"Lady Shava..."
Angel paused and turned to look at the Mad Hatter, curious to hear what he might say. However, after calling out to Angel, the Mad Hatter fell into silence again, as if struggling with sothing he couldn’t articulate.
Angel sighed softly, no longer waiting, he directly headed towards the castle.
When he reached the castle, Angel could feel even more the extraordinary nature of this castle.
Previously, he thought the walls of the castle might be made of so kind of tal, but up close, he discovered that the walls were covered in an intricate network of patterns, all laced with silver, giving them a tallic texture.
At first, Angel thought the patterns were Magic Patterns, but on closer inspection, he realized these silver patterns weren’t Magic Patterns, but rather strange designs based on three-dinsional structures. They vaguely resembled the patterns in his right hand and eye’s green pattern.
Perhaps it was a kind of power exclusive to the Nightmare Realm.
If it really was the structure from the green pattern, Angel was sowhat confident he could decipher it, but cracking one structure could take several days or even longer. The castle was full of these patterns, and it might take years to unravel them all.
Therefore, Angel only took a brief look and didn’t speculate further, but instead focused on the key point of his journey—
The chimney on the roof.
Previously, Blair the bee ntioned that the only way to leave Duling Garden was through the chimney in Misty Goldlady’s castle.
The castle was large, and Angel saw about a dozen chimneys, but what caught his attention was the largest chimney in the center of the roof.
Angel inexplicably felt that this chimney might be the exit?
Angel took a deep look at the chimney, which wasn’t emitting any smoke, then turned his gaze away and walked toward the castle door.
Pushing open the door, there was no resistance. Inside, there was a long carpet stretching all the way to the castle’s main hall.
Angel thought that a castle inhabited by Nightmare Realm creatures should be vastly different from those of mortals, but from what he could see so far, the interior was quite normal.
Although the statues ant to display martial prowess had turned into dancing mushroom sculptures, and while the plush carpet was flickering with many blinking eyes, and although the various ornants, whether teacups or kitchenware, had long, slender arms and legs and were moving around... overall, it was still quite normal.
Angel thus walked straight to the castle’s main hall without looking around, the floor paved with smooth marble, the marble’s pattern resembling the screaming faces from abstract paintings; on the luxurious table, many of the previously moving décor had returned to their places properly, the candlelight burning with a dim glow, making the entire hall not only bright but also warm. Even the air carried a faint fragrance.
Angel nodded slightly in his heart, overlooking so negligible small details, it still closely resembled a traditional castle of the nobility.
However, broadly speaking, there was no intelligent creature capable of communication inside.
Although the teacup people and plate people could emit faint emotions, Angel, having a similar Teacup Band in his own Nightmare Realm, clearly understood that the emotions of these Nightmare Realm creatures were very thin, unable to engage in any aningful interaction.
Angel conducted himself like a polite guest, refraining from wandering around the castle imdiately, instead sitting down at the grand table in the hall’s center.
Angel could sense that the mont he sat down, the plates and wine glasses in front of him wobbled slightly, emanating emotions of surprise.
Although there were so seemingly edible mushroom bread on the plates and a crimson liquid in the wine glasses, Angel didn’t touch any of them. He appeared as a normal guest, but his composure was rely an act, for this was, after all, the domain of Misty Goldlady, an unknown character, thus requiring caution and restraint.
The reason for choosing to take a seat was simply that when he saw the table laden with food, and as he arrived, the candelabra lit up, which seed like a welcoming feast for him.
With this in mind, Angel decided to sit down as a guest at the banquet, to see if the real host would appear.
After Angel sat down, he made no moves, instead letting his gaze slowly wander around the hall.
Because shortly after he sat, he felt as if a gaze was watching him from sowhere.
Yet, after scanning around, he still couldn’t notice anything. Even the painted figures on the central wall had their eyes closed, so Angel genuinely had no idea where the sensation of being watched ca from.
Since there weren’t any revelations, Angel stopped searching. He had a premonition that when the banquet truly began, the other party would definitely appear.
Angel withdrew his gaze and looked towards the center of the long table.
The reason Angel chose to sit here was that he had previously noticed a thick-covered book placed on a glass stand at the table’s center. This position was the closest to the book.
Angel’s gaze passed over various décor emitting emotions of flattery towards him, quietly focusing on the thick-covered book on the table.
This book’s re presence at a banquet was strange enough, even more so being placed at the central position of the banquet.
From his angle, the book’s cover was clearly visible.
The cover was pure black and wasn’t flat, filled with nurous protrusions that resembled mushrooms of varying sizes, but at the top of each protrusion was a vivid orange-red eye. Almost every bump had an eye, giving it a rather creepy appearance.
At the top of the book’s cover, there was a row of characters in the sa orange-red color, which was the book’s title.
It’s worth ntioning that although the book’s title was printed, it directly impressed itself into his mind, bypassing the "reading and recognizing" stage.
Even though Angel had never seen this type of font, he nonetheless discerned the book’s true na—
"Crazy Wood’s Cultivation Journal."
Though there was no author credited, from the title it could be inferred that the author might be a being nad Wood. In Angel’s personal mory, there was no information related to Wood, maybe it wasn’t a human?
The aning of the title was obvious, combined with the ever-erging black mushrooms on the cover, Angel had a hunch—it might be a record of cultivating mushrooms?
While Angel was making this conjecture, the thick-covered book on the table suddenly floated up.
Angel was startled internally, but he quickly cald his surprise...after all, wasn’t a floating book a normal phenonon for Nightmare Realm creatures? Even if this book started talking, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
As he was thinking this, the thick-covered book indeed grew a pair of round eyes and an oversized mouth that didn’t adhere to any proportional rule.
Speaking of which, these distinctly black-and-white eyes and the mouth, their shape even seed sowhat familiar.
"Respected Lady Shava, welco to the banquet we have prepared for you at Silver Night Castle."
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