Lu Xier was walking around slowly, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a choice.
And Hitzfeld...
She found herself a little dumbfounded.
I thought it was just a formality, who could have imagined it would be like this?
For banquets and the like, girls should wear formal dresses, right?
A dress.
The kind of skirt that has a strong "Mary Sue" label.
Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable walking around wearing something like this?
But Xia Yibing was in high spirits.
She pulled the girl around, as if intending to look at every skirt.
Just as they passed a closet, Hitzfeld suddenly felt a slight stinging pain in his left eye.
Stopping, she looked towards the closet as directed and gradually locked the middle door.
"I advise you not to open it."
Charmain's voice came from behind.
"Why?" Xia Yibing asked him with interest.
"because……"
The voice became very deep.
"The contents may be cursed."
Chapter 63: Cursed Ritual Costumes
This answer surprised everyone who heard it.
Berentan... Why would a prince like you collect a cursed item here?
"Can I see it for myself?" Hitzfeld tried his best to appear calm.
She didn't want Charmain to see that she could sense what was in the cabinet.
"It's not dangerous if you just want to see it." The silver-haired old man bowed and said, "Please wait a moment, Miss."
Under his command, several maids brought a stool. One of them stepped on it with some effort, took the key handed to her from below, and unlocked the wardrobe with a click.
"what--"
This cabinet must not have been opened for a long time, as it made this kind of noise when the cabinet door was pulled outwards.
A group of people gathered below stared nervously. When the cabinet door was opened, the first thing they saw was a clothes hanger standing inside.
There was a dress hanging neatly on the hanger. It was completely different from the weird, luxurious and noble impression they had imagined. It looked gray... It would be impossible to wear it even if there was no curse.
"It's a very ordinary off-the-shoulder style." Hitzfeld heard the woman murmur beside him. "How strange, it looks like an ordinary skirt."
A normal skirt?
Looking up and looking at the skirt again, Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes and had to admit that she was right.
Even if someone who has studied fine arts has never been exposed to fashion design, she is not completely ignorant of it. She can at least tell whether a style is beautiful or ugly. In her eyes, this dress should be more classical in style - the off-shoulder design and waist-hugging design may not explain this, but if you add the thick, layered skirt like petals, it is very obvious.
The lady had also attended the banquet. Her drawing skills were in some ways not inferior to Hitzfeld's, and many of her notes were accompanied by her impromptu hand-drawn sketches, including several of her impressions of the ball scene.
Through those images, Hitzfeld learned about some of Sarah's fashion trends. Simply put, they were tending towards modernization. Women's ceremonial dresses no longer emphasized waists as much as in the past, and overall they were moving towards simplicity and plainness.
"Looks like you guys must have left it for a long time without cleaning it up." Lu Xier's tone sounded a little regretful. "The petal skirt is a style from hundreds of years ago... The design is very advanced and it doesn't look old-fashioned even today. It's just that the color is too bad... Really, too bad..."
"Maybe it's because we didn't expect anyone to touch it." Cybert also felt sorry.
After all, there are very few girls who don't like beautiful clothes. The difference is that Cybertron is a nun, so she cares less about this than ordinary people.
"I don't see what's so special about it." Pippen interrupted bravely.
If there was any way Daniel Vista could closely monitor this group of people, it would be him alone...so he could understand these people's behavior of isolating him, but he could not bear to be completely marginalized.
And he felt that he had done nothing wrong - he just didn't pledge allegiance to Villefort directly like them. Does pledging allegiance to a different person necessarily mean betrayal?
He had not passed on any secret information at all. He was even the one who delivered the information about possible problems with Ethan Doyle and the Death Tree. He felt that he deserved the credit.
"Things that look ordinary on the outside may also be deadly and dangerous." Butler Charman said softly, "I can tell you the story of this ceremonial robe for three days and three nights... but due to time constraints, I can only say briefly that anyone who touches it rashly will be burned to ashes."
“Burn to ashes…?” A group of people stared.
They were fairly well-informed and had never heard of such a curse.
Including Hitzfeld. Thanks to the fact that she had been online in her previous life, she had just been thinking darkly whether this thing was alive and could do unspeakable things to the wearer. She was also surprised to hear this explanation.
Because the reason why she noticed the cabinet was guided by her left eye, and this eye happened to be related to "fire".
The one who put it in that box was the Sun King.
The tree demon will burst into flames if it tries to touch her.
Now this ceremonial dress can also make people angry, she can't help but associate these factors together.
"Can I try it?" Carlo asked Butler Chaman with great interest.
The others immediately frowned and stared at him, with a weird expression as if to say, "I finally get to know you for the first time today."
"Carlo, that's a skirt." Torres said to him with a mischievous smile on his face, "I didn't expect you to like this style..."
"Shut up, shorty. I am considering this matter purely from the perspective of strength, understand? I don't believe there is any flame that the Gold Rank cannot resist."
"Yes." Xia Yibing interrupted him.
"I seem to have read the relevant files... There was once a famous female knight, Zedin-Charler... Unfortunately, she was burned to death at the banquet because of a cursed ceremonial dress..."
"If I remember correctly, she is a more senior Gold Rank than you."
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
Everyone turned their attention to the skirt again, with an expression of disbelief.
"Only those who touch it will be cursed?" Zafira asked Butler Chaman.
"Yes, and you have to have the intention to wear it... So they didn't pay much attention to it. As long as they locked it up, it would be just an ordinary ceremonial garment."
"So it's okay for us to touch it?"
"I advise you not to think like that... After all, it's hard to control people's thoughts. I'm just a housekeeper. I... You know, I can't bear this responsibility."
Charmain's expression was a little strange.
He seemed somewhat tempted, but in the end reason overcame curiosity and he rejected their request.
"Lock the cabinet." He ordered the maids, muttering to himself, "I have to remind His Highness to put this thing away. It's too dangerous to leave it here..."
"Why not destroy it?"
Hitzfeld asked him.
"It can't be destroyed." Charmain shook his head. "We have tried everything, whether it's stabbing with a knife or burning with fire. It's as indestructible as a divine weapon."
"That's really weird..."
While they were talking, the maid on the stool was stretching her arms to reach the cabinet door.
The cabinet door was suspended in the air, and it slid a little far when it was opened. She tried her best but still missed it, so she had to put her hand on the counter to stabilize her center of gravity so that her arm could stretch longer.
"sand……"
Just as she put her weight on the counter, she heard a slight friction sound.
Turning around, the rack on which the ceremonial robes were hung collapsed with a loud bang.
She was so scared that her face turned pale. She shrank her head and let the hanger hit her shoulders, causing the skirt on her to fly off.
"Tyr!?"
"My God!"
what's the situation?
Hearing the maids' exclamations, the people below turned their heads again.
Only Hitzfeld remained indifferent.
She had never... never felt such pain in her left eye before. It was no longer as simple as having a red-hot iron rod poked into her brain and messing around. It seemed to have transcended the physical level and was engraved deep in her soul.
So, while the others stared in amazement at the dress floating towards her, she was hunching her shoulders and turning her back to the scene, with both hands pressed hard against her eyes.
Until a light feeling enveloped her.
It was as if someone... a gentle elder hugged her from behind, and all the pain disappeared at that moment.
"Ok?"
She was stunned for a moment, loosened her hands, turned her head to look at her shoulders, it seemed like there was something draped there?
A little heavy and a little long.
She turned around, her skirt fluttering like a cape, and she found that everyone was staring at her in amazement.
Butler Charmain, in particular, looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Unbelievable... This has never happened before..."
He muttered something that was difficult for others to hear, and immediately moved closer to the girl. Just as he was about to reach out to touch the draped skirt, he immediately pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.
"Aisun." Xia Yibing was much more direct. She pulled the skirt off the girl and asked, "Do you feel...anything wrong now?"
"I'm fine." Hitzfeld finally understood what was happening.
It was that skirt...
But why me?
Could it be that the pain just now was...
Skipping these random suspicions and feeling carefully, she didn't feel that she had any tendency to spontaneously combust. The girl heaved a sigh of relief and said half-jokingly, "Maybe the curse power of this thing has been exhausted."
After all, Xia Ye touched the skirt and is still holding it.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Chapter 64: The Legend of Guarding the Duke
"Are you sure you want to choose this?"
Outside the locker room, Xia Yibing's tone was filled with uneasiness.
"determine."
A girl's voice came from inside.
A dim light shone through the curtain, perfectly projecting her graceful figure. Xia Yibing watched the shadow take off her clothes one by one, blushing and lowering her head: "...I still think there is no need to take risks."
"Mr. Charmain also said it's okay. I think you are just too nervous."
After taking off most of his clothes, Hitzfeld picked up the "cursed ceremonial uniform".
In a way, this thing chose her.
No, the stinging pain was real. It was my left eye that led me to you. This should be a two-way choice.
It had been several hours since that terrifying scene. Others had already chosen their clothes, but she... needed to wait until this skirt was ready before she could start putting it on.
After all, whether it was cursed or had some magical power, it had been left there for at least a few decades. The gray exterior needed to be wiped and cleaned. She couldn't wear a gray dress to attend the party.
"Aisun?" After waiting for a long time without hearing any other response, Xia Yibing couldn't help but speak again.
"This kind of skirt is rather complicated. Can you wear it?"
"I...uh, I don't mean anything else, I just mean that if you need help, I don't mind--"
"brush!"
The door curtain was drawn.
He turned his head reflexively and saw the woman showing a surprised expression.
