The towering Gothic castle stands on the edge of Yren City. This kind of retro design can no longer be seen in the urban area. Moreover, such a group of buildings that rely on each other covers an area that is too huge. It is not affordable for ordinary people to build it in the center of the city.

It's worth it.

After all, this is just Veronica's temporary residence, and the prince thinks there is no need to make it too conspicuous.

The main activity areas of the castle, including the girls' bedrooms, are equipped with electric lights, but some areas still retain the original lighting methods of candlelight and oil lamps.

The old woman lowered her body:

"Master, this is a book that His Highness the Prince wrote specifically for you to read."

Veronica frowned:

"The Withering of Life, Florrie's Research Report on Modern Diseases, what are they? Dad, can't he choose some more artistic books?"

The old woman leaned down again, almost touching the ground.

The old woman's aged face, which could not be seen by her master, was filled with fear, as if she was afraid that the slender and beautiful girl would tear her apart like an evil ghost.

"Master, this, this is Lord Gawain's order." The old woman explained carefully.

Veronica sighed and took the book from her trembling hands:

"It's true. I asked him to read more about Hwendelenger's works before, but I don't know if he listened. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Eileen in a long time. Are you new here? I think I used to

I’ve never seen you before, what’s your name?”

The old woman said bitterly:

"Yes, Master, I am new here. The name is not important. We are all your humble servants."

Veronica was not surprised by her answer. She returned to the table and picked up a letter and handed it to her:

"This is a reply to my father. Why is he so busy all the time? I can understand that my father must be very busy as a prince, but how long has it been since we last met? Ten years? Fifteen years?"

Veronica was like a girl complaining about her father coming home late, but what she said would inevitably sound abnormal to ordinary people's ears, but to the ears of an old woman, it could only make her tremble slightly again.

She didn't even dare to tremble too violently. Once Veronica realized that the reason for her trembling was fear rather than physical age, her end would not be good.

Veronica knew that there was no use in talking to these servants. Her father and mother had told her that she was the future Grand Duchess and that she needed to work hard to study books that would allow her to maintain her aristocratic demeanor, and she could not communicate with civilians casually.

In fact, talking so much with Mr. Hewen before was a bit over the line, but she found that since she became an adult, the people around her have become much less restrained, and no longer use prohibitions to control her tightly, even when she went to Allen University.

She worked hard to claim the "privilege".

She returned to her desk and picked up a biography recording the adventure stories of Professor Hewen - at least she read it as an adventure biography.

Veronica sat noble and lonely, reading interesting stories. Every time she saw these words, she would feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if Professor Hewen was whispering these stories in her ears.

When Veronica saw Mr. Hewen with her own eyes, she found that there was a big gap between his image and the storyteller. In her fantasy, Hewendrenger should be an extremely handsome blond man.

The discrepancy between fantasy and reality is extremely normal.

To her surprise, Professor Hewen's voice was exactly the same as the voice that sounded in her mind when she was reading.

"This is the seventh day of observing the Tukatsa tribe. The young people in the tribe are eager for a civilized society, but the elders prevent anyone from leaving the tribe.

"If they want to go to the civilized world, they must pass seven levels of tests. About half of the people will give up before the third level of test, a quarter of the people will die in the fourth level of test, and about half of the remaining people will die in the sixth level of test.

Stop halfway through the first layer of the test, and the rest will die here, except for the one who brought them the dream of civilization..."

Hevendrenger's voice sounded softly in her ears, gentle and kind, making Veronica feel more like a father than Prince Gawain.

Veronica suddenly turned around:

"Why don't you leave yet."

The old woman whispered:

"Without your will, I dare not retreat."

Veronica waved her hand:

"you can go now."

The old woman slowly left the room as if she had been granted amnesty.

She held the letter tightly and walked as fast as possible, but the fastest speed of this decayed body could not match the young man's stroll.

The old man recited a eulogy softly, praying softly for protection and mercy to the unworshiped gods, as if this would protect her from some unspeakable disaster.

A tall, thin old man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, his black robe completely covering him:

He stopped the old woman:

"Eileen."

The old woman quickly handed the letter to the old man:

"Butler Galanti."

The old woman knew that the letter could not even leave the castle gate and would be carefully transported to the secret room for storage by the housekeeper.

Stay safe with all other letters.

She has been working in this old castle for a long enough time, long enough that she herself cannot recognize the time correctly, and long enough for her to know many secrets that the little girl who wrote to her does not know.

Butler Galanti nodded, his withered face looked like that of a deceased person who had just crawled out of the tomb.

"Go to worship."

The old woman lowered her head piously until the housekeeper disappeared silently at the end of the corridor like a ghost.

She lowered her head and walked forward in silence, together with all the servants in this castle.

The servants gathered like a river, flowing out of the main castle from countless doors, and then rejoined and entered the auditorium next to the castle.

Everyone lined up and moved forward slowly in silence. No one took the initiative to communicate with his colleagues.

The members of this team are very interesting. They seem to range from 18-year-old young girls who have just come of age to old people who can hardly walk. Moreover, the number of people in each age group is similar, and the age distribution is very even, just like hired servants.

Guys can be picked over the same age.

They poured into the auditorium like a tide, a swarm of bees, and zombies, and even the number of people exceeded the capacity of the auditorium.

When the old woman entered the auditorium, there were not many people left in the auditorium, and she followed others towards the deep passage hidden under the trap door.

The extremely spacious underground church appeared in front of everyone. Everyone lowered their heads and waited with pious expressions on their faces.

A huge statue stood at the front of the dark hall. Under the statue was Father Galanti, who had taken off his butler's robe. He seemed to be the first to arrive here.

When the last servant entered the church, the trap door closed quietly and the green candlelight flickered.

"Praise the goddess..."
Chapter completed!