?”
The Messenger, with a smile, explained as best as he could, “This is the main heart palace of Perugia City, and the Lord pays attention to some ‘details’… It seems inappropriate to crowd together in such a noble palace.”
“Two rooms… one for me and my wife, and another for those two.
I believe, Messenger, you can see, they too have ‘that sort’ of relationship.”
In contrast, Dumps and Charlie, who walked side by side at the back, indeed seemed to imply that.
“Oh? All right… Here are the keys to these two rooms.
In about fifteen minutes, you should head directly to the [Banquet Hall]; I’ll leave you here.”
“Okay.”
As the Messenger departed,
Han Dong and his companions exchanged glances and each returned to their room.
They thoroughly checked the rooms they would be staying in for the duration.
Suddenly, an uncontrollable Laughter broke out…
As the Count had said, the seemingly harmless painting, when recalled, brought about a ‘gnawing’ spiritual erosion.
Thousands of mice surged from behind the painting, attempting to gnaw at Han Dong’s brain, trying to devour the Talent Tree hidden deep in his consciousness.
But as the Black Whirlpool on Han Dong’s body trunk spun,
Laughter was emitted.
In a short time, several terrifying Bloodhounds also formed around the Talent Tree,
mounting mouths filled with thousands of teeth, they thrust out dozens of Tongue-like Tentacles… The Bloodhounds consumed the swarm of mice in no time.
“Nicholas, the newly formed [Mad Laugh System] is really powerful…” the Count was shocked, not expecting that Han Dong would truly withstand it.
At the same time,
the two guys next door also came to their room,
Dumps pulled an embodied mouse from his mouth with ‘Special Fingers’ and crushed it,
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Knight Charlie, by sacrificing a common puppet, shifted the mental invasion brought by the painting,
And Vino, who never looked at the painting, naturally didn’t need to resist anything.
All members withstood the first round of Spiritual Impact.
This scene was also completely observed by a certain entity in the palace, revealing an indescribably creepy smile from under the long robe.
