The palace was stagnant in the dusk, the corridors were deep and long, the halls were wide and empty, and the whispers from unknown sources echoed deep behind each door, as if countless invisible guests were gathering in this ancient and illusory palace, continuing their endless banquets while judging the visitors entering the palace with malicious intentions.

The footsteps of Rosetta Augustus suddenly rang out in the empty corridor.

The ruler of the Tifeng Empire walked along the corridor that he had walked countless times, as if he had not heard the strange whispers coming from all over the place. His figure casts shadows of varying lengths under the narrow windows where the dusk light shone. Each shadow appeared slightly as if he was about to come back to life, but he gradually returned to peace under the ignorance of the emperor.

He came to the deepest room of the palace and to the place where portraits of members of the Augustus family were hung.

Expressive faces were embedded in the dark frame, staring at Rosetta Augustus with a cold and cold look. Some of the images in the frames came alive, whispering to the frame next to them, making a muddy and muffled murmur that was not as vocal as a human voice.

Those "living" frames are all Augustus members in the past two hundred years. They are Augustus who have come alive after the collapse of the old imperial capital and the curse comes.

And those who were active between seven hundred years ago and two hundred years ago were just staying quietly in the picture frame, acting as cold portraits.

Rosetta is used to this.

Nightmare is the product of curses and also a reflection of the spiritual world of the cursed. It takes the collapse time of the old imperial capital two hundred years ago as the node. Before the collapse, the souls of the Augustus were free, and the nightmare could only project the illusion of soullessness. After the collapse, the Augustus were trapped in this dream world, which became the root of many strange things here, and made this nightmare world even more strange and dangerous.

Rosetta's eyes swept through the living portraits, with a cold expression.

Those were his fathers and ancestors, some of them were the closest people he had in his childhood, and some were the prototypes of heroic stories he had heard since childhood, but that was the event during their lifetime - now, they were just part of this strange dream palace, and a link to this curse. In them, any expectation of family affection and human nature will lead to a tragic ending soon, which is the lesson learned by generations of Augustus family members with their lives.

But as long as you maintain your rationality and restrain your greed and aggressive mind, these shadows in nightmares will be of other use.

In the portraits that came to life, Rosetta's grandfather, the wise George Augustus, seemed to have noticed something. The pale and shriveled face turned and his eyes fell on Rosetta Augustus. The low and weird grunt became a voice that humans could recognize: "Ah, see who is here...my dear grandson... are you okay?"

Another portrait next to him also became active and looked at Rosetta: "It doesn't look good. Look how tired he is. It's not that easy to rule an empire. Child, you should learn to adjust your state and not waste your life early."

Several other portraits nearby immediately echoed.

Rosetta ignored these buzzing conversations and spoke in a low tone: "What changes does this palace appear more and more frequently?"

"It's so cold..." the portraits said one after another.

But Rosetta just looked at them expressionlessly.

"What changes do you want? Are you closer to us?" George Augustus the Great smiled hoarsely and lowly. "What a pity, although we also want the day of reunion to come soon, you always refuse very well. This nightmare is still far from you...."

"But some other things are getting closer and closer to the real world you are in..." another portrait next to it added.

"Something? What?" Rosetta frowned, "Is there another 'God's Legacy'?"

"Then we don't know..." Marjorie Augustus, who was next to George Augustus, muttered, "but it seems different from our situation... It is something that has a similar person and a similar power, but it is just a similarity. Perhaps it is precisely because of this 'similarity' that we have a sense of our senses and also a little more curse on you."

Listening to these vague words and thinking about the corresponding clues in the real world, Rosetta's brow frowned. At the same time, he also heard the voice of his father, Marjorie Augustus, again: "In short, you should be careful recently. The real world you are in seems to have changed. It may not be aimed at you, but it is just existence and is enough to threaten you."

George Augustus also said: "We cannot provide you with real-world help in this 'in', but we will try our best to expand our senses and find its clues, and at the same time we are looking for clues as deeply as possible in the dreams of history. Maybe... can help you."

Rosetta looked up and looked at his father and grandfather, the Augustus who were older, and watched them speak, offer suggestions, and watch them fall into lively discussions and give advice for themselves. However, he just maintained a cold expression and took two steps back.

Where he was originally standing, a layer of ink was already spread on the patterned stone bricks. Countless squirming things like tentacles, with a little starlight squirming and extending out in the ink, establishing a connection with more shadows emerging in the surrounding air, dancing as if they wanted to catch something.

"I won't bother you to do more," Rosetta said in a cold tone. "It's better to dream in a dream."

The dark tentacles with a little starlight instantly accelerated their dancing speed, as if they were in a rage. The portraits who had a gentle conversation with Rosetta and enthusiastically provided help instantly glared at once, their eyes were covered with blood, their faces became ferocious at the same time, and their voices were full of anger and their voices were reprimanding:

"You damn it! We want to help you so hard!"

"We are full of good intentions, but you are only suspicious - you are destined to be an unkind and unrighteous tyrant, a foolish king who betrayed his ancestors' teachings!"

"You will be despised by your subjects. All you bring to this empire is depravity, and its way out is destruction!"

"Come back, return to your family, return to your father and grandfather, we are the only ones who are your real family, see yourself clearly!"

The rebukes became more and more high, gradually mixed together, and gradually became muddy and harsh whispers and harsh whispers that humans could not understand. Rosetta Augustus just frowned and retreated step by step. More and more tentacles appeared in the air around him, as if they wanted to tie him to this place madly. However, those tentacles disappeared on their own before they touched Rosetta, and turned into dust that disappeared, just like things in dreams that could not harm the living people in the real world.

But Rosetta himself knew that as long as he had a slight hesitation, a slight weakness and compromise, these tentacles would not be so "harmless".

He finally retreated to the door, retreating to places that were beyond the reach of the portraits.

“I believe your help is sincere – but it would be even better if you didn’t want me to ‘family reunite’ with you.”

After leaving a sarcastic sentence, he decisively left the room.

The door in the dream closed, completely blocking the chaotic and crazy whispers in the room on the other side of the door.

Rosetta walked along the corridor when he came to the palace toward the outer area.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the hanging portraits came alive. The Augustus from the past two hundred years appeared on the portraits one by one, yelling all kinds of loud curses or making strange whispers to Rosetta passing through the corridor. The dusk glory from outside the window swayed uneasy, as if the entire palace had come alive and full of anger.

But in the end, nothing could hurt Rosetta, who firmly rejected the nightmare, and the ruler of Tifon quickly left the most dangerous corridors and left the places where the portrait could be watched.

In the relatively "normal" long hall, those whispering low voices everywhere seemed much more friendly and friendly at this moment.

Deep in the palace, a sigh of vague sigh came into Rosetta's ears, with helplessness in his sigh.

That was the source of this curse, the sigh from the real owner of the palace.

For Rosetta, the best response to the master of this voice is to not respond to Him.

The dusk light from outside the palace shone into the hall through the high glass windows, casting light golden grilles in the hall. Compared with the moment before, these brilliances no longer shake.

Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief, ready to leave the hall and return to the outer area of ​​the palace.

But suddenly, his steps stopped, his eyes fell on a door on the side of the hall. The handle of the door turned a little, and then slowly pushed open a gap.

Rosetta's spirit became tense for a moment.

In this palace, each door means a danger of varying degrees, and those who actively push the door open often have the most complete malice.

But this is not necessarily the case. Sometimes the dreams of members of the Augustus family will be connected. At that time, the door will appear...

A figure wearing a black complex palace dress with soft black hair, and a golden chain adorned between her hair pushed open the door and appeared in front of Rosetta Augustus.

The ruler of Tifon breathed a sigh of relief with the naked eye.

"Father?" Matilda was also obviously nervous for a moment when she saw the figure in the hall, but after confirming that it was Rosetta's face, she breathed a sigh of relief - the still alive family members would not become evil spirits in the palace, "Are you... dreaming?"

"It seems that I was dreaming at the same time as you," although Rosetta relaxed a little, but still looked majestic when facing his daughter. "It's already midnight here."

"I'm in the Cecil capital, and I'm just asleep. It's still some time before midnight," said Matilda. "What have you done here? I just felt that the palace suddenly became...extremely restless."

“I went to the deepest point and asked some questions,” Rosetta said briefly, “they should be very angry now.”

“…Is it in danger?”

"Of course, there is no safety here."

As soon as Rosetta finished speaking, a sharp scream suddenly came from the corridor leading to the deep area of ​​the palace. The scream seemed to stir up the mind, making people feel drowsy for a moment, and also making the whispers in the hall quiet for a short time.

But soon, the scream disappeared and everything returned to normal.

"...it's your brother," Rosetta broke the silence after a few seconds of silence. "He is the 'newest one' here, and his voice occasionally penetrates the barriers in the corridor and affects this side."

Matilda took a breath and couldn't help but whisper: "Brother..."

"He has left and become part of this palace," said Rosetta seriously and seriously. "Matilda, always remember, remember the boundaries between you and this palace, even if there are your brothers, your grandfathers, your uncles and aunts here, you must remember that they have all left, they have become 'them', the spirits full of maliciousness, the dangers that always want to drag you into the deepest part.

"You can only be safe with all this in mind and live safely for some time in the future, after I also became a part of this palace."

Matilda lowered her head: "...I will remember it, Father."

Rosetta's expression soothed a little, and he nodded: "Since we've met here, let's talk about your experiences.

"What kind of place is Cecil in your eyes?"
Chapter completed!