He is the Holy Son of the Holy See, but a master of black magic.

The seaside is dimly lit in the early morning.

At the end of the field of vision, the sun is rising slowly on the edge of the sea.

The radiant light shines on you through the glass window of the wooden house, giving you a strange feeling of being both dim and clear.

It makes people unconsciously look forward to a new day.

Sitting on his knees at the head of the bed, facing directly towards the window, Andy's posture at this time was like a primary school student lying on the desk, leaning against the window sill.

His left hand was slightly raised, and a multi-legged light yellow insect was lying on the back of his hand.

Because it was bathed in the dim light outside the window, every detail on the insect's body appeared very clear in sight.

Along with the sound of knocking, dozens of pairs of slender legs that seemed so densely packed that it made people's scalp explode were still rising and falling irregularly, falling and rising.

It was as if the "mood" of this insect was fluctuating.

The knocking sound came from Andy's right hand. The tip of his index finger kept moving on the window sill, making a series of crisp sounds, as if sending a certain frequency of Morse code.

This is indeed a kind of password, but it is not used to communicate with people, and it is not perfect yet.

Andy needs to keep improving.

The subject of the improved experiment is naturally the round-cornered sand-footed bug on the back of the hand.

However, just like being a teacher, this cannot be accomplished overnight.

So after about an hour of "morning exercise", Andy lowered his raised left hand and let the bugs on the back of his hand crawl to the wall on their own.

What's very interesting is that when we first caught it yesterday, this insect was so scared that it was curling up.

At this moment, it ignored Andy's existence and wandered around the walls of the wooden house very unceremoniously.

After a while, it ran to a relatively dark corner under the hard bed and lay there motionless.

"If everything goes well, it won't take more than a week to make money."

After silently appraising the progress, Andy retracted his gaze from observing the bugs, jumped out of bed, and walked into the next hall wearing slippers.

The limited hall was not empty. At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf was cleaning with a mop.

She was visibly surprised when she saw Andy.

"It's not yet dawn, why did you get up so early?"

Apparently, the woman didn't hear the noise coming from the bedroom next door.

"can not fall asleep."

Andy answered simply, not wanting to explain anything to the "nanny aunt" who usually brought him meals.

"I have a little pet, Velma. If you see it, don't beat it to death."

"Pet? What kind of pet?"

"A bug."

"The bug...well, where is it?"

The middle-aged woman named Wei Ma had no special reaction to this, because there were so many "weirdos" on the island.

Not to mention raising bugs, she has often encountered people raising lions.

So when Andy pulled her into the bedroom and leaned over to point at the centipede-like multi-legged insect under the bed, the woman inevitably let out an unexpected scream of terror.

After a while of comforting, the local woman, who was not even afraid of lions, was able to calm down. Andy then ate a not rich but nutritious breakfast under the strange gaze of the woman.

Then I went back to the bedroom to catch up on my sleep.

Of course, it’s not really about sleeping, but about getting ready to “dream.”

"The person yesterday should have reported my situation. I think I can see the real owner today."

With this idea in mind, Andy "put on his vest" and after a moment of drowsiness, he appeared in the field where he was "offline" last night.

Time here is not synchronized with reality. The starry sky above is deep and the bright moonlight shines on the surrounding green land, making it look hazy and dark.

Standing on the top of a hill, looking around, the mountains, castles and military camps that could be seen yesterday have all disappeared now.

There was only the endless plain night.

Obviously, after the mystery of the Battle of Baloric was revealed, the owner of this place no longer believed that this simulation was still necessary.

But before Andy could figure out where to go next, he suddenly found that he couldn't move!

"Has it been locked?" Andy was not surprised by this.

Putting himself in his shoes, if he found out that an outsider had broken into a more important private space like the Palace of Myths.

So the first thing he had to do was, of course, to restrain this outsider first, so as not to wander around and cause any trouble...

However, what happened next made him realize that the situation was not limited to that.

"Has anyone told you?"

A person dressed as a maid quietly appeared beside Andy, with an indifferent expression and a voice without any emotion.

"You look like this and you have already committed a capital crime?"

Of course, the maid is not the owner of this place, but is sent by the owner of this place to keep an eye on him.

After all, no one knows when Andy will "come online", and the other person is a busy person and has no intention of paying attention here all the time.

However, although the person involved has not arrived, her will is being carried out by the maid——

He has the blood of the royal family and looks exactly like the queen's deceased ex-husband.

Under normal circumstances, Andy would be treated politely.

With his scientific research spirit, he solved a long-standing food problem for the Queen and provided the necessary soil for the "food reform" of the imperial prison system.

Very good, he is still a talent.

However, considering that it was the Queen herself who killed her ex-husband, the royal family was slaughtered by her herself...

The direction of development of this matter has become completely opposite.

"I admit I'm a bit unlucky."

Andy, who knew nothing about it, answered along the lines of "Uncle's Playbook".

"But it's too unfair to be judged for life and death based on looks alone."

"Playing dumb won't let you get away with it."

The maid stood in front of him and said expressionlessly: "Although you made a meritorious service yesterday, the sins of Ramones' bloodline have made that merit insignificant."

Something is wrong...

Andy frowned when he heard this, "What do you want to do?"

If it was a show of force, it would be normal in his opinion.

After all, relatives of the royal family are not easy to get along with.

Someone suddenly appears, who knows what your plans are?

You must first figure out the details and purpose before considering how to contact.

But looking at the attitude of the person in front of me, it seems that it is not just a show of force...

Sure enough, the maid sneered when she heard this, and then clapped her hands.

Objects appeared one after another from the surrounding open space.

The red charcoal basin, the hot iron, the restraint bed stained with blood and minced meat, the dismemberment saw, the whip, the clamping stick, the wooden donkey...

The variety of torture instruments was simply dazzling, and the maid said calmly:

"Please tell me your name, origin, and purpose. Don't take chances. These instruments of torture may look ordinary, but their effect on spiritual bodies has been enhanced."

"so……"

Andy raised his eyebrows, "Your master likes these very much?"

He didn't seem to be afraid at all.

The maid said nothing when she saw this, but shook her head helplessly, then gently picked up the soldering iron in the brazier and walked slowly towards Andy.

Some victims always have a wrong understanding of themselves before the execution begins.

I thought I could be like the heroes in some movies and TV shows, or in historical records, who could endure torture without giving in.

However, after actual experiences, such people usually cry for their fathers and mothers, and cry for mercy without any toughness at all.

Compared with the harsh words at the beginning, it is extremely funny!

Could the person in front of me be such a person?

The maid thinks so.

She has often tortured descendants of the Ramone royal family in the past.

So she knew clearly that the people in this family, underneath their superficial pride, were naturally despicable and cowardly!

"The first round will last ten minutes."

The red soldering iron slowly but surely approached Andy's eyes.

The maid in charge of all this said expressionlessly: "During this period, no matter how you beg for mercy, I will not stop."

"So you can save your energy and save your mind for the next explanation——"

The words without any emotion came to an abrupt end.

Just because when the soldering iron was about to close to her eye socket, the middle-aged man with disgusting blond hair in front of her suddenly smiled at her, and then disappeared in an instant!

As a result, the maid froze in place, staring at the location where the other party disappeared, her expression blank and full of disbelief.

It is not that outsiders have not come into the Palace of Myths.

But those outsiders cannot escape the restrictions of the rules after entering here.

That is to say, when the owner of this place tells the target not to move at all, the target can only be fixed in place, like a statue, unable to move even half a minute, and unable to leave at all.

Even the world's top extraordinary beings cannot escape from the restrictions of this kind of rules——

This conclusion has been verified countless times before.

As intimidating as the authority of the empire.

However, there is an exception now...

Thinking of this, the maid who had always looked calm and composed suddenly turned pale.

Because she didn't know how to explain to the owner what happened here!

Thank you for the tip to book friends Who Are Just for Flowers Blossoms and Fall~