There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 468 - 408: Can Only Be a Player

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Strictly speaking, the difficulty of this script should be hell mode.

Because the players’ every move is actually under the watchful eye of the castle master, even if they yawn in their rooms, the castle can count how many cavities they have in their mouths.

Xu Shuo was not sure what the original Cerys would choose to do, but anyway, he was quite happy watching the play now.

This ti, whether the players completed the mission or not, he was not interested, after all, it’s improbable that the players would have a mission like "Find the Real Castle Master" just to expose his identity.

Because "Margaret" and "Veronica" are just characters Xu Shuo whimsically created to obscure the truth and put himself in a more advantageous position for the story, to conceal his own identity.

So in the original castle, these people simply did not exist.

In other words, if Cerys is a script NPC, then the actions she takes in the script are very unlikely to coincide with Xu Shuo’s.

Given Cerys’s personality, she is more likely to lock the Traveling Poet in a dark room right on the spot!

Of course, that’s also assuming Cerys thinks the Traveling Poet is Alex.

Thinking this, Xu Shuo enlarged the mirror image, stared at the Traveling Poet’s rugged face for a while from side to side, and compared it to the face from Cerys’s mory.

The conclusion he reached at last was—no, it really didn’t look like him, except for those amber eyes.

But if it really were him, then that knight would indeed be very unlucky.

However, when Xu Shuo played a script, he would only take care of completing his own tasks and try to earn more performance points without wasting ti.

So now, even if he isn’t Alex, he is still rather unlucky.

The main task, "Contracting a Soul," cos with a very stringent precondition in this script—souls.

In previous scripts, when extracted by the director, there was a chance that the soul fragnts of deceased characters would be extracted into the subspace, but in Prague Castle, that chance essentially doesn’t exist!

Because the evil Night Witch’s attitude towards outsiders is to strip their souls and consu their flesh and blood!

Under such circumstances, the souls of those deceased have long beco the source of magic power for the Witch—so what’s left of the remnants?

Therefore, in this script, the only thing that still possesses a soul is the players who have taken over the character shells.

The only people who can serve as contractors are the players!

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On the pathway leading to the Tall Tower of the castle.

The climber gave up exploring the mysterious, brightly lit corridor, for during dinner, by clashing with Veronica, he acquired the news that "the Witch lures outsiders to the Tall Tower and then those people never reappear."

Such suspicious news led him to believe that the residence of the Witch might hold more mission intelligence.

As he thought of this, the climber suddenly halted in his steps.

For he felt that his current actions, advancing towards the Tall Tower, indeed seed like being drawn into the tower...

But after thinking about his mission and abilities, the climber continued to step forward.

Passing beyond this flying buttress leads into the palace area of the Tall Tower.

This ti, he did not rush upwards but hid in a corner, taking out a black cloak from the Player’s Handbook.

The mont he draped it over himself, his entire aura turned dark and subdued.

"Special Artifact ’Cloak of the Baseless’ Fragnt: You’ve found a piece of torn cloth and even tailored it into a brand-new garnt. This cloak allows you to rge with the surrounding environnt. However, the remaining magic power can only support you for five minutes of action each ti. You will need to find a way to repair it completely."

The black cloak enshrouded him in shadows, then the climber turned and walked toward the flying buttress.

With little ti to spare, he quickly climbed the stairs and arrived at the semicircular platform in front of the palace.

But there is still a fifty-ter-long open-work corridor leading to the palace’s main door. The arched vaults are layered on top of each other, and the buildings are entwined with dark green vines, with roses blooming profusely as if weeping blood.

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In the sky, the red moon gave off a faint glow, slipping through the gaps in the arches and spilling onto this pitch-black corridor.

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere hitting his face, the climber pursed his lips and swiftly navigated through the red light.

However, when he reached the middle, his pupils dilated abruptly, and he imdiately stopped in his tracks.

Not far ahead of him stood a silent figure, dressed in a luxurious tailcoat and suit, with round after round of white lace spreading from his collar and cuffs.

Steward Armand Ray stood erect with his hands clasped before him, his smile polite and amiable, "It’s already very late. At this ti, you should be quietly staying in your own room."

The climber watched him warily, his body beneath the voluminous cloak already adopting a defensive stance.

After a mont, Steward Armand Ray’s face still bore the perfect smile, his pitch-black eyes simply staring straight at him.

The climber glanced at the ti, gritted his teeth, and probed, "Before the dinner, you seed to have promised to take us to visit the castle’s collection room afterward, but you didn’t keep that promise."

Steward Armand Ray heard this and appeared to suddenly recall, "Oh, that seems to be the case!"

"Since you had already promised before, then it shouldn’t be excessive for to visit on my own now," the climber continued. Discover exclusive tales on .Côm

"But you seem to have made a mistake twice," Steward Armand Ray replied with his smile restored, "You have twice attempted to enter my master’s palace. I think such behavior has been sufficiently impolite."

"It’s easy to get lost at night, I’ll leave now."

The climber said this and had already begun to retreat slowly while his gaze remained firmly fixed on the steward.

Steward Armand Ray did not move an inch, simply watching him amiably with his smile.

Not until the climber had gradually retreated to the edge of the corridor did the red moonlight from the sky recklessly spill onto him, but it passed right through the black cloak without leaving any shadow behind.

’The Cloak of the Baseless’ exhibited no anomaly, it was this person… who had directly discovered him!

The climber’s gaze darkened, with the stairs of departure close at hand, he slightly turned his toes and in the next mont, he fiercely spun around intending to quicken his pace and evacuate!

"...!"

The affable Steward Armand Ray was almost face to face with him!

The climber who had already turned, stomped fiercely on the ground, retreating backward in the nick of ti with great speed, only to find himself back in the middle of the corridor.

And Steward Armand Ray, who had just been standing at the palace entrance, was now at the end of the corridor, his body as straight as before, the whole figure shrouded in red light, looking extrely eerie.

All of a sudden, Steward Armand Ray let out a light chuckle, "Those who offend the master are unforgivable, please stay."

At the end of his words, he spread his palm into the air and then grasped a black-golden Double-edged Flying Dart.

The Flying Wheel was an empty circle, with lightning-shaped dart blades positioned on either side; they glead maliciously in the red light shining on the sharp blades.

At the sight of this weapon, the climber paused for a mont.

The next instant, Steward Armand Ray flung the flying wheel dart, the blades piercing the air at great speed, appearing in front of the climber in a flash!

He leaned back sharply to dodge the flying wheel that zood past overhead, but from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the flying wheel abruptly reversing in midair and attacking again. He sorsaulted once more, his body rotating halfway in place, narrowly avoiding the dart blade that shot beneath, just catching the edge of his fluttering cloak!

"Tss!"

The black cloak was torn away, and pinned fiercely to the ground!

The climber turned his head to see the cloak pierced through, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Whiz—

The flying wheel on the ground vibrated, quickly rising to return back into Steward Armand Ray’s hand.

The gentlemanly steward, still holding the flying wheel, looked at the man a short distance away with an astonished face. The smile on his face was eerie and cruel in the red light.

"Break Void, my nasake artifact. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, guest."

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