A warm light flashed in Cynthia's eyes.

  She certainly can't waste this rare reward.

  Cynthia reached out and pulled open the curtain in the carriage, revealing a white and beautiful face under everyone's gaze.

  Daniel, who was naturally guarding the city, wouldn't miss this scene either.

  He still sported a head of curly sheep's wool, his freckled face inadvertently met Cynthia's inside the carriage, the smile at the corner of his lips stiffened, and incredulity spread in his eyes.

  Until her luxurious carriage entered the city, Daniel's smile could no longer be maintained and began to collapse.

  Nor does he know how much regret he has now.

  Cynthia sat at the end of the carriage, with a faint smile on her face, looking at this area of the city with a sarcastic attitude.

  The carriage moved quickly, leaving the bustling city behind, its wheels rolling along a cobblestone-paved road.

  Both sides are dense forests, maple trees, cypress trees, and some trees that Xinsiya can't name, wrapping the entire road like a copper wall and iron wall.

  Some ferns and mosses have grown up onto the highway.

  The outside view is a bit different from the imagined ancient castle, at least compared to the diverse colors and exquisite architecture of Rydania, it's a bit rough.

  Cynthia stared at the scenery outside the window, inexplicably having a feeling of returning to the primeval forest, until the castle buildings appeared in front.

  It really covers a large area, towering and standing at the top of Pits Mountain.

  She pressed her hand against the windowpane, narrowing her eyes as she gazed out at the castle that sprawled over who-knew-how-many acres, a completely stone structure in a Gothic Revival style, like something Count Dracula would live in.

  Standing on the large balcony at the top of the ancient castle, you can overlook the entire DC area.

  Anthony drove the carriage to a stop at the castle gate, jumped down and opened the door proudly facing Cynthia: "Any land you see in the castle is Lord Kayus'."

  Cynthia pulled at the corner of her mouth, lifted up her skirt and bent down to get off the car, "He's really rich."

  "Of course, in Taurulia you won't find a second person as rich as him." Anton said with pride.

  "Is Kayus inside?" Cynthia stared at him and asked.

  "The grown-ups will come over later, and I'll also send the furniture over later." Anthony pointed to a certain part of the castle, "Go through the corridor into the gate, until you see no glass windows, go downstairs, there's a gift from the grown-ups for you, I guess it's an apology."

  "Of course, that's just my guess." Anthony playfully winked at Cynthia with a sly glint in his eyes, which were identical to Khaos' red eyes.

  Gift?

  What gift needs to be placed underground?

  Her intuition told her that it was definitely not something that would bring her joy.

  "I understand." Cynthia waved goodbye to Anthony as he drove his carriage away.

  She lifted her skirt and walked into the castle.

  Behind the wall is a long corridor, with classical stone pillars on both sides, and the wetness after the rain plays a perfect role here.

  She walked to the end and pushed open that huge, tall, black solid wood door. Due to long-term uninhabited, the smell coming out from the gap of the door with airflow was very stiff and strange.

  This is indeed Kayus's property, but it was recently activated for her.

  Cynthia could only come to this conclusion, as for why he didn't take her directly to the ancient castle in the Eternal Night Forest, it was still unknown, but now she could boldly guess if it was for her safety.

  She swept across the threshold with her skirt, and inside it was pitch black, but in the instant the door closed, all the wall lamps in the castle lit up automatically.

  The dim light exudes an eerie atmosphere.

  He reminded her of Kyrios, who slept in a coffin in his bedroom and Cynthia thought it was normal. He was only different from those cruel vampires by a pair of fangs and the desire to suck blood.

  The surroundings illuminated by the oil lamp actually have many arched and domed glass windows, but they are all covered with red velvet.

  The stone window with a cold tone is equipped with bright red curtains, giving an inexplicable feeling.

  Anthony said walk to where there are no windows, down below is her gift.

  But Cynthia didn't expect that gift, nor did she have the desire to open it quickly. Instead, she walked over to those windows and pulled open all the curtains one by one.

  Although gloomy, the part of the light that came in still gave Cynthia a sense of security.

  She walked while opening all the windows.

  What surprised her was that although it had been uninhabited for a long time, the place was spotless and dust-free. The light that came in could not see any dust floating in the shadows.

  Cynthia walked up the stairs and went upstairs.

  It's too big and too empty, with nothing in the straight corridors.

  There isn't a single piece of furniture, not even a rug, just cold stone everywhere.

  She walked directly to the top floor and opened the door here, which was a very wide large rooftop.

  Cynthia stepped out onto the patio and just as she had imagined, this stone castle put all of Pitts Mountain at her feet, with a view that stretched to the DC border.

  Did Kaylus also stand here and gaze out at his property?

  Her fingers touched the cool stone balustrade, and then she dismissed the thought, guessing that he had never lived in this castle since the beginning.

  The sky outside the window gradually darkened and was slowly swallowed up by night.

  The castle was like a wild beast lurking in the darkness, ready to swallow Cynthia into its belly at any moment.

  She didn't like waiting alone in such a desolate and cold place, as if she had been abandoned.

  Kairos has arrived.

  She lifted her skirt and stepped out of the veranda, walking slowly down.

  It's time to unwrap your own gift.

  There were scenes of execution grounds and vampires being hanged, Cynthia felt that her mental endurance should have increased a lot.

  She began to wonder what kind of gift he had prepared for himself as an atonement.

  Took a lamp down from the wall and passed by the last glass window, walked down to the underground.

  The drainage system here doesn't seem to be very good, compared to the dryness upstairs, the stone steps at the bottom are wet and misty with a layer of water vapor, plus the dim yellow light and the long shadows, it has a kind of horror movie scene feel.

  Cynthia's fear at this time far exceeded her expectation of unwrapping gifts.

  She also doesn't know what this damn Kairos is doing sending a gift and still trying to fill the atmosphere with this terrible value.

  The revolving staircase finally stopped going down.

  There was only one door that wasn't tightly closed, and she could easily push it open.

  Cynthia held a lantern in one hand and slowly placed her other hand on the handle, the wooden door creaked open.