[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

Seeing him like this, it would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.But would it be too good to leave him at this time and let him be alone... Although the "seven deadly sins" will not cause substantial physical damage, the mental torture will definitely not be less than the physical injury, otherwise, How could a tribe use this to punish traitors.

I hesitated to speak.He looked at me thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly said, "Rosa, do you know what I like most about you?"

Hearing this, my mind stopped spinning, and the expression on my face must have froze: "What, what?"

Lambert didn't speak, and rubbed my chin with his thumb and forefinger.This is by no means a caress for a lover, it is more like stroking an object that he has full possession of... as if I am not a person, but a live animal that is about to be served on the table.He really wants to eat me.

Dense cold sweat oozes from the palm of my hand, I was just about to grab his hand and let him calm down.But he suddenly pushed me away, supported his forehead, took two deep breaths, and then walked upstairs without looking back.Until his figure disappeared, he didn't tell me what he liked most about me.

He wanted to catch up, but he hesitated when he thought of his out-of-control eyes and gestures just now.It's better to wait for the "gluttony" to pass before contacting him.I like that he is not fake, but I don't want to be his dinner.

At noon, Lambert finally went downstairs.He had changed into a flannel nightgown that was only half buttoned up, and his black hair was wet, with drops of water dripping from the strands on his forehead.

He walked to the main seat, pulled out the chair and sat down.Just looking at it from a distance, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this outfit. After looking closely, I realized that this nightgown was completely different from his usual dressing style. Looking down along the chest, you could almost see the thinness. And the firm waist and abdomen were covered with hard black scales, glowing with a dark luster.

I didn't dare to look any further, and turned my head in embarrassment.At this time, Lambert's voice suddenly sounded, in an indifferent and orderly tone: "Go and get a cloak for Rosa."

Feather Duster led the way.I looked at Lambert for some reason. The fireplace in the castle had been filled with firewood. Not only was the room not cold, but it was rather stuffy. There was no need to add clothes to me.

As if he noticed my confused gaze, he said without raising his head, "I remember telling you that the 'seven deadly sins' include lust."

"……Um."

He spread out the napkin with one hand, spread it on his knees, and said nonchalantly: "Even if I don't look at you, I can feel the heat from every inch of your skin. If you don't want anything bad to happen, it's best to make you beautiful His facial features are covered by his milk-like skin." It was clearly an exaggerated compliment, but his tone was extremely ordinary, as if he was talking about the weather, "Although it won't alleviate the torture to me, it will make you feel ashamed of me. I feel safer when I gaze and contemplate."

……

Why can he use such a serious and indifferent expression, and say such words full of desire...

My whole body was as stiff as wood, and I gave a low "hmm".Just at this moment, Feather Duster ran up to me with a cloak on his head.I quickly took the cloak, put it on my body, and buried myself in my meal like an ostrich.But even with a dark and thick cloak on, he could still feel his substantial gaze.

He keeps looking at me.This is the first time I know that the line of sight can be exposed to such an extent that even if there is no physical contact or eye contact, just by being looked at by him like this, you can still feel the entanglement of being plundered and possessed.

After lunch, I ran down the long table as if fleeing.Lambert wiped his lips with a napkin slowly and returned to the room on the second floor.I breathed a sigh of relief when the urgency of stalking prey finally disappeared.

But soon, I discovered that this was just the beginning.

In the afternoon, the sound of heavy objects collapsing could be heard from upstairs from time to time.Even a person like Lambert, who is good at controlling emotions, can hardly resist the effect of poison, and smashes things to vent. It can be seen that the damage caused by this poison to the spirit is by no means as simple as I imagined.

I sat on the sofa for a while, but couldn't listen anymore, and planned to go to the second floor to see what was going on, and was afraid of disturbing Lambert.After thinking about it, I found the clock.It seems to have read a lot of books and is a knowledgeable scholar. It should be right to ask him about things he doesn't understand.

"Witchcraft? Books about witchcraft were burned by the royal family, but," Zuo Zhong stroked his pointer-shaped beard with his slender arm, "His Royal Highness's library stores nearly [-] volumes of books. After it was put in the cabinet, no one looked through it again. You can go and look through it, maybe you can find a witch book that has not been burned."

I only have a concept for numbers below one hundred, and numbers over one hundred are just a paste in my mind.Following the clock, we walked through the colorful hanging garden, the dilapidated colonnade covered with moss, and entered the west tower.The dome here is dizzyingly high, and although the ground is covered with a deep red carpet, it has long been pierced by lush thorns and roses.The dead leaves whirled and fell, and stepped on them with a crackling sound.

The clock slammed open the two doors and motioned for me to pick up the candlestick next to it.Dust hits the face, and the ancient tower sighs heavily.I tentatively put a foot in and used a candlestick to illuminate the surroundings, but I couldn't see anything, the interior was too wide for a candlestick to be of much use.I groped for other candlesticks and lit them one by one.

Half an hour later, the library was finally illuminated by candlelight.The scene in front of me is shocking, I don’t know how to describe this scene at all, I don’t know if the bookcase is embedded in the wall, or the stone wall itself is the bookcase, extending to the top of the tower, the highest point can only be seen by looking up.The books are stacked neatly on the bookshelves like cow hair, and at a glance, only the stone-like spines of the books can be seen.Seeing this, I finally have an idea of ​​"one hundred thousand", but...

"With so many books, when will I turn them?" I asked the clock in shock.

"Of course I won't let you look for them one by one." The clock jumped to the dark brown desk in the middle of the study, and pointed to a hard-shell book that was almost longer than my arm, "This is the catalog of the study, you can find it Book titles about witchcraft will do."

I nodded in a daze, walked over, lowered my head and turned over two pages, and suddenly thought of a question: "Even if I found the titles, how can I get them down?"

The clock pointed to a hidden door several hundred meters away from me: "Take the stairs."

"..."

I never thought that reading and finding books is also a physical activity.It took me two hours to finally find witchcraft-related titles in the bibliographies, and another hour before I took them off the shelf.It was eight o'clock in the evening, but neither I nor the clock wanted to go back to the castle hall.It doesn't want to face Lambert the Beast, I want to get to the bottom of what the Seven Deadly Sins are all about.Lambert said it too lightly. The real "seven deadly sins" are definitely not what he said.

I don't know how long it has passed, and my eyes are sore from seeing it, and I finally found the records related to the "seven deadly sins".Sure enough, Lambert didn't describe it as one-tenth of the horror. The earliest inventor of the "Seven Deadly Sins" was a witch doctor.Because he was betrayed by the patient he cured, he was arrested and imprisoned, and since then he has hated all civilians who do not know witchcraft.He invented the "seven deadly sins" in prison, and after he was released from prison, he took revenge on everyone who had been cured by him.After the witch doctor died of illness, some tribes advocating witchcraft got the formula of "seven deadly sins" to punish the sinners who betrayed the tribe.

The following is a detailed description of the sorcerer, using the example of an executed witch on the Mosai River in the southern Metz tribe:

After surgery, the witch was extremely self-centered, ignoring all taboos and rules, and used all means to achieve her goals; her desires were hard to fill, and she tried her best to possess everything she could; she was jealous of all the five senses that were better than herself...

I turned my attention to "anger": remember, when the victim is in a state of extreme anger, if you don't want the victim to lose control, you'd better keep him in a cage, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

The following are some examples, some of which are simply shocking. For example, in the southeast of a certain place, a magician slaughtered the entire village in a state of extreme anger, even the captive animals were not spared.The editor has repeatedly warned that if you do not want to cause serious consequences, you must control the range of activities of the practitioner.

My heart felt cold, as if Lambert had shown signs of anger before I left... I don't know what's going on now.

After closing the book, I hesitated whether to go and see his situation.At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.I took a tight breath, and my voice was as dry as sandpaper: "Who?"

"It's me." Lambert's voice.

Although I like him very much, it is undeniable that he is extremely dangerous now, very dangerous, suppressing the urge to turn around and run away.I took a deep breath, walked over, and opened the door of the library.

Lambert was standing outside, wearing a white shirt and black pants, looking down at me, his eyes were calm but inexplicably aggressive.No, it's already night, but the animalized him didn't show up...why?

When he spoke just now, his tone was calm and steady, not as scary as described in the book at all. Is it because the effect of the medicine has passed... or as he once said, this level of witchcraft has no effect on him.

He kept staring at my face, as if rubbing my skin with his gaze.My scalp was numb from his gaze. In order to relieve the needle-like discomfort, I hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about 'it'?"

Since he did not appear as a beast, does it mean that his condition is gradually improving?

Lambert, however, misunderstood me.Hearing this, he suddenly took a step forward and pressed me against the door of the library, his voice was terribly gloomy: "Is that why you want to see 'it'?"

At this moment, the sense of oppression emanating from his body was uncomfortable.I quickly shook my head and pushed him away: "When, of course not... I'm just curious, 'it' would appear in the past nights, why didn't it tonight..."

"What do you say?" He asked lightly.

"...I don't know." It would be strange to know.

He forced me to raise my head, with the tip of my nose against mine, and my breath was burning coals, which made me tremble a bit: "What else can I have. Because my desire to monopolize you exceeds my instinct to control my body desire."

"I want to possess you more than 'it'." He held my hand, with some kind of cold secret longing hidden in his eyes, his tone seemed to be coquettish and threatening, "What about you, Rosa."