usatvline Chapter 409 Melody Villa (Part 5)
Chapter 409 Melody Villa (Part 5)
"Haha." The archer laughed twice, and then her mouth was covered by the Night Watchman.
"Stop messing around, we're leaving first." The night watchman picked up the archer and ran away, not daring to look back.
[Philanthropist: When you have a Sheniu relative.]
[Lawyer: Speaking of which, is it really okay for us all to be crammed into the room?]
[Ms. Farrow: That's fine. When the time comes, take Conan and the others to a normal room first. Be careful not to let Conan run around.]
[Photographer: I've installed a lot of secret passages in the villa. Our rooms are interconnected, but Conan's room isn't.]
[Mechanic: So, is Miss Alice planning to show up this time?]
[Reporter: I will come.]
[Novelist: Great, I can now stay home and relax and watch the show.]
[Explorer: You rest while we perform. I feel like you're taking all the benefits.]
[Novelist: I've been working so hard on this script, can't I take a break now?]
[Entomologist: Okay, let him stay at home. Since he's not here, we can do whatever we want with him.]
[Composer: That makes sense. I'm going to start writing a little script.]
[novelist:???]
Lucky glanced at the fast-running Night Watchman and sighed, "As expected of a grandfather and grandson, both are impatient."
The grocer took this well. "Haha, how about I take a few of you in first? The rooms allocated to non-staff members are separate from those for the code members. Also, please remember to change into the clothes we provided when you're in the room."
Toru Amuro immediately stared at Shuichi Akai: Little guy, you can't run away this time!
Shuichi Akai: Now that we are here, let’s make the best of it.
The grocer led the three people into the villa. Conan carefully observed the villa. The style was different from Melody's mansion. Unlike the magnificent and artistic Melody's mansion, this villa gave people a feeling of "Snowstorm Villa".
Dim lighting, cold decoration, old bookcases, Conan even saw that some windows were nailed shut with boards.
"Is this really the place Melody chose? It doesn't seem to match her temperament at all," Conan complained, while also trying to strike up a conversation with the grocer. "Grandma Valentina, is this villa owned by Melody?"
"Oh, I don't know. Although Mr. Joseph is the organizer of this gathering, that doesn't mean he has full authority over all matters related to the event." The grocer led the way, carrying a scale and a candlestick. "I haven't been at the manor long, but as a supervisor, I know Miss Ivy. She once defeated Mr. Eli, the head of the survivors' logistics team."
"Ms. Ivy, are you so strong?" Conan asked curiously. He knew the prophet's strength. Although the prophet had the problem of physical exhaustion, his prophetic ability should be able to predict the opponent's actions to some extent. In this case, it would not be easy for the opponent to win.
"Don't look directly at Miss Ivy's face. This is advice I've heard from other survivors, and I think it applies to you too."
[Knight: The roaring one is completely unpredictable.]
[Forward: He roared and pulled the balloon, interrupting my shot. There was absolutely no way to counterattack.]
[Prisoner: I declare that the Yis are renamed the Yiss. If you hear the Yiss hissing sound at the beginning of the game, you basically know that this game is doomed.]
[Ruckus: Do you like my clone intercepting and instantly getting three colors?]
[Antique Dealer: Back off! Back off! Back off!]
[Photographer: A VIP guest in the small black room!]
[Noise: Don't ban me! I want to play!]
Shuichi Akai thought about the grocer's words: Since he can't look directly at the face, his vision will inevitably be limited when fighting against this supervisor. I'm afraid the prophet's ability is related to his field of vision. As a prophet, the more things he "sees", the easier it is for him to be targeted by this supervisor.
The grocer suddenly stopped walking and paid his respects to the Lord in Yellow as he walked down the corridor: "Lord in Yellow."
"Yeah." The Lord in Yellow listened to the Dream Witch's advice and chose to speak as little as possible and act mysterious.
[Lord in Yellow: Am I not mysterious enough?]
[Dream Witch: You're a nerd. You only like playing with your shell and stone back ornaments. If you actually talk to them, you'll quickly reveal your social awkwardness.]
[The Lord in Yellow: Then why don't you come and deal with these troublesome little creatures.]
[Dream Witch: You've never been nervous when fighting against the people in the manor. What's wrong with a few humans?]
[Lord in Yellow: This young human possesses cognitive pollution abilities comparable to ours!]
[Dream Witch: It seems this is the root of "science." However, this kind of cognitive pollution can be circumvented. Otherwise, how do you think I helped him gradually accept the idea that "Gods exist in this world"?]
[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): I was wondering how Conan could have so quickly accepted the fact that there were three "gods" in the manor. It turns out he was also corrupted by the reverse perception.]
[Hermit: Will this kind of thing slowly recover after we leave?]
[Dream Witch: Haha, leaving a precious memory in his heart is enough. After all, "we" all originated from those yellowed diaries, right?]
[Photographer: That's right, don't worry about these issues.]
Conan was startled at the name of the Yellow Lord. He looked at him: He resembled a "man" draped in a tattered yellow robe, carrying a wooden ring with mysterious stones and shells hanging from its back. Beneath the robe, structures resembling octopus tentacles supported him as he walked. From the sleeves of his arms, two scarlet, bandaged claws peeked. Beneath his wide hood, indescribable black tentacles wriggled, along with rolling red eyeballs.
Conan was so frightened that he couldn't breathe. "This is... the 'god' in Oletus Manor? It feels completely different from that dream witch. The oppression is so strong...
Conan accidentally stared at those moving eyeballs for a little too long, which made him feel dizzy and even a little nauseous. He felt as if his brain was being pricked by needles, which made him mentally exhausted.
"Hmm..." Conan covered his head uncomfortably.
The grocer, noticing this, quickly warned: "Don't stare into adults' eyes for too long."
The Lord in Yellow simply glanced at the three of them and then slowly walked away from the corridor.
Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai didn't pay much attention to the eyes under the hood of the Lord in Yellow. One of them was paying attention to His feet, and the other was paying attention to the decorations on His back.
After discovering that Conan had a headache because he looked into the eyes of the Yellow Lord, the two hurriedly asked about the situation.
"Could it be that your Lord is also unable to look directly into his eyes?"
"After all, he's a true god. Even his clone is terrifying enough." The grocer took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to Conan. "Take a candy. It'll make you feel better."
"Thank you." Conan took the candy, tore open the package and put it in his mouth. A cool feeling came over him, dispelling the pain in his head.