In the dead of night, the firelight gradually dimmed. The two beautiful women yawned and lay down on the soft floor mats, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
I walked to the end of the passage, opened the door, and descended the stairs into the hall.
The hall was shrouded in darkness, even darker than the hot spring area.
I had just sat down on my floor mat when suddenly I heard a faint sound. Could it be a thief? I walked in the direction of the sound, using the pillars to conceal myself. After passing each pillar, I would first hide behind it, check for danger, and then emerge and sneak to the next one.
After passing several pillars in succession, I saw a figure. He was sitting upright beneath the statue of the elf with goat horns. It was him...
When did Yalunde come to the hall? And his expression was so strange.
He was looking up at the statue, a faint smile on his lips, and a strange, eerie and cold light in his eyes.
I quietly walked to the nearest pillar to him. Suddenly, he turned his face and said coldly, "What are you sneaking around for?"
"Well... I thought it was a thief," I stammered. He turned his face away and ignored me.
I stepped out from behind the pillar and stood in front of him. After a moment of hesitation, I sat down and asked, "What are you doing here alone?"
He didn't answer me, his eyes still fixed on the statue above.
"Why are you always staring at it?" I also looked up at the mysterious elf statue with goat horns. It had a pair of thin, sharp claws raised high, looking fierce. In the firelight, it gave off a faintly eerie feeling.
"This is a famous statue of an evil elf," his voice was so magnificent and bewitching. "Are you afraid?"
Before I could answer, he suddenly remembered something, and a coldness flashed in his eyes. He said, "Didn't I remind you? Don't sit in front of me. You don't have the right."
Hmph, so what? I quickly got up from the ground and turned to trot back to my floor mat.
"You have your good points," his voice came slowly, full of a cold and sinister tone. "You are obedient and somewhat knowledgeable. It's a pity that you are just a menial maid. I don't have any interest in you."
A surge of anger rose from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, making me feel suffocated. I suppressed my anger and said as calmly as possible, "Don't worry. I have no designs on you. I'm only after the money. Money is much more reliable than men."
This strangely sinister-looking man must be a ruthless killer. I really don't have any interest in him.
Lying on the floor mat, I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, ignored him, and soon fell asleep.