Chapter 201: 197 Walking Into a Trap

The blizzard that had lasted for two nights finally stopped, and Kelake's mood was as clean and clear as the sunny sky.

Taking Milaier's hand, Kelake hurried toward the secret door closest to the Castle's main gate.

"Although... it's a bit... inappropriate, but... should we take a few pieces of clothing?" Milaier was probably unable to bear the cold anymore and couldn't help but ask.

Kelake's limbs were also shaking violently; it was truly too cold inside the secret passage. After standing in place and thinking for two seconds, he decisively surrendered, "Alright, then... let's go back and get a few more clothes."

In fact, when Kelake had visited Walunte's room, he had already changed into a set of warm clothes from the other's room. It was just that during the time he stayed in the secret passage, he had shared his clothes with Milaier. He just hadn't expected that the inside of the secret passage was not only as cold as a refrigerator but also unexpectedly damp. After some time had passed, the clothes on him and Milaier were already like lumps of ice; when they moved, the clothes would make a *crack-crack* sound, as if they were covered in shards of glass.

Considering that they didn't know how long they would have to walk to reach a safe place after escaping the Castle, changing into clean, warm clothes was a risk they had to take.

So, which room should they go to?

Kelake chose Bluebeard the Count's room without hesitation. The clothes of a high-ranking noble were undoubtedly the best in this Castle. When he was searching Bluebeard the Count's room, he had seen more than one exquisite, precious, and warm animal fur coat, as well as many base layers woven from high-quality fabrics. These clothes were far better than the ones in his and Milaier's room.

Seeing Kelake's route, Milaier slowly understood Kelake's idea. Although she was shivering from the cold, a hint of excitement appeared on her face, just like a young girl playing a prank for the first time.

Very luckily, Kelake and Milaier returned to Bluebeard the Count's room with their hearts in their mouths, prepared to be discovered by the fused monster at any moment, yet they never encountered them; Walunte and Hela seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Even so, Kelake still dared not lower his guard. Stuttering, he grabbed a few sets of clothes and changed right there on the spot. Milaier shyly picked up the sets she had chosen and hid behind a bookshelf to change.

"Oh..." A sound came from Milaier's side while she was changing.

"What's wrong? Hiss..." Kelake immediately turned his head to ask with concern. The moment he turned around, he suddenly felt his back itching and aching. He found a reflective spot in the room and took a look, only to discover that a frostbite sore had grown on his shoulder blade.

Milaier was also enduring pain on her side; the rustling sound of dressing came from behind the bookshelf, "It's nothing... just a sore on my back."

"Is that so? What a coincidence, me too..." Kelake thought that it might have happened when the two of them were pressed together against the icy wall while in the secret passage. Afterward, he noticed Milaier's figure appearing in the reflective mirror in the room; feeling a bit hot-headed, he awkwardly turned his back.

However, he still saw a little bit: an abrupt frostbite sore on her left shoulder blade ruined her flawless, moving body. And unlike her pure and lovely appearance, a gorgeous sequin was embedded in Milaier's navel, which seemed to be a precious gem.

Kelake only knew that there were ethnic women in some regions of the world who had the custom of embedding gems and Gold Treasure in their navels. The west coast of his hometown, New York, was a global immigrant city. He had been fortunate enough to see women who inherited this ethnic tradition combined with modern popular styles; their stomachs were just as beautiful as Milaier's.

It was just that he was still very curious: wouldn't it hurt to do that?

His thoughts were wandering, but Kelake did not slow down his dressing speed. He was soon dressed. Milaier was a bit slower on her side; after all, she was a thin woman wearing the clothes of a fat man, so it was a bit troublesome to organize, but fortunately, Milaier was quite nimble.

"Are you still cold now?" Although Kelake couldn't help but smile at her appearance, which now looked like a bloated cat, he still asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Milaier puffed out her cheeks and gave Kelake a small glare, likely having seen the smile in the depths of his eyes.

Returning to the secret passage once more, Kelake and Milaier headed straight for the secret door closest to the exit this time, with nothing but the sound of their panting as they ran.

They moved very quickly and reached that secret door in less than ten minutes.

Likewise, before opening the door this time, Kelake pressed his ear to the wall, wanting to listen to see if there was any sound of that fused monster, and whether they were nearby.

"It seems they aren't there." Milaier was also listening to the wall; she didn't hear any movement.

"Alright then, I'll count to three, and we'll go out together, walking quietly," Kelake said.

Kelake gave a look, then counted in a low voice.

Three... two... one... go!

Kelake and Milaier pushed with all their might, opened the secret door, and stepped out quickly, arriving at the stairs in front of the Castle's main gate in the blink of an eye.

Although the stairs were only a short distance of ten-plus meters from the main gate, the two of them felt as if they had gone through an intense hundred-meter dash by the time they reached the Castle's main gate, covered in sweat.

We're going out! We're going out!

Kelake's heart surged, and he pushed open the main gate of the Castle with Milaier.

*Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap... * Rapid footsteps sounded from behind. The moment he pushed the door open a crack, Kelake's heart had already gone cold.

*Creak... *

The door was pushed open with force, yet what greeted them was not the warm sunlight, but a huge shadow under the sun.

They saw Butler Walunte and Miss Hela, whom they hadn't seen for some time. They had fused even more thoroughly, so thoroughly that one couldn't even tell which part of the body was which. They were bloated like a flesh-worm with thin, long limbs, only they had two faces.

Butler Walunte and Miss Hela grinned with evil, ferocious smiles at the terrified Kelake and Milaier. They seemed to have long expected that they would appear here and had been waiting for a long time.

"Hehehe, waited for you for a long time; you finally came." Walunte laughed sinisterly, his eyes full of mockery. "You didn't think I didn't know there was a secret passage in the Castle, did you?" As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, opening it to reveal a blood-stained gold key. At this moment, the key was fused with the bone in his palm, as if it had grown into one piece.

If only Bluebeard the Count knew about the secret passage, then what Walunte held must be the memory object that carried Bluebeard the Count's memories.

"We wanted to see when you would crawl out of here like rats, so we just stood here waiting, waiting for you to come out," Hela laughed strangely. She stretched her face, and her face split from her swollen body into a neck like a snake's body, bringing her head close to the two of them, surrounding Kelake and Milaier in a circle.