The White Castle

After entering the Red Swamp Wizard Academy, even the fierce beasts pulling the carriages became scared. They slowed down and lowered their voices as if overawed by the strange atmosphere here.

Finally, all the carriages stopped in the small square in front of the white castle. Sitting next to the wagon driver, Raymon found that his clothes were soaked in thick fog and icy against his body, very uncomfortable.

Strangely, after entering this building complex, Raymon did not see any living things in the thick fog. The deathly silence made his palpitations even more intense.

The carriage carrying Margaret stopped directly at the gate of the white castle. Margaret, wrapped in a crimson robe, walked in quickly after getting off the carriage.

Following the knock on the carriage by the wagon driver, the teenagers who got off the carriage one after another also got out of the beast car. Each had an indescribable expression, observing the white castle in front.

As Raymon was about to get off, he suddenly heard the clatter of hooves. Following that, a horse ran out of the sparse red fog.

But the moment Raymon saw this horse, his breath stopped instantly because this horse with a light pace had no flesh at all, only the white skeleton. Only two faint red lights were flashing in the original position of the skull and eyes.

As if sensing Raymon's gaze, the skeletal horse turned its skull to the right, facing Raymon.

A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in Raymon's ear, "Newcomer?"

With a dry throat, numb scalp, and narrowed eyes, Raymon was also scared by this skeletal horse.

As if inspecting Raymon, this skeletal horse glanced at Raymon for a moment, then seemed to lose interest. It lifted its leg toward the other carriages. Soon screams of terror rang out from place to place in the square.

"Ignore that horse!" Margaret, who had gone and returned quickly, appeared at the castle gate. She shouted at the panicked teenagers scared by the skeletal horse, "Come here to get the number plate, then gather in the hall!"

Margaret's words made the teenagers move. They fled and avoided the skeletal horse, running into the castle gate quickly.

Raymon ran in front of the others. When entering the castle gate, he took a palm-sized wooden plate from Margaret's hand.

After everyone took the number plate from Margaret's hand, Margaret turned and entered the castle without even looking at the skeletal horse standing at the gate.

As if angered by Margaret's indifference, the skeletal horse stood at the castle gate, angrily cursing in ancient Gothic, with obscene and vulgar language.

The wizard Margaret standing in the middle of the hall was trembling with anger from the cursing of the skeletal horse. Then the angry Margaret took off her robe and threw it on the sofa in the hall, revealing her terrifying neck and lower jaw.

By now, the frightened teenagers had gathered in the dark hall behind Margaret.

After looking around, Raymon's eyes fell on the fireplace in the corner, where the burning flames were raging. The temperature in the hall also caused the rising water vapor from everyone to spread out, making Raymon's vision blurry.

Finally, the enraged Margaret could no longer tolerate the cursing of the skeletal horse. She shouted at the person sitting in the corner, "I swear if you don't stop this dead horse, I will disassemble it again!"

The person lying in front of the fireplace slowly turned around. The teenagers who had already been scared by the skeletal horse were immediately frightened even more severely. The delicate girl in white robes standing next to Raymon immediately collapsed to the ground, fainting from fright.

Rebecca, who had always followed Raymon, also trembled and hid behind him, clutching the corner of Raymon's clothes tightly.

Raymon narrowed his eyes in fear because the old woman who turned around was terrifying.

The withered and elongated face was full of wrinkles. The left cheek was an old woman, but the right was muscular tissue without skin, blue blood vessels, black meridians, and bright red muscle tissue. As the old woman spoke, the muscles on her cheek twitched.

"Hehehe, it turns out that little Margaret brought the children back," her body swayed comfortably on the recliner, and she held a black cat in her hands. "Don't mind. This dead horse is not the first time. It will go back soon!"

As the old woman spoke, the cursing sound of the skeletal horse outside the door disappeared instantly, followed by the crisp sound of horseshoes gradually going away. Only the crackling sound from the fireplace remained in the ears.

Not until the sound of horseshoes completely disappeared did Margaret, standing in the middle of the hall, take a deep breath again. Then she turned to instruct the teenagers standing in the hall that the old woman Suzie was the administrator of this castle. She would arrange their rooms. She would come over tomorrow morning to arrange other matters.

After speaking, Margaret, still angry, walked directly through the hall and left the castle.

In the dead silent hall, no one dared to speak. An indescribable palpitation made even Raymon a little confused.

The crackling sound of the bursting wood and the squeaking sound of the rocking chair spread an eerie atmosphere in the hall. Finally, a younger little girl could no longer bear the dull eeriness and began sobbing.

"Oh, oh, I almost forgot to arrange your rooms," the old woman Suzie lying on the rocking chair finally woke up. She patted the black cat curled up in her arms. "Go arrange their rooms."

The black cat held in the old woman Suzie's arms had glossy black fur. It was a little impatient to get up from the old woman Suzie's arms, making a low whimper.

Following that, rustling sounds emerged from all around the hall. More than ten kittens ran out of the surrounding rooms and entered Raymon's sight.

These newly emerged kittens were small, but each of their four paws was pure white.

"Children, take them to the rooms," the old cat murmured in ancient Gothic. Then the cat, which made people's hair stand on end, curled up again and lay on the old woman Suzie's arms.

Raymon, chilled all over, saw a little black cat running to his feet. It raised its head to sniff, then walked elegantly upstairs.

Following it, Raymon was soon brought to the third floor. The little black cat leading the way knocked on the door and then ran away quickly.

The wooden plate caught in Raymon's hand was faintly hot. Following that, the door opened automatically...