Chapter 182: Deadly Stone Sculpture
The stone sculpture carved the appearance of a harmful beast, roughly described as a membranous creature with a big belly and multiple breast pouches, pitch black all over its body. Its face had no facial features, or rather, its facial features could not be understood by humans, like a smooth convex mirror. A pair of enormous upper limbs, their length even exceeding its body length, were incredibly strong. Although the statue was not alive and could not possibly carve out even one-thousandth of the true one’s aura, it was enough to make anyone feel the coldness and rationality of this creature upon first glance.
Clark knew very well that the Shadow of All Things could not be completely carved, because human eyes could not fully observe its true complete form. It was a great being existing in the crevices between the multidimensional universe, also the sole creature and master in the multidimensional universe crevices. It ceaselessly observed and perceived the multidimensional universe in the crevices at all times, its wisdom already infinitely approaching omniscience. In terms of wisdom alone, it could be said to be only below the Transcendent of All Things.
“Why is this thing here? Could Kander be a member of the Yellow Sand Truth School?” Clark recovered from his shock and calmly pondered.
Yes, abnormal gods existing in dimensional spaces had all cast down their incarnations in this world, and the Shadow of All Things was no exception. Among them, one incarnation was relatively well-known to people: the supreme god of the Yellow Sand Truth School, the God of Yellow Sand. Before leaving the world, the God of Yellow Sand left behind a book, which was precisely the Book of Sand transformed from one of its own eyes.
Clark had just had this guess, but he quickly dismissed it, because the inner side of this white box was painted with some kind of rune similar to a restriction using special pigments, which did not resemble the pious behavior of a believer cherishing the statue of their master god.
“Does this count as unsealing it?” Clark secretly swallowed, but after holding the stone sculpture in his hand, up to now, he had not felt any discomfort.
If this stone sculpture had no influence, Kander or whoever else sealed this stone sculpture had no need to seal it up. It must have some anomaly, perhaps he was already under an influence he himself was unaware of.
In any case, better put the stone sculpture back first.
Clark was like someone who had picked up a piece of foul-smelling filth, disgusted and quickly put the stone sculpture back into the box, then slipped the box back into the book cover and returned it to the bookshelf.
After investigating a bit more in Kander’s Room, with no other discoveries, Clark proceeded to the next nearby room.
Soon, he had entered and investigated all the rooms along this corridor that could be opened.
However, there were almost none like Kander that could provide some unexpected discovery. The furnishings and items stored in their bedrooms perfectly matched their servant identities, with almost no other suspicious or superfluous things.
Clark planned to speed up the search and investigation, because he was not sure how much longer this blizzard night would last. He needed to wrap it up quickly. But just as he began investigating the room on the second floor side near the cliff, with windows, along the corridor where he lived, Clark was surprised to discover a figure climbing the stairs and immediately blew out the candle in his hand.
He hid in time, with very light movements. Clark quickly concealed himself before the other could discover him, so that the figure climbing the stairs did not see such a suspicious guest like him.
Although he had not fully seen the appearance, Clark still caught a glimpse of the outline of that figure.
About 1.7 meters tall, maid outfit, plump and attractive figure. He was certain it was not Mireille, but the cook Hera who had been teased by Bluebeard the Count at the dining table.
He vaguely heard the sound of wheels moving in the corridor. Clark immediately guessed, “This is the food cart. Could she be delivering a late-night snack to Bluebeard the Count?”
This probability was high. After all, considering Bluebeard the Count’s exaggerated build, Bluebeard the Count was absolutely irregular and indulgent in terms of diet—it was entirely possible.
At this thought, Clark had a flash of inspiration. He closely followed the residual light of the candlelight up the stairs, which gave him the perfect opportunity to find where Bluebeard the Count’s master bedroom was.
Clark kept tailing Hera until he saw her stop in front of a huge white double door, and only then did he also stop.
He saw Hera knock on the door, and from inside the room came Bluebeard the Count’s voice, excited to the point of becoming shrill: “Hehehe, come in quick, come in quick…”
In the darkness, with dim candlelight, Clark could not see Hera’s expression at this moment. He only knew that when she pushed open the door and the room’s lighting fell on her face, her smile was gorgeously beautiful, with a charming dimpled smile as she pushed the food cart into the count’s room.
She was just smiling sweetly, without any words.
Clark could imagine what would happen in the room next, but unfortunately he could not provide any help. His gaze then locked onto a small door near the count’s room. After his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could already see some things without light. He walked to that small door, glanced at the sign on it, which read Study Room.
“Study Room? If I’m not mistaken, this should be considered the side door of the study room. His main door is actually connected to the count’s room.” Clark judged and guessed based on his knowledge of house structures.
He tried turning the door handle and found that the door handle was locked, meaning he had no way to sneak into the count’s room from here.
Just as he was secretly speechless, Clark heard the sound of the food cart about to come out from the count’s room. He could only give up on sneaking into the count’s room tonight, quickly go downstairs first, then run all the way back to his own bedroom.
After returning to the bedroom, Clark finally felt sleepy. He moved the room table to block the door, took some precautions, and only then dared to lie down on the bed.
Looking at the gray hazy world outside the window, listening to the shrill sounds of the cold wind passing through the house crevices, feeling dazzled and noisy, but all of it seemed to turn into hypnotic methods, lulling Clark quickly into dreamland.
He did not know if it was already the next day. Clark had no sense of how long he had slept. His sleep was very light. After opening the pocket watch he carried, he confirmed that he had already slept until around five in the morning of the next day.
This time was already not early for him. He usually got up at this time, then did morning exercises, cleaned, washed and changed clothes, then went to work… But now, he might no longer be able to return to his once regular life.
Although it was already morning now, the world’s response was not that clear. The sky and blizzard outside were still the same as before.
“Sleep a bit more.” Clark glanced at the table and chairs blocking the door, felt a strong sense of security, and closed his weary eyes again.
He kept sleeping until he was startled awake by Mireille’s scream that pierced through the entire castle.
Bluebeard the Count was dead, smashed to death by that stone sculpture he had touched last night.
This story volume will not be very long.
