The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1134 Ch.1133 Elendira's Bizarre Adventure Part Two
What would a castle standing in a dream look like?

Besides freedom, the only thing Erendira lacked was imagination. Tonight, someone filled that void for her:
It has no feet.

Just like her.

The castle has no feet, no legs.

It was suspended above a clear lake, and she and Mr. Collins even had to travel there in a leaf-shaped boat.

Some fish-tailed friends would occasionally emerge from the lake, splashing water, to pat the wooden boat, or offer her some dark, wet grass.

Some even tricked her into bowing her head and kissing her cheek.

A cold kiss.

You have beautiful lips.

It chuckled, kissed her, then dove back into the water, splashing its tail as it swam away into the distance.

“I have a hard time making them look exactly like my friends… just bad imitations.”

Elendira lay down beside the boat, looking on with the curiosity of a child just arriving in the city: "Mr. Collins, they are so beautiful."

These girls with human bodies and fish tails had beautiful scales that shimmered in the glow of the silver moon overhead.

She carefully took the seaweed the fishman offered, and following his movements, chewed it in her mouth.

It was a little bitter, but after a while, it turned sweet.

“They always trick people into eating their seaweed, and nobody likes it except for Halida.”

Elendira was too busy to respond.

Colorful, misty lake air.

A girl in the water.

Amazing food.

The moon overhead, both near and far.

The 'ribbon' of stars—she had never seen almost any of them while she was conscious.

I couldn't even imagine it.

“Sir, this place…is wonderful.”

All praise paled in comparison. She could only utter "That's wonderful!" to describe Collins' home, while simultaneously expressing her own...

envious.

How happy the people living here must be.

"Watch your hair, miss. We're almost there," the man warned.

Because he had already seen Elendira begin to pluck out her own hair and give it to the girls by the ship who were opening their palms and asking for gifts.

"...The book says that it is normal for friends to escort each other with gifts."

Elendira was puzzled.

She has nothing, if only they liked hair…

Hair will always grow back.

…………

……

The castle was not imposing.

Castles in most novels are always like that: gloomy, cold, filled with loneliness and solemnity. It's as if from the moment you step inside, you have to adjust your face to an angle that is neither annoying nor pleasing, and at the same time, maintain it forever.

Elendilla had seen many authors describe castles in the story, but none of them used the words 'lovely' or 'gentle' to describe it.

This shouldn't even be a word used to describe architecture.

But today, for the first time, Elendira believes that those novelists are not talented enough.

This is a gentle castle.

The torches did not emphasize the eerie shadows beyond the silhouettes; the pale pink silk burned and rolled, the ashes like dust scraped from the surface of gold jewelry, falling into the corridor of the ear, plucking the strings of a harp.

Cats of various colors were dozing off on the yellow sapphire steps.

They weren't even willing to move their big butts; at most, they'd tuck their hands in, lazily glance at the new guest in the castle, twitch their noses, but quickly lose interest.

The little creature with wings landed on her shoulder and on her fluffy head.

'Ulala ulala!'

She didn't know what they were saying.

A group of rabbits, holding magnifying glasses and wearing top hats, are gathered around a wall and discussing in hushed tones.

When Erendira stopped, the one with the longest beard lowered his hand, turned around, and said, "Get away from me! You ignorant fool!"

Elendira quickly curtsied: "Excuse me, sir."

The rabbit snorted: "Even your heat will damage this treasure! Far! Far away—I told you! Don't use the classification method on page 168, paragraph 2 to group special texts! And Miles! Get your ass off! Didn't you realize you 'forgot' your ink bottle?"

The startled rabbit student lifted his hindquarters, then his face lit up with joy as he picked up the star-shaped ink bottle.

"I've found it, sir!"

"Yes, yes. You've found it. Do you know what you can never find in your entire life? Knowledge of ancient writing, and, well, your own good physique."

He turned away, ignoring the curious red-haired girl, and raised his magnifying glass again, solemnly and seriously educating his rabbit students.

This…

That's hilarious!

"The Rabbit Scholar"

Roland whispered in her ear, "Don't disturb them. These little ones are very busy."

Elendira covered her mouth and nodded gently, even slowing her pace considerably.

Walk through this warm passageway.

Inside the castle's main hall.

Elendira heard the sound of a piano.

as predicted.

Beside the fountain, there is a piano.

as well as.

A performance is underway...

What should I call her then? Miss Spider?
"Sir, that black and white thing is a piano, isn't it?"

Roland glanced at her.

Elendira felt somewhat ashamed.

Yes.

She didn't even know what a 'piano' looked like.

"Shhh."

The man touched his lips with his index finger and then pointed to his ear.

The music is cheerful.

Like a pack of well-fed puppies, they danced in unison, their legs rising and falling in perfect unison, splashing water as they moved in unison—the girl playing the piano had the upper body of a girl, but the rest of her body was that of a spider. Her fingers were nimble, and her other spider legs also moved like pedals, sustaining the notes or keeping time.

She had long, gray hair and golden eyes, just like Mr. Collins.

Her updo and mature face made her look unlike a young girl.

She was an elegant noblewoman who wove webs.

Elendira and Roland stood by the fountain, listening quietly as the puppies began their marching steps, passing through the mist and around her legs. Each of them wore a top hat, more fashionable ones—Elendira noticed one gold one with a monocle.

The gleaming gold chain was tied to her leg, and as she passed by, its tail whipped her calf like a child's little leather whip.

It made a tinkling sound.

She even felt a little itchy.

"They're so cute..."

The woman said softly.

Roland shook his head and reminded her to change her wording: "You can't say 'cute' to a gentleman."

as predicted.

When Elendira looked at them again, both of them were looking at her with some displeasure.

"I'm so sorry!"

The woman quickly bent her knees and whispered a correction:
"What elegant gentlemen they were..."

The black and white spotted lead dog was clearly 'vengeful,' snorting loudly and ordering the dogs behind him to change course and bypass Elendira.

Elendira was somewhat sad.

“I said something foolish, sir.”

"In fact, these words suit you better." Before we knew it, the music stopped.

Roland led the applause.

After the polite lady bowed, her gaze fell on the red-haired guest.

She moved her spider legs one by one, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Elendira without any undulation.

"New guest."

The voice was extremely pleasant to hear.

Just like those piano keys.

“I have many keys, but I can’t open one door,” she suddenly leaned down, staring very close at Erendilla. “What is it?”

The woman turned to Roland as if pleading for help.

The man, grinning wickedly, made a 'please' gesture and actually took a half-step back to avoid it.

Elendira was somewhat anxious.

"Madam?" She didn't understand what this meant. "It's a pleasure to meet you... your music..."

“I have many keys, yet I cannot open one door,” the Spider Lady tilted her head and repeated, “What is it?”

Elendira was at a loss.

key?

But they couldn't open the door.

She wondered if she would anger the woman if she answered incorrectly.

In her confusion, she suddenly caught sight of a still 'piano' in the distance.

piano…

piano keys…

"It's a piano, ma'am!"

(End of this chapter)