Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2888: 1581: Exploration and True Identity

When the metallic door swung open, a breathtaking vista greeted the group, radiating luxury from every corner.

Just as Lila had described beforehand, it truly resembled a reception hall.

The magic crystal pendants on the enormous chandelier swayed lightly with the airflow, creating a clear tinkling noise. A plush, fine carpet blanketed the spacious chamber completely, infusing the whole area with a golden radiance, like it was soaked in flowing gold.

The intricate wall sculptures and inlaid magic crystals proved mesmerizing, while the borders of the wall-mounted frames featured elaborate engravings of vivid Deerman figures.

A handful of chairs and tables stood in the hall's middle, with nothing else appearing remarkable.

“This truly is a reception room of a castle.”

Moli focused first on scanning for magic traps and, after ensuring none lurked at the doorway, crossed into the hall.

Fei’er along with the other magic-type powerhouses advanced together, gripping their magic wands as they spread out to scrutinize the surroundings meticulously.

Having swiftly verified no irregularities existed throughout the reception hall, everyone furrowed their brows faintly.

Beyond the opulent furnishings akin to the castle's other sections, nothing distinctive stood out here.

“Your Majesty, what exactly is going on here?”

Once she confirmed the central tables and chairs were ordinary, Lila faced Leo Ray, brimming with uncertainty: “Although everything here looks new, the overall layout is no different from when I visited before, seemingly just an ordinary place.”

“If it’s just an ordinary place, then why is the old Deerman so tense?”

Moli darted around the reception hall, eyeing the ornate magic paintings on the walls and the gleaming magic crystals before tilting her head: “Moreover, the magic restriction at the door earlier was quite bothersome; thankfully, we had many skilled people to break through it smoothly.”

“Indeed, there must be hidden secrets here; we just haven’t noticed them yet.”

Leo Ray gave a slight nod, gesturing for the powerhouses to keep searching.

Yet even after employing diverse detection techniques, no hints emerged in this reception hall spanning two to three hundred square meters.

With time ticking by, the group's faces turned increasingly grave.

This Deerman territory, particularly the Deerman castle, felt strangely ominous at best. Prolonging the uncertainty amid the fog would surely invite additional complications.

Sensing the mounting strain in everyone, Leo Ray drew in a deep breath.

By his reasoning, the enigmatic black shadow had led them here, so a follow-up should occur—yet it remained absent.

As Leo Ray pondered with a furrowed brow, faint urgent whispers abruptly resounded from a hall corner.

Yet tracing the noise, Leo Ray discovered the spot vacant, devoid of any audible origin.

Puzzled, Leo Ray summoned Rolanddel with a flick of his wrist, sending it directly toward the hall's corner.

Observing Leo Ray's sudden action, the nearby powerhouses mirrored him, probing the area further.

Nevertheless, save for several magic paintings and a few wall-mounted magic lamps, the corner held nothing of note.

“Strange, the sound clearly came from here just now.”

Leo Ray tapped the wall softly, seeking a concealed door or passage, yet discovered zilch.

With Leo Ray's confusion deepening, his wandering eyes halted, locking onto a wall-hung magic painting.

It portrayed two circular moons—one big, one small—shining amid a star-filled night sky.

These silvery moons cast a vivid white light, and beneath them loomed a mismatched silhouette—the elusive black shadow! Its gaunt, skeletal shape confirmed it as that very shadow!

Still, the starry backdrop rendered the figure nearly imperceptible; only close scrutiny revealed it.

“Could it be that the sound just now was coming from there?”

Leo Ray froze briefly, then fixed his gaze as the desperate murmurs resumed in his ears. Now, he could barely discern the full message.

“Your Majesty of the Humans, help us, please help us!”

A raspy, pressing feminine voice rang out, roughened evidently from endless cries.

Put differently, she had probably been trying nonstop to relay a message, blocked by an unseen barrier that garbled and fragmented the audio.

“Is it because of some invisible barrier that makes her figure and voice appear and disappear? What is this invisible barrier? Why is she constantly pleading for my help?”

“By the way, why is she appearing in the magic painting?”

Under the starry sky, Leo Ray stared at the indistinct silhouette, his heart filling with even greater bewilderment.

Yet, that silhouette stayed profoundly hazy; evidently, piercing through that unseen barrier from one side alone proved exceedingly challenging.