Chapter 373 Send Away The sharp screams filled with fear reached the ears of every guest in the living room, making their hearts tremble and feel uncontrollably afraid. The painter Maren was very sensitive to this. He looked at Count Puyver with a pale face and asked with concern: "what's going on?" At this time, Count Puyver was frowning slightly, looking a little confused. Hearing Maren's question, he came back to his senses and smiled naturally: "Maybe something unexpected happened. I'll ask the servants to find out the details. Don't worry, it won't affect us. What could have happened?" After saying this, Count Puyfer motioned to his personal valet who was standing in a corner of the living room to go to the place where the screaming occurred. Then he said to all the guests: "Keep going." As he spoke, the member of the Soran family turned his gaze towards Lumian. From the moment he presented the gold bars, he had been observing the "emperor's" every move and subtle expression, trying to figure out why he got to eat the king's cake with the gold coins instead of himself. Lumian endured the slight madness that permeated his body and looked at the painter Maren and said:

“Draw a picture with your butt.” As the mischief king of Cordu Village, he has a lot of options in his arsenal, enough to give every game participant an "unforgettable" task. But this was not Lumian's biggest concern, as the bloody spirit hovering over the sofa area made him very worried. This strange and terrifying thing did not leave just because it could not invade Lumian's body. It still lingered in the air without weakening at all, and even spread out its rage, bloodthirstiness and irritability. Lumian even suspected that the scream just now was related to the lingering crazy spirit. When the handsome but pale and tired painter Mullen heard for the first time about painting with the buttocks, he was a little stunned and didn't know what to do. Influenced by the idea that they had accepted the mission and could not let others escape, novelist Arnoli and others not only excitedly made a fuss and asked the servants around them to bring paint and drawing paper, but also took the initiative to "help" Maren untie his belt. There was no way for Ma Lun to escape, so he had to paint his butt and printed it on the drawing paper several times, barely completing a work that looked like a child's graffiti. Seeing this scene, novelist Arnold suddenly got an inspiration: "How about we frame it and send it to the art critics to see what they think of such a work? "The painting is signed with the word 'Emperor'. The title, well, Maren, what do you think?" Ma Lun avoided everyone, wiped his butt, thought for a moment and said: "Just call it 'Coffee House'." "What's the point of this?" asked Cornell, editor-in-chief of the Little Trier newspaper curiously. "It has no meaning. I just thought of this term." Maren shook his head, threw away the handkerchief and tissue stained with paint, and pulled up his pants. "This painting itself has no meaning." While they were discussing, Count Puyver's valet returned to the living room and whispered something in his master's ear. Under the influence of the Blood Emperor's mad aura, Lumian was unable to hear what the other party was saying even though he was concentrating completely. He could only make out a few words: "Loss... harm... danger..." Count Puyver's expression was slightly gloomy, revealing a hint of solemnity. He then nodded slightly, signaling his valet to return to his previous position, while he himself acted as if it was no big deal.

While observing the look on the face of this member of the Soran family, Lumian tried his best to think of a way to get rid of that crazy spirit: We can't wait until everyone has completed their assigned tasks, right? No, there is still one step missing. At the end of the last King's Cake game, the King's Cake presented to Vermonda Soren was eaten by Count Puif... Thinking of this, Lumian cast his gaze towards the offering still on the plate, then leaned forward, stretched out his right hand and picked it up. Count Puyver had no doubts about this. In his opinion, it would be a problem if "Char" didn't take the sacrifice! Almost at the same time, the circling crazy spirit emitting negative influences seemed to be provoked and suddenly fixed itself above Lumian's head. It poured out all kinds of negative emotions, as if cursing this lowly human who dared to eat its sacrifice. Lumian felt the rage, hatred, and gnashing of teeth that wanted to tear his soul apart. Not only was he not afraid, but he smiled. This means he did the right thing! If the mad spirit didn't react too much to his taking the sacrifice, he didn't know how to stop it from continuing to hover over everyone's heads. This does not mean that it will definitely succeed, and there may be dangers, but at least it is better than the participants of the King Cake Game becoming increasingly irritable and bloodthirsty, and eventually killing each other. At that time, Lumian could still "teleport" to escape, but no one else, except Count Puyfer, would survive. Of course, he couldn't predict whether there would be any changes or new dangers after he ate the sacrifice, but in the current situation, it was better to do something than nothing. For the participants of the King Cake Game, if Lumian did not make an attempt, they would surely die, but if they did, there would still be a good chance of success. Lumian brought the king cake that was offered as a sacrifice to his mouth and took a big bite. The mad spirit grew angrier and more violent. It no longer hovered over the heads of others, but just circled above Lumian's head, sometimes wanting to drop down, sometimes trying to tear the target into pieces, but it stopped instinctively because of Alistair Tudor's breath. Another scream suddenly rang out. This came from somewhere in Red Swan Castle and did not belong to the same person as the previous scream. Just now it was a man, now it’s a woman. Count Puyver's eyelids twitched, and he smiled and said: "It's probably that the servants who were dealing with the unexpected situation were frightened by some of the more horrific scenes." Guests including literary critic An Yong accepted this explanation. On the one hand, they were guests and had no right to ask what happened in the castle, but on the other hand, they gradually immersed themselves in the King Cake game, becoming a little fanatical, a little impatient, a little anxious, and not paying as much attention to other things as before. Lumian ate the sacrificial piece of king cake bite by bite, treating the invisible anger and curses of the mad spirit as music playing in his ears. Compared to the horrible mutterings he heard every time he obtained the gift, this was the wonderful performance of the symphony orchestra. Since it couldn't really make any sound and didn't dare to invade his body, the crazy spirit could only indirectly affect his emotions and state. During this process, Lumian was distracted by arranging tasks for different people, and found that the participants only had eyes for the game. From time to time, screams could be heard from the castle, making people's hair stand on end and sending chills down their spines.

Finally, Lumian finished chewing the offering, and the crazy spirit hovering above his head came to an abrupt halt. The next second, it mysteriously disappeared, as if it had evaporated into thin air. The participants in the King Cake game still seem enthusiastic, but no longer as irritable and aggressive. Lumian let out a breath and turned his head to Eloise beside him. "Do a little twist dance. If you don't know how, ask someone to teach you." Compared to the Cancan dance, which is full of sexual connotations, the Twist dance seems relatively normal as long as it is not performed by a man and a woman together, but it just looks a bit funny. Eloise relaxed, left her seat, and began to twist her body unskillfully. Amidst everyone's laughter, Lumian began to assign tasks to the remaining participants. After all the participants had taken their turns, he straightened up and said, looking down at everyone: "The last task: "Keep it a secret and don't tell anyone about today's game." "Yes, Your Majesty!" Eros and Laurent, who were still immersed in the game atmosphere, responded in unison with respectful expressions. Of course, this was also due to the fact that there was still some "Blood Emperor" aura remaining in Lumian that was secretly affecting him. Seeing that every participant showed an instinctive obedience, Lumian quietly exhaled and smiled: "Today's game ends here." Count Puyver then stood up, smiled and gestured for him to come in: "We're going to the restaurant now." To get from the living room to the dining room, one must pass through the lobby of the castle's main building. Lumian, who had returned to normal, saw from the corner of his eye that several male servants and maids were busy near the corridor. They were mopping up a red patch of water. Blushing...Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly and he looked away. When dinner was over, everyone said goodbye one after another. Lumian also found Count Puif and took out the five heavy gold bars with a smile. Count Puyver shook his head. "Since I proposed this game, I have to follow the rules. Do you look down on me and think I'm short of these thirty thousand Felkins?" “It’s polite.” Lumian responded with a smile, without any hesitation, and quickly and smoothly put the gold bar back into his pocket. As agreed, he let the poet Elaite sit in his four-wheeled four-seater carriage, and gave him only 3000 fil gold on the pretext that he had limited banknotes with him. Elite didn't care at all. He put the money away and talked about his own aesthetic views. When the carriage started moving, Lumian asked: "Which district are you going to?" "Just take me to the Convent of the Sacred Heart," said Elaite with a smile, "I'll go there to find a friend. A sponsored poet will always have a drink with his friend." Sacred Heart Monastery... Lumian nodded slightly, raised his voice, and instructed the coachman. Soon, the carriage arrived at the monastery that was as beautiful as an oil painting. Even in the dark night, the gold on the wall reflected the crimson moonlight, looking extremely dreamy. After watching Elaite walk into the monastery, Lumian told the driver to return to Fountain Street in the Memorial Church area.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, forests and fertile fields were left behind. Suddenly, Thermiporos's majestic and layered voice echoed in Lumian's ears: “A dangerous creature is stalking you, starting from Red Swan Castle. "It is hostile and about to attack." Dangerous creature... Lumian narrowed his eyes, calmly opened the door of the carriage, and jumped down easily. He said to the driver with the remaining dignity from his previous role as the emperor: "Wait for me in the small town ahead." The driver hesitated for two seconds, but finally chose to obey the order. As Lumian watched him and the carriage leave, he leisurely took out the "torture" gloves from the briefcase in his hand and calmly and casually put them on his hands. The nearby woods suddenly became darker, and the small river flowing through the area seemed to be dyed red like blood. PS: The audiobook of Fate is available for pre-order today~ (End of this chapter)