Why it never ends

Chapter 286 Waiting
"Calm down, Viscount," Hesta said softly, "It was with this in mind that I brought you here myself... Do you know how much Roger suffered to sneak into Roon Palace?"

Tanglar choked and said suspiciously, "...he sneaked in here? Why did he sneak in here?"

Hesta didn't answer, she just handed over the jug at her waist, Tanglar took it and sniffed it, smelling the scent of wine, he tilted his head back as if he had been pardoned, and drank half of the jug on the spot.

"Come with me, when you get to the place, you will naturally know."

After dropping these words, Hesta walked straight forward.

Tanglar was on the spot, he looked around the gloomy dark corridor in fear, "Wait for me!"

……

Walking in the palace in the middle of the night, Tanglar always felt uneasy, and everything around him felt familiar—the statues on both sides of the corridor, the painted paintings on the ceiling, and the dusty and complicated texture of the marble tiles on the floor...all the details , all reminded him of the luxury and luxury in the Golden Crow Palace in the past.

That's right, the Golden Crow Palace is a palace built in imitation of the Roang Palace, of course they will be similar...

Memories of the past began to wake up chaotically, Tanglar shuddered again, he suddenly remembered that he had indeed been here before.

It was a twelve-day carnival, a complete indulgence, and they lit two thousand white candles on the sunken dance floor, temporarily restoring the decaying old palace to its former glory.At that time, they lit incense all night, and the misty aroma from the far east was everywhere. They couldn't tell the difference between day and night, shed the shell of civilization, and everything was unrestricted.

Lots of young flesh, curvaceous curves, some fresh severed limbs, and screams that filled him with terror but exhilarated him...

A gust of wind blew from a distant place, awakening Tanglar from his memories. His forehead was already covered with fine sweat, so every gust of cold wind was extraordinarily cold.

Seeing the door getting closer and closer in the distance, he stopped instinctively, "This...here is..."

"Sink the dance floor," Hesta replied.

"I don't want to go there, let Luo Jie come out, I...I'll wait for him here."

"That can't be done." Hesta took out a folding gas lamp from her coat. She took Tanglar's hand and put the lamp in his palm. "He's waiting for you in the center of the dance floor. You have to go by yourself."

"...you're not lying to me, are you?" Tanglar said with difficulty, "Roger...is he really inside?"

"Don't you know if you go and have a look?"

Tanglar still had a lot to ask, but his throat seemed to be stuck with glue.

The instruction given by Eureka was very clear, and he vaguely felt that it seemed a little dangerous, but he didn't dare to refuse rashly.

With Tanglar's push, a gap appeared in the door leading to the dance floor, and a beam of light fell from the dome, like a moonlight cage, illuminating Tanglar's figure.

Tanglar breathed a sigh of relief—in the center of this dilapidated and dirty dance floor, there was indeed a person sitting on a chair, with his back facing the door, and his figure was indeed Roger.

Tanglar turned on the knob of the gas lamp, and a faint flame lit up from his hand.He walked down step by step, and after about six or seven steps, a pungent stench poured into his nostrils.

"... Villefort shouldn't have kept this place locked up," Tanglar muttered dissatisfiedly, "No one has cleaned it all the time, who knows what stray cats and dogs died inside..."

His footsteps and whispers echoed across the empty dance floor, but neither Roger in front nor Eureka behind him echoed him.

Tanglar coughed a few times with all his strength—the dryness in his throat was getting heavier and heavier, and he could only make a few breath sounds.

Danglar felt his hands and feet were trembling, he didn't know whether it was out of fear or the exhaustion of the whole day, he just felt that the place he was in at this moment was not the real world.

If this is a nightmare, he hopes to wake up soon.

Finally, Tanglar finished walking all the stone steps. In the dim light, he also saw the mottled stains on the ground, but at this moment he had no energy to pay attention to these insignificant details.

"Roger, what the hell are you up to..."

Tanglar tremblingly grabbed Roger's shoulder, but he directly touched the wet skeleton—the man who had been sitting with his back to him fell crookedly to the other side, making a dull crashing sound.

Tanglar was almost ashamed of his fear. He couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground, staring straight at the human-like creature in front of him—half of its face had been shaved off a lot of flesh, and under its clothes, The same is probably true of my body.

The monster on the ground twitched its muscles, and Tanglar kicked his legs back—this thing is not dead! !
However, the monster soon stopped moving.Danglar looked at it for a while, and found that the exposed flesh and blood were covered with a transparent film, and a dozen thin hoses extended from various parts of its body, leading to a machine behind it.

Tanglar fell into a daze, and after a long time, he murmured in a low voice: "Roger...?"

"That's right, it's Roger, did you finally recognize it?"

Eureka's voice came from a distance, and Tanglar's face twisted instantly.

In great fear, Tanglar turned his head slowly. Eureka was still standing on the top of the sunken dance floor. In the silver-blue moonlight cage, she took off her black wig, and her fiery red hair fell into the sky. In Tanglar's suddenly dilated pupils——

In an instant, he finally understood everything.

"He... Star..."

Hesta laughed and walked briskly down the steps.

Every step of her footsteps was like the bell of death. Danglar wanted to stand up, but his limp hands and feet could no longer support his fat body.

"This morning, you asked me if I had waited hard for something." Hesta adjusted the edge of the glove on his wrist. "I have indeed waited. For example, I have waited for a long time for this moment."

"Don't...don't come here..." Tanglar was so angry that he was crying, shaking his head in vain, "please..."

"But this kind of waiting is actually nothing, because I know that I will be able to wait sooner or later. As I said in the morning, as long as the result is good, the hardships and sufferings of the process... will become good memories."

Hesta went up to Danglars.

"Do you know which kind of waiting is the hardest?"

Tanglar still wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only a lot of saliva and white foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Hesta sighed softly and squatted down.

"It's a daughter, waiting for her mother."

(End of this chapter)